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  "description": "Reposted from my FA account.\n\nA trade-commision for Lazarwolfe on FA - M/m father/son story. A son has special feelings for his father, and longs to express them to a father who doesn't have a clue. At last, the son gets his chance, and the father finds that sometimes the most important thing is to show love in any circumstance.\n\nThis was my first foray into male-on-male sex, told in a way that is meant to be touching, yet not losing that carnal edge. Hopefully this resonates with others in the same way that it did with Lazarwolfe.",
  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Reposted from my FA account.<br /><br />A trade-commision for Lazarwolfe on FA - M/m father/son story. A son has special feelings for his father, and longs to express them to a father who doesn&#039;t have a clue. At last, the son gets his chance, and the father finds that sometimes the most important thing is to show love in any circumstance.<br /><br />This was my first foray into male-on-male sex, told in a way that is meant to be touching, yet not losing that carnal edge. Hopefully this resonates with others in the same way that it did with Lazarwolfe.</span>",
  "writing": "THE IMPORTANT THINGS\n\n\tIn most families, there occurs an incident which, while not an unusual occurrence, is still somewhat awkward to muddle through. This incident is where we begin with our story, a story involving a young cub named Lazar Wolfe, and his parents. It was an incident which shaped his life in ways that no one could have ever perceived, and it starts, interestingly enough, in the bedroom.\n\n\tLazar couldn’t sleep that night. It happens to most youngsters at one point or another, whether it be a nightmare that wakes them from peaceful slumber with a start, an inability to sleep in the first place, or even just the standard fear that monsters were lurking in dark and secret places. In Lazar’s case, it was a bit of willful stubbornness mixed with anxiety. He was going to attend school for the first time in the morning, and was sent to bed a little earlier than normal. Oh, he managed to spend the extra time playing with toys he had snuck to bed for a little while, but even that became an unsuitable distraction with the lingering thoughts he had in his head. He tossed and turned, but nothing he seemed to do could get him comfortable, when normally he could at least find a small measure of sleep when he wanted. Eventually, his restlessness turned to thoughts of his parents, and seeking comfort with them; and perhaps getting a drink of water as well, as he was starting to get a little thirsty. So, he got out of bed, stumbling a little bit over the large pants legs of his pajamas, and walked out of his bedroom to try and make his way to his parents’ bedroom.\n\n\tThe distance between his room and the room of his mother and father was a small one; it is a fairly common thing for parents and children to have their rooms close at hand, in case of emergencies. The rooms, although fairly close, were not adjacent, so the cub still had to walk a little ways to reach his destination. It was probably because of this that he didn’t pay attention to the muffled noise that was coming from the room, but even so, Lazar likely wouldn’t have thought to give pause, as most cubs at his age have a mind of single focus. He was also young enough not to have had the importance of knocking impressed upon him, so rather than politely knocking and calling for his mother and father, he placed his paw on the doorknob, turned it softly, and opened the door.\n\n\tWhat follows is a scene that has been replayed countless times across recorded history, and will continue long since. One could imagine what the young cub walked in upon, but rather than simply speculate upon it, it shall be made plain. When a mated couple have little ones to look after, the loss of private time is keenly felt, and as such, whatever private time is remaining is to be savored and used whenever possible. Lazar’s parents took exactly that opportunity, and were caught in the act of sharing in each others carnal desires…quite vigorously, in fact. So much so, that they didn’t even notice the youngster watching them in the open doorways for several long moments. Unfortunately for the male, his mate noticed that something was amiss just as he was getting ready to force his knot inside of her, and her startled cry was enough to make him focus on the situation at hand, his organ slipping out between her legs to tent the covers as he turned in place on the mattress.\n\n\tLazar didn’t understand what he had walked into, and certainly had never seen his parents naked before. Moreover, the funny bulge underneath the covers caught his eye, and since he wasn’t quite tired yet and still had the curiosity that youth lends, he hopped up onto the bed to join his parents, not realizing what an awkward situation this would present. The matter was further complicated still; his weight on the bed tugged at the covers some, revealing objects that his parents felt were best hidden at that time; namely, his mother’s chest and his father’s erection. It took but a bare moment for his mother to grab what covers she could and pull them up over her chest, but his father was stuck; he didn’t have enough slack to do the same, and Lazar has gravitated right towards him.\n\n\tWhat followed was a crash course in explaining the birds and the bees to the young pup, the cub listening intently to his father as he explained the actions that he and his mate had been participating in, and what that strange amount of flesh was between his legs. Lazar listened to his father with wide eyes, trying to make sense of all he was being told, but could only grasp the basics of things, as young as he was. Something within him changed on that day, something on an almost imperceptible level, but from that day on, whenever Lazar spent time around his father, the image of that fateful night fixed in his mind, the sight of his father’s body burned into his memory as vividly as a photograph. As his mind and body began to mature a little more, his feelings towards that night also became clearer. He often flashed back to that night, imagining his father in the act of sex, but changing the scene a little, trying to imagine what it felt like to have that shaft of flesh plunging inside.\n\n\tLazar loved both of his parents deeply, but in his mind, this incident left him feeling a lot closer to his father than to his mother, and he began to seek out excuses to be around his father a lot more. In the outset, it could seem to be typical male bonding that occurs between father and son, but in truth, the young cub felt urges that he longed to enact with his father, even going so far as to sneak a couple ‘innocent’ gropes here and there to satisfy his unvoiced urges. But he never spoke what he desired out loud, for reasons even he couldn’t really explain. But one fateful day, that too changed.\t\n\n\tSome time had passed since that event, and Lazar’s parents had decided to try and conceive a new member to the family. Since the incident, Lazar had become very close to his father, and his mother, feeling a little left out, broached the idea of having another cub. What followed were some raucous and playful romps through the bedroom – with the door locked, so that Lazar couldn’t interrupt accidentally, as he did once before. Lazar could guess what they were up to, however; his understanding of the event had grown a little, and he had a very vivid memory of what had happened on that fateful night. He tested the door once or twice, and finding it locked, exhibited his childlike curiosity and peeked through the crack in the door. He couldn’t see much, but the noises and the miniscule vision he had allowed his imagination to run wild. He often returned to his bed after he saw all that he could see and did his best to relieve himself of his urges, his mind flashing back to thoughts of his father in the throes of mating, not yet daring to hope that he could someday be the one whom his father mated.\n\n\tIt wasn’t long before the union bore fruit, and Lazar’s mother was once again pregnant with child. It was explained to the little cub that he was going to have a little brother or sister soon, which was easy enough for him to understand. He wasn’t sure how it would change the family lifestyle yet, but he was happy to someday have someone he could play with and look after. He soon found that it was a mixed blessing; as his mother gradually grew the cub in her belly, his father had to be more attentive to her needs, which meant that spending time with him was becoming more and more problematic to Lazar. He spent some time with both his mother and father, but Lazar felt a little awkward trying to sneak illicit gropes in front of his mother, fearing being caught and chastised, as well as not wishing to cause trouble, so he resisted the temptation. He liked his mother well enough, and honestly liked to be around her as much as his father, but he didn’t feel nearly the same sense of attraction that he got when he was able to spend time with his father alone. So it was that Lazar’s time with his father became limited with the new arrival on the way, and the little cub found himself becoming more and more frustrated as he couldn’t express himself as he wished.\n\n\tIt was towards the end stage of her pregnancy that Josie, Lazar’s mother, started to become slightly more irritable, and would begin to send her mate out for various foods and items, partially because of cravings and partially just to get him our of her immediate presence for a while. Mostly Lazar would stay home and keep her mother company at his father’s request, just in case she should need anything. One time, however, Josie just wanted to be alone, and shooed Lazar off to go an errand with his father to pick up some comfort items, with the pretense of just getting both of them out of the house. Knowing better than to argue with his wife, the male agreed, bringing his son along with him for the trip. Lazar didn’t argue; this was exactly what he had been hoping for, and needed no encouragement to leave the house with his father. It was also an opportunity for the young pup to behave in a more natural manner for his liking, and possibly get a little playful with his father in the bargain.\n\n\tThat day in particular was a bit overcast, making the journey to the store a little gloomy. It also made the possibility of going somewhere fun like the park afterwards a little doubtful. But still, Lazar was in high spirits, so much so that he had to be told several times by his father to sit still in the car. In a rare moment of calmness, he looked to his father while he was driving at the wheel, thinking about the fur that he so idolized and attracted to, albeit in secret.\n\n\tHis father’s name was Malchas, though it was rare that anyone who knew him actually called him by his actual name. Malchas was the type of fur who adopted names easily with little argument, and it was all too common for others to refer to him by their own pet names, most often “Buddy” or “Slick” or some other name that just happened to be appropriate at the time. Usually each name had a special meaning, but it all really came down to the fact that Malchas was just one of those furs that was instantly likable. A little smile, a little wave, and that was usually all it would take for Malchas to be able to strike up a conversation and put others at ease. Malchas was also the type of fur that gave the impression that he could be depended on, and he never gave anyone a reason to doubt that, even long after the initial meeting.\n\n\tLots of furs wanted to get to know Malchas because of his reputation for being a good guy, but if not for that, then it was feasible they would want to know him for his good looks instead. Malchas was a wolf, and was indeed a fine specimen of the species; even now that he was leaning a little towards the middle age spectrum of his life, he still looked to be a wolf in his prime. Malchas was by no means the most handsome or the strongest wolf there ever was, but he was certainly above the average curve for his species, enough so that he stood out in a crowd wherever he went. He had fine and kindly features, showing that he was friendly, but the way that he carried himself when he moved showed that he was no pushover either, and it was rare that Malchas had ever had to exert himself physically to prove a point or to stand his ground.\n\n\tMalchas was also a bit of a standout because of his unusual coat of fur. No one really knew why the wolf has a bright silver fur coloration as opposed to the natural black tone of his species; indeed, both of his parents had black fur, so it seemed like it would be only natural that he would take after them. But as pictures could attest, Malchas had silver fur ever since he was a cub, and to be quite honest, it suited him rather well. It appeared to make him seem a little more wise and credible to those who viewed him in a business light, and when it caught the light just right, it would make any warm-blooded female stand up and take notice. It was a fine coat too; soft and luxurious, and it was both Josie and Lazar’s joy to be able to snuggle up with it from time to time. Because it was so soft, it was often that Malchas went around the house in a semi-clad state as opposed to fully clothed, but when going out in public, it was necessary to hide much of his pelt under garments for propriety’s sake.\n\n\tLazar, by contrast, took after his mother in most things, including his root species. Lazar appeared to be a cross between a wolf and a feline, but if this were the case, it was through no fault of the pairings between his mother and father. In truth, Lazar’s appearance was due almost entirely to his mother being the same species as he, which just happened to bear resemblances to each. Lazar, as his mother, was a Paracil, a species that was somewhat rare, but not entirely unknown.\n\n\tLazar shared in his father’s unusual coloration in that he bore a pelt that was not found normally amongst furs; although he could easily be mistaken for a fox or a wolf in his body type, the fact that most of his fur was a bright blue was usually the first thing that people noticed. The fur was a deep hue, and almost violet in coloration, making him very easy to spot (and incidentally, made hide and seek games rather difficult for him). The blue hue did not cover his entire body, however; Lazar’s fur switched drastically from blue to pure white in certain key areas of his body, providing him with “gloves” of white on his paws, a white tailtip, and white ears along the insides. Along with this fur coloration, certain parts of his anatomy were a pure white as well, such as his nosetip. It was also a secret from those who hadn’t lived with Lazar his whole life, but underneath the garments he usually wore, his groin also bore the same traits, making the fur of his sheath and sac a pure white, and inside that sheath, his shaft also a brilliant ivory in color. With the combination of blue and white, it may have appeared at times that the cub was cold, or even freezing, but Lazar’s fur was soft and thick, keeping him well insulated so that he could even venture out in just his fur and still be quite comfortable.\n\n\tLazar’s feline traits were considerably more subdued than the rest of his body, manifesting themselves in minor but important ways. His ears were the most visible, short and sharp in the manner of most housecats, but very keen and able to pick up a lot from his surroundings. His claws were also sharp and retractable, a feature that allowed him to avoid blunting his claws needlessly when participating in the roughhousing that cubs of his age usually did with each other. Lazar rarely used his claws anyways, with the exception of combing through fur, so it was a fairly useful trait for him to have.\n\n\tThe drive to the store was fairly uneventful, given that not many people were out in public due to the day being so overcast; it was generally believed that it would rain later on that day, and no one really wanted to get caught out in a rainstorm. Malchas liked to visit a local family-owned convenience store that was owned by a friend of his. It was a wonderful excuse to stay out longer than necessary, as it would provide Malchas with an opportunity to catch up on the latest news and just chat about nothing in particular. Malchas knew enough to give his wife plenty of time to simmer down, and being caught in a rain would likely be less unpleasant than getting on the wrong side of his mate.\n\n\tLazar pushed opened the door in an effort to be helpful to his father, and the duo entered the store, the little bell atop the framework of the door ringing to signal the arrival of a customer. Immediately, the fur at the cashier’s desk, a small raccoon with a green vest displaying his name tilted his head up from his paperwork and gave a big grin. “Mally! My good friend! What brings you here?”\n\n\t“Oh, a little shopping and a little relief…you know how Josie can be sometimes when she’s in a mood,” Malchas responded with a grin, moving over to the counter and leaning on it casually.\n\n\t“I do and I don’t,” the raccoon replied, rubbing the back of his head in chagrin, “as I don’t think I’ve seen Josie when she’s truly upset. But I’m not going to be losing any sleep over that one.” The raccoon turned and saw the little cub in tow. “Ah, and I see you brought Lazar as well. How’s it going, little guy?”\n\n\tLazar used the raccoon’s statement as a cue to huddle himself against his father’s leg and turn away from the raccoon shyly. In truth, Lazar had long ago gotten used to Mr. Ruston, the store owner and clerk. But he kept up the act not because he was shy of the raccoon, but because it offered him an excuse to feel up his father rather sneakily, at least for a while. The cub made sure to tuck his muzzle right up against his father’s groin, scenting Malchas’s sheath and balls through his trousers and rubbing up against it slowly to feel the weight against his face. “Mmmm…” he murmured through a slightly mashed muzzle, enjoying the chance to be so close to his father, but to the two adults, it seemed as if the sound coming from his muzzle was just shyness and apprehension at seeing the raccoon again.\n\n\t“Oh, come on, Lazar, you’ve known Gerry for a long time now, I can’t believe you’re still shy after all this time,” Malchas chuckled, looking first down to his son, and then to the raccoon. “Sorry, you know he is, just give him a little bit.”\n\n\t“Oh, it’s no trouble, it’s kinda cute actually. Besides, he’s still young yet, give him time to get used to a scary raccoon like myself,” Gerry chuckled, giving the cub a mock-glare, though if Lazar noticed, he didn’t show it. “Anyhow, what can I help you with?”\n\n\t“Oh, don’t worry about it overmuch, Gerry, I know what I’m looking for. Really, though, I think the missus just needs us to be out of her hair for a bit, so we’ll probably just be browsing a little longer than normal.” Malchas moved one of his hands down to stroke the little cub’s head, while he gave a little shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe get some treats for the kid, that sort of thing.”\n\n\tThe raccoon nodded sagely and turned to fetch a box from behind his counter, bringing it out and displaying it for a moment before opening it up to reveal a row of chocolate-covered cherries, a personal weakness for the ‘coon. “Well, I think I can help with that last one. Here you go, kiddo, a treat from the scary raccoon.” He reached out and took an especially large one and held it out to Lazar. The paracil cub, forgetting for a moment to play the part of the scared child, instantly turned and nabbed the confectionary with a brilliant grin. “Thank you, Mr. Ruston!”\n\n\t“You’re welcome, little guy! Just make sure to eat it quick before it melts,” Gerry cautioned with a grin, then motioned his hand to shoo both Malchas and Lazar off. “Now go and do some shopping, so this old man can turn a profit. Oh, and give Josie my regards.”\n\n\t“Will do. C’mon, Lazar, let’s check the goods.” With that, father and son turned and began to wander the aisles, checking for what they needed.\n\n\t“OK, Lazar, go check down the bread aisle for those cinnamon pastries your mom likes so much. Wouldn’t hurt to try and get on her good side with a little something extra.”\n\n\t“Sure, daddy!”\n\n\tLazar immediately turned and quickly made his way over to the next aisle where the breads were kept, keen on finding the item he was tasked with. He didn’t come to this store too often with his father, but he knew where most everything was by heart, so Malchas could rely on the cub to find what he needed fairly quickly. Sure enough, in the space of a few moments, he found what he was looking for, and grabbed it off the shelf to bring over to his father, who had focused his attention on a bag of sugar cookies that he hadn’t had in a while.\n\n\t“Got it! Here it is,” Lazar exclaimed, waving it about slightly so that he could get his father’s attention.\n\n\t“Ah, good work, my boy, good work. Yep, this is exactly what your mother likes,” Malchas said, rubbing his son’s head once again and placing the cinnamon buns into the basket he was carrying.\n\n\tLazar wagged his tail at the praise, then moved close to hug his father again about the waist and leg, pressing his muzzle back against the wolf’s crotch. The move mirrored the one he made on his father back when he first encountered the raccoon store owner, and since Malchas hadn’t complained at the time, Lazar figured that his father wouldn’t cause a fuss then, either.\n\n\tThe difference between what Lazar did now and what he did then, however, was that Malchas wasn’t trying to move at the time, and having a cub latched around your waist and leg inhibited movement to a great deal, so much so that if one is not careful, the positioning could cause an inadvertent stumble or trip. Malchas, partially distracted by the cookies and also thinking about the next necessary item to get, turned around to take a step, only to find that one leg was weighted down more than the other, causing him to take a stumble. In order to keep himself from crashing down onto the floor, the wolf stuck his hand out to catch the shelf, and in doing so, knocked over a couple of cookie packages and a jar of cookies that was on a lower shelf. The packages fell to the ground with a thump, but the jar hit the ground with a resounding *CRASH* and shattered, dumping cookies everywhere. Malchas was able to catch himself before he hit the ground, but at seeing the devastation caused by the stumbling, he immediately became cross.\n\n\t“Lazar, let go of me! Gah, look what you made me do!” He shook his leg in a jerking motion to try and dislodge his young charge, and Lazar, being startled by both the accident and his father’s displeasure, released his hold readily. Malchas gave his boy a stern glare, letting him know he was still upset. “What has gotten into you?”\n\n\t“Is everything all right back there?” The wolf turned his ears toward the voice, that of Gerry back near the counter, sounding rather concerned. Malchas called back to the counter, “It’s OK Gerry, just had an accident back here with a jar of cookies, I’ll clean it up and pay for the damages.” He looked around quickly for a broom and dustpan, motioning for Lazar to stay back and out of the way. “Just…just stand still until I take care of this.”\n\n\tLazar naturally felt apologetic about having caused the incident, but having gained the ire of his father on a day that promised to be so special for him put the cub in a state of distress. He followed his father’s instructions, not wishing to upset his father anymore, and could only just stand there, stunned into silence, fidgeting and feeling as if he would tear up any moment. Before long, his father returned with the broom and dustpan, and set to cleaning up the mess, a frustrated look etched upon his face.\n\n\tTo satisfy his own curiosity, Gerry peeked around the corner just as Malchas swept up the last of the debris into the dustpan. Seeing the state of things, he waved his hands dismissively and smiles. “Ah, accidents will happen after all…you could have just left that and I would have taken care of it. Gives me something to do on the off times.”\n\n\t“That’s all right, Gerry,” Malchas replied in an apologetic tone, “it was my fault, so it’s only right I should take care of it.” He reached into his pocket and took out a few dollars in tender, giving them to the raccoon without a second thought. “Don’t worry about the change. Just meet us up front in a little bit, we’re just about ready to go.” As he spoke these last words, he looked to his son with a gaze that let him know in no uncertain terms that this little jaunt was over.\n\n\tThe next few moments were filled with an uncomfortable silence, as father and son took their goods over to the counter and had them rung up by the store owner. Gerry could sense that something was wrong, and rather than strike up pleasant conversation as he was fond of doing, he also kept silent and to his task, only venturing a hopeful, “Come back soon…” as the duo exited the store and headed to the car. It was only when the car doors were closed and the engine was warmed up that Lazar ventured an apology. “I..I’m sorry…”\n\n\tWhile Malchas wasn’t upset enough to think about punishing the cub for his act, he felt the need to stress exactly WHY he was upset. Turning to his son (while making sure the car was still in the Park position, of course), he looked Lazar straight in the eye, sighing a bit in exasperation. “I know, I know, you’re sorry, but I’m trying to understand why you do these things, Lazar! I know you like hugging me and all, but you have to use some common sense! Honestly, I’d wish you’d give me a little distance when we’re out in public.”\n\n\tWhen Lazar heard those last words, he only heard them partially. Missing the portion about the out in public, his mind could only comprehend that his father didn’t want him close anymore, and that set the little cub to crying and sniffling, something that set Malchas back in wonderment. Malchas certainly hadn’t meant to upset his son so! But there it was. Lazar wasn’t out and out bawling, but the tears were there, as was the sad and almost frightened expression on the paracil’s face. “Daddy! I’m sorry! I…I want to be with you!”\n\n\tMalchas immediately tried to reassure his young charge. “I know, Lazar, take it easy…” But Lazar interrupted him in the next moment, and lunged towards his father, taking hold of his arm and hugging it close to his body, while continuing to speak. “Don’t be mad, daddy! Please! I love you! I really love you! I…I want to be with you!” In that moment, Lazar’s shyness was replaced with desperation, and not knowing how else to express himself, he pressed himself close to his father, rubbing against him in a way that was not usual for a cub to do with his father. “I…I want you to be with me…” he trailed, sniffling, then realizing what he was doing, he crawled away from his father and curled himself into a ball on the side of the car, not daring to look at his father anymore.\n\n\tThe turn of the situation took the wolf by surprise, so much so that for several moments, all Malchas could do was look at his son in complete and utter confusion. He could think of nothing to say to try and alleviate the situation, and sat there until he refocused his mind on the task at hand, finding it a much easier subject to handle. “Put your seat belt on,” he said at last to Lazar, putting the car into drive and beginning the journey home in relative silence, the sounds of the radio dimly masking the sound of Lazar crying along the side of the car.\n\n\t\n\n\tOnce home, the evening passed just as gloomily as the weather that accompanied the trip home. When the two finally entered their home with their acquired items, they did so with a deafening silence. Neither fur attempted to look at the other, each feeling awkward after the incident before the ride home, and Josie found herself quite puzzled at the state of both. The duo had come home sooner than anticipated, so she was slightly annoyed at that, but the state of father and son left her a puzzle that quickly helped her forget that annoyance. Her questions did not yield any insight to the matter, however, as both father and son remained bafflingly quiet as to what occurred, and so she had to quietly think the matter over during dinner, which was also unusually quiet. It wasn’t until Lazar had gone up to his room and Malchas and Josie were settling in for the night that Malchas seemed to open up to his mate, and the subject matter didn’t seem that related to what happened.\n\n\t“Dear,” began Malchas as he looked up into the ceiling, his gaze somewhere far away, “Lazar seems…a little clingy, don’t you think?”\n\n\t“Oh, Wolfie…” Josie shook her head as she used her pet name for him, “he’s still a young cub. You have to expect that. And believe me, it’s over all too soon. You’re only young once, after all.”\n\n\t“Yes, but still,” said Malchas, “sometimes I feel as if he expects something more from me. He’s always trying to gain my attention, being underfoot…I mean, I like the little scamp, but I don’t know if maybe it’s the new cub on the way, or if he just wants to be noticed, or…mmmph, I don’t know.” The wolf sighed a little bit and turned his head towards his mate, looking for a sign of understanding. “You know?”\n\n\tJosie couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. “Dear, if you don’t know, how would I know?” She reached over and took his hand in hers. “Wolfie, you know Lazar has always been closer to you than he has to me. He’s your little boy. And mine too. I mean…he takes after me, true. But it’s clear he shares most of his personality traits from you, and the boy practically dotes on you.” She sighed then. “I wish he would show a little more attention to me, really, but I guess he’s just closer to you.”\n\n\tMalchas thought this over for a bit, and gave his mate’s hand a squeeze. “I could ask him about that, if you’d like…”\n\n\t“No, no…such feelings have to be freely given, or else they’re not honest at all. I don’t want charity. And I just have to face it, he’s your boy. I think he’ll always be your boy.” Josie smiled warmly and leaned close to give the wolf a gentle kiss on his muzzle. “As much as I hate to say it, maybe you should try and spend more time with him. I know you do already, but why should you push away love? It’s hard enough to achieve when there are so many ways it could go wrong.”\n\n\tMalchas seemed to consider this for a moment. Then he nodded slowly. “You’re right, you’re right. And I probably shouldn’t let things stand like how they are. Things ended kinda poorly at the store, and I got upset, but I suppose I overreacted.”\n\n\t“What DID happen at the store, love? If I might ask?”\n\n\t“Mmmm…I broke a cookie jar.”\n\n\tJosie arched an eyebrow curiously. “That’s it?”\n\n\t“Well…that’s what started it. I got a little upset, nothing more.” Malchas sat up from the bed and folded the covers back into place, then leaned over and kissed his mate on the forehead. “I’m going to visit Lazar and have a little talk. I’ll be back later, OK?”\n\n\t“OK Wolfie…” began Josie, yawning a little bit as she settled back into a comfy position. “I’m pretty tired, so I’ll probably be asleep in a bit. Just try not to wake me up when you come back, all right?”\n\n\t“Of course, dear, of course.”\n\n\tMalchas wasn’t entirely sure why he didn’t disclose everything that happened in the car, only that he felt the moment was private and that Lazar wouldn’t appreciate him repeating what he said in his moment of distress. He also wasn’t sure if his mate’s words really applied in the context of the situation, as he suspected that his son was trying to pass on a message to him, a message he wasn’t prepared to handle at the time. But one thing was certain to him as he walked to Lazar’s room; he was going to see what he could do to help.\n\n\tThe wolf first knocked on the door hesitantly, unsure whether Lazar had fallen asleep yet, though past experience told him that the cub would still be up. He wasn’t disappointed; he heard a quiet, “I’m here…” vocalized from the other side of the door, and with that he replied back, “It’s your father. Can I come in?”\n\n\t“…OK…” came the reply from the other side of the door, and with that the wolf opened the door to see the cub still in his morning clothes, not having the heart to change into his pajamas yet. He was sitting on the side of the bed, hands in his lap, with one of toys lying a little ways away from him on the bed, a lump of clay that he was fond of shaping into different objects when the mood suited him. It was obvious that he had been molding it a little, but the shape was undetermined, as if he was just molding it for comfort rather than design. The cub had clearly been crying a little, Malchas saw; the tears were gone, but his eyes, normally a shiny black, seemed a little duller, a little listless.\n\n\t“Hey there, kiddo…” Malchas began, a little unsure as to how to approach the situation; he reflected that cautious optimism was probably the way to go here.\n\n\tLazar sniffed a little, though he was clearly trying to hide it. “Hey daddy…” he murmured, also somewhat hesitant.\n\n\tMalchas sat down next to his son, waiting to see if his presence would make his son shy away. When Lazar remained where he was, he placed his hand on one of the paracil’s own, patting it lightly. “I want to talk about what happened in the car today.” He saw Lazar cringe a little bit, and gave his son a little friendly squeeze on his hand to reassure him. “It’s OK, I’m not upset. I just want to talk.”\n\n\tLazar perked up a little as he heard his father say that he wasn’t upset, and even leaned against his father a little, though he still seemed to be guarded. “I’m sorry, daddy…”\n\n\t“Don’t worry about it, little guy, don’t feel sorry any more, it’s OK. I’m sorry too, for what it’s worth.” Malchas gave his son another little squeeze. “But I remember what you said, and I’m not sure if I misunderstood or not, so I’d like to hear it again from you, if you don’t mind repeating it. Could you do that again for daddy?”\n\n\tLazar nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to steel himself; being a cub, his emotions were still a bit raw from before, and he still couldn’t believe he admitted such things to his father earlier on the spur of the moment. But he loved his father, and with his lifeline being thrown to him, he decided to grab hold and see where it went. “Well…I want to be with you, daddy. And I want you to be with me.”\n\n\tMalchas nodded at these words; they were practically how he remembered them earlier in the day. He had an inkling of what they meant, but he had to be sure. “Hmm. Now, I’m with you now, is that what you mean?”\n\n\tLazar shook his head. “No, no. I want you with me. Like you are with mommy. It looked like fun.” Lazar turned his hand and gripped the hand in his palm, drawing it close to him and hugging it to his body. “I like you, daddy.”\n\n\tLazar’s touch was tender and light, but his words sent a little chill through Malchas. This was something no parenting manual could have prepared him for. But still…after the initial conversation with Lazar in the car, this was partially what Malchas expected to hear, so he wasn’t as surprised as he might have been. The problem was, now that he heard it spoken aloud in a manner too direct to confuse, he wasn’t entirely sure where to go from here. Lazar clearly knew the difference between boys and girls; he had had the lesson drilled into him that night when he interrupted his parents’ heated mating, and on several other occasions besides. But it was inconceivable to Malchas to think that Lazar had any inkling about male-to-male pairings, or even how they worked. It certainly had never been explained to him by either Malchas or Josie! And even ignoring the obvious taboo of incest that the situation brought to the fore, Lazar was still very young and developing, both physically and emotionally; it was likely Lazar knew what he wanted, but didn’t know what he was asking. All this ran through Malchas’s mind in the blink of an eye, the concerned parent finding himself looking down to where his son was gripping his hand rather than meeting the eyes of the young cub.\n\n\tInterestingly enough, it wasn’t the male-on-male aspect that unnerved him about the situation. The wolf had never really considered himself to be bisexual, but in his younger years he had found himself in a situation where a close friend had expressed his interest in him, and through a VERY spirited bout of rationalization and persuasion, Malchas relented and experimented with the male side of mating. To his surprise, it wasn’t bad…different, but not bad per se. But having tried it, Malchas discovered that his interest really leaned more towards females, and his friend decided to just be friends afterwards. It wasn’t long after that, that his friend found someone special and the pain of heartbreak was quickly dissuaded, but Malchas was able to carry the experience on with him. So it was that the wolf’s preoccupation with the situation wasn’t so much the act as it was the circumstances surrounding the act.\n\nJust about everything regarding the situation told Malchas that he should try to gently tell his son that it wasn’t right, or at least, not the right time. But in his heart, he knew that would probably crush his little cub in a way that he would never be able to forgive himself for. And he remembered his mate’s words, reminding him about pushing away his son’s love. He was pretty sure that she didn’t have this situation in mind when she said those words, but in a certain sense, they seemed to fit. His mind lingered on those words for a time, and when he finally finished letting those words roam through his head, he didn’t know how long he had spent pondering their meaning. But when he looked up into his son’s worried gaze, he knew that he had probably sat thinking in that spot for more than just a moment or two. “Well, this is it…” he thought to himself, making his decision in that very moment, convinced that it was the right one.\n\n\t“Yes, well…I think I understand…” the wolf began hesitantly, looking behind him to see that the door to the room was slightly ajar, enough so that anyone in the hallway had a clear view of the two sitting on the bed. “Just excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back.” Malchas patted Lazar’s head affectionately. For a moment, Lazar had a brief flash of panic, fearing that his father was leaving him because of his words, but his fears were allayed when he saw that the wolf was just closing the door, the latch clicking to signal that no one would be able to sneak a peer inside. In the next moment, Malchas returned to the bed, seeming to be a little more comfortable with the situation now.\n\n\t“OK. Well, you know boys and girls aren’t the same…down there especially. We’ve gone over that several times.” Malchas looked into his son’s eyes, and saw a nod of recognition, the cub as attentive as the wolf had ever seen him. “Boys and girls are sort of made to fit with each other. Boys and boys…well, they have it tougher, son. It takes a while, and even then, there’s no guarantee that you’ll like the outcome,” Malchas continued, hoping that he wasn’t making a fool of himself by reading the situation wrong. He was quite sure he knew what the little cub wanted, but a part of him was wincing in preparation for Lazar to mention that he thought his father was silly for going over this with him. When Lazar didn’t protest or look confused at all, Malchas continued. “So…are you sure you want to give this a try?”\n\n\tLazar’s eyes lit up at the recognition that his father was giving voice to the desires he wanted to share but didn’t have the words for. When he heard Malchas’s question, he answered with an emphatic nod, his face alight with both relief and joy. “Yes, daddy! I want to be with you like how you are with mommy.” The little cub fidgeted in place, unsure of how he could express himself even more, almost not daring to believe that this moment was coming true. Malchas could hardly believe it either, nor believe what he was about to do in order to express his love for his son. But in seeing his son’s reaction, he knew that there was no turning back now, and he could only hope his teaching his son would not be something either of them would come to regret.\n\n\t“Well, we can’t be EXACTLY like how your mother and I are together, but some of the things, we can do…” Malchas trailed, wondering where to begin. “But I think that we should probably start with getting ready. It will be a lot easier for both of us if we got undressed.” The wolf hesitated here, then decided it would be best to lead by example, and have Lazar follow suit when he was ready. Typically, he spent the night with his mate either in the nude or in pajamas when the weather was typically colder in the winter, and this night, he had chosen a mix of the two, wearing pajama bottoms while leaving his chest bare. As a result, the process for him to disrobe was fairly simple, but as he contemplated disrobing in front of his son, a little difficult as well. When he rationalized that he was going to be naked in front of his son in any case, he finally hooked his fingers into the waistline of his garment and pulled down, leaving his lower half as completely naked as his top half after he kicked the pajamas off of his ankles.\n\n\tLazar watched his father struggle a little internally with the decision to disrobe in front of his son, the paracil’s tail wagging behind him in undisguised interest. He loved the sight of his father, and though he only saw him naked a couple of times since the initial incident, the memories of the times when his eyes took in his father’s naked physique were as clear as crystal in his mind. So it was that when Malchas finally stood there naked, the cub’s muzzle smiled brilliantly, a soft purr escaping his lips as his eyes roamed over his father, knowing that his daddy had become naked for HIM. That one thought gave Lazar a thrill more than any other, and after his eyes had drunk in the wolf’s splendor, did he begin to disrobe himself, and with no sign of hesitation. Shirt, pants, and underwear were shed in rapid succession, the cub not having really developed a sense of modesty yet, and certainly not modesty from his father’s eyes.\n\n\tMalchas watched his son disappear in a flurry of activity, doing his best not to look away, lest his action be misinterpreted. He had seen his son disrobe for things like baths and changing clothes before, but this was decidedly different, and he felt as if he should look away. He felt a tingling in his belly, like the first time he had ever asked a girl to go out with him, feeling as if the whole world was taking time out to stop what they were doing and to look in on him and his son. He turned his gaze to the clothes that were being discarded on the floor, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at what he saw; the shirt that Lazar was wearing that day was a shirt Josie had bought him, one that had the slogan, “I Love My Daddy” with the word “Love” being replaced by a Valentine’s heart. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and he shook his head a little, straightening his face when he turned back to Lazar, who was waiting with an expectant smile on his muzzle.\n\n\tMalchas took in the sight of his son with a new perspective, appraising him in a new light now that the context of the situation had escalated somewhat. The wolf never had really paid attention to the particulars of Lazar’s naked body before now, but looking over the paracil, he saw that the cub’s white underbelly continued on down to between his thighs, where Lazar’s juvenile sheath resided. The cub had been blessed with his father’s physique, so it was that the sheath was nicely endowed relative to the paracil’s current age and size, and the fur that surrounded his sheath followed the white coloration of his underbelly and appeared to be soft and inviting. Lower down Lazar’s body rested a pair of testicles that were likewise covered in white fur, the orbs within not yet mature, but developing gradually as the cub aged. If Lazar truly took after his father in the male sense, when he finally grew up, they would serve him well.\n\n\tNow that both parties were completely naked, it fell to Malchas to decide where to take things next. Unfortunately, the wolf was slightly at a loss; his sheath was not quite ready to mate yet, and Lazar had no idea how to interact with a male yet, eager though he seemed to be. Or at least, Malchas thought that was the case; as soon as the wolf sat down onto the bed once again, Lazar seemed to know exactly what he wanted, as he made a beeline for his father’s lap. The activities of the day that took place earlier soon reenacted themselves, as the young paracil soon began rubbing his muzzle to his father’s crotch, but this time the object of his affection was not barred from him by a barrier of clothing, nor were his actions disguised in any way as they would be in public. Soft happy purrs escaped the little cub as he stroked over his father’s sheath with his muzzle, taking in the scent that assailed his senses and soon after reaching out to rub slowly over the heavy ballsac underneath.\n\n\tLazar was moving by instinct, that much was clear, as his touch was unpracticed and mostly unfocused. But the boy did know a few things, and Malchas couldn’t help but moan aloud when his son began to bring his tongue to bear, the moist length drawing slowly over his wolfhood to sample him for the first time. The sensation caused the wolf to take stock of the situation, his mind racing as events unfolded. He couldn’t believe that his son was doing this, trying to pleasure him as he sat in his bedroom, and even more so, he couldn’t believe that he was letting him do so without trying to stop him! In spite of his reservations, the cub was certainly having an effect on him, the wolf growing aroused as the soft tingles of pleasure began to make themselves known. Malchas placed one hand on the edge of the bed and the other between his son’s ears, stroking there softly as his son continued to explore the expanding sheath before his eyes. In what seemed to be just a moment’s time, the slit at the tip of the sheath parted, and the wolf’s growing erection made itself known, the tip peeking out from its protective covering.\n\n\tWhen Lazar saw the first glimpse of his father’s shaft peeking out from his sheath, the little cub’s eyes seemed to sparkle with an even more radiant brilliance, and he focused his attention of coaxing more of the firm flesh from its home. Cuddling his body close into Malchas’s lap, the youth placed both of his paws upon the firm sheath and began to stroke it up and down while moving his muzzle and tongue to the very tip of the wolf’s erection, his hot breath washing over the exposed member. Almost hesitantly, the paracil placed his tongue upon the yielding yet firm flesh and gave it a lick, tasting his father’s shaft for the first time. The cub wasn’t sure what to expect when he sampled his father’s flavor; it could have been that he was thrilled to have the chance at last, or it could have been that it was suitable to his palate, but in any case, Lazar purred to his father as he found the taste quite wonderful indeed. The sound of his father moaning anew only encouraged the young cub further, and soon the soft sounds of licking and suckling filled the room as Lazar nursed on his father’s cock.\n\n\tMalchas half-expected to feel teeth when his son managed to fit his muzzle over the growing shaft before him, the father so surprised by the little cub’s actions that he didn’t think to give him any warning or instruction about it. To his surprise (and delight), the paracil’s muzzle enveloped his tip without any sensation of teeth scraping over his sensitive flesh, letting the wolf sigh with pleasure and relief as his son explored his father’s maleness. The little cub still managed to show his inexperience, however; in moving his muzzle over the wolf’s shaft, several traces of drool seeped down into the wolf’s crotch, as Lazar had not yet mastered the ability to keep his lips closed upon the flesh while sucking and licking. The little cub did his best though, his natural excitement giving him the inspiration to give the growing pink meat before him a hearty welcome. Soon, the growing dog cock was close to full prominence, and Malchas knew that at the rate the little cub was setting for himself, the wolf would soon have a full knot formed at the base of his member, and it would need to be attended to.\n\n\tThe wolf found to his surprise that he was enjoying the experience more than just the simple pleasure of the act would explain away; he was actually getting turned on by the situation he found himself in. There was something thrilling about participating in such a taboo act with his son, something about having the young cub’s lips wrapped around his shaft even with his mother just down the hall, unsuspecting and only with the protection of a door to shield the act from prying eyes. He knew that if his mate ever found out, there would be an explanation that probably wouldn’t sit well in her ears, but that potential danger was like a shot of adrenaline to his excitement. Soon, Malchas began to rock his hips slowly into Lazar’s muzzle, his natural instincts taking over, moving delicately so as not to overtax his son, but the movements were unmistakable, and the little cub hummed in delight, sure that this was a sign that he was doing well.\n\n\tFor the span of what must have been about five minutes, the sounds of the cub giving head to his father could be heard in the room, the wolf growing more and more aroused by the moment as the time passed, with only soft moans and growls escaping the father, unsure of what he could say to his son, but letting the sounds of pleasure escape his lips nevertheless. In that time, his knot grew to full prominence at the base of his cock, something the cub had to deal with as his lips pressed to the bulge, but never quite managed to engulf it, the paracil being inexperienced enough to truly deep-throat his father, though he made several attempts. In truth, it didn’t matter much, as the sensations mixed with the thrill of doing something so forbidden was quickly bringing the wolf’s arousal to a boil, with one of his hands reaching out to stroke the back of Lazar’s head encouragingly. Feeling that it was his duty to give his son some form of warning as to what was about to occur, Malchas voiced his state aloud to his son, his voice just a little shaky with his needful desires. “Son…I’m very close now…I’m going to cum…” he murmured, his mind hoping that Lazar didn’t need any further explanation than that to know what was coming.\n\n\tLazar remembered the talks his father and mother both had with him about mating and what happened during mating, so the words that he heard his father speak were ones he had hoped to hear, wanting to see what semen looked like, to experience the sensation of his father’s seed firsthand. His youthful body was still in the stages of immaturity, so the times when he had experimented with himself had yielded nothing but dry orgasms, his sac not yet producing what would enable him to father cubs of his own. All he could do was imagine what the flesh between his thighs would someday produce, but here and now, with his muzzle nursing at his father’s cock, he would finally be able to see, to solve that riddle for his own curiosity and desire. The warning was enough to cause the little cub to redouble his efforts, hoping that he could force his father to produce the sticky goo that he was told about, to be able to draw the seed from his shaft as proof of his father’s love. He reached out to stroke over his father’s sac, caressing the orbs within, as if to will them to share their bounty with him.\n\n\tIf there was any moment during that time that Malchas could recall as being the catalyst for his climax, it would be that one, when his son took hold of his sac and caressed it so lovingly. In that moment, the wolf tilts his head back and moaned hotly, nearly forgetting himself and where he was, but managing to keep his sounds of pleasure mostly muted as his body responded, his climax hitting his body to send shocks of pleasure through his form, his ballsac finally clenching to force the thick wolf spunk through his cock, where it emerged from the very tip to coat his son’s mouth and tongue with the first rich burst of sticky seed. Malchas removed his hand from his son’s head, giving him the option to pull away if he so desired, his fatherly concern showing through even in this moment when he was filling the cub sired from his loins with the very thing that helped create him.\n\n\tMalchas need not have worried; the first moment that Lazar was able to sample the taste of his father’s seed, he discovered it much to his liking, and quickly set to task with tasting more as it spurted forth from his father’s cock, the paracil’s mouth working to coax more cum from the tip of the spurting member as his little throat swallowed it down. The cub found that it was a little difficult to swallow properly with his mouth still full of his father’s meat; more than a little trickled from his muzzle to drip down onto his father’s knot as he did his best to savor what he could. Still, more than half of the bounty that Malchas shared with his son made its way past the little cub’s throat, the wolf able to see the little adam’s apple bob as each swallow drew more of the thick seed into his belly. Malchas kept his hips steady as he fed his son, watching in a blissful state, until his body would yield no more cum, and his son turned his swallows into soft licks, cleaning the rod in his muzzle of any excess seed, his tender touch almost worshipful as he released the cock finally and licked the underside slowly with up and down strokes of his tongue.\n\n\tWith the afterglow of the moment still percolating through the wolf’s body, Malchas watched his son attend to his shaft, the organ still firm and erect before Lazar’s muzzle. The knot at the base of his cock would not shrink, however; with the wolf failing to tie with its intended target, his body would retain the mating urge, and it would not go down for some time unless that urge was sated. This was something he neglected to tell Lazar about in the first talks about sexuality and how males work, as he felt the subject a little too off topic at the time, and was something that could be broached later on. He never suspected this turn of events, and he found himself wondering if perhaps he should have told Lazar after all. He knew, though, that he couldn’t go back to bed with a raging hard-on that his wife somehow might find and start asking questions. One way or another, he was going to need relief, and now that he had already crossed the line of taboo, he felt that he may as well continue on this precarious path.\n\n\tMalchas was not the only one who was aroused by the situation; Lazar in turn had enjoyed the stimulation of his father, and as a result, now had his own erection peeking out from his sheath. Unlike his father’s erection, however, the paracil’s shaft was not pink, but white like the rest of the fur that covered his groin. In addition, when one observed the little cub’s organ, it was apparent that there was perhaps some bit of feline in his ancestry; little soft barbs at the very tip of his member could be seen, the purpose of which would be to grab a potential mate’s inner walls once inside, to both stroke and to hold. Malchas had never seen his son in a state of erection, and found the sight a little fascinating, but he didn’t intend on feeling that bit inside of him just yet. He felt just a little guilty about what he was intending, but only just a bit; his son had already demonstrated his desire to be with his father, and Malchas was no longer worried about consent, just concerned if Lazar would come to regret the decision.\n\n\tLazar had closed his eyes and started feeling around his father’s knot with soft little licks of his tongue, when he felt his father’s hand gently pat his neck as if to get his attention. He opened his eyes and looked into the gaze of his father, who nodded to him and reached out to give him a little pat on the bum. “That’s good, son, that’s really good…but that’s only part of the way mommies and daddies play together. I’m sure you want to know more, right?”\n\n\t“Oh yes! Show me, daddy,” said Lazar, whose ears had perked right up with attentiveness, the little cub now totally focused on his father, though he still found the presence of mind to keep one of his hands on his father’s cock, always wanting to be close to that wonderful rod of flesh between his thighs.\n\n\t“Well, for this next part, I want you to come and sit in my lap. Just sit there, and I’ll show you how two males mate.” Malchas patted his lap in emphasis, making sure that he was well-balanced on the bed before inviting his son to join him.\n\n\tLazar had an inkling of what his father intended, but even so, he approached the situation as if he knew nothing of the sort, crawling up into the wolf’s lap and making room for that pole of flesh that jutted forth from between his father’s thighs, until it soon jutted between his own legs as well. The paracil felt a curious thrill about seeing both his erection and his father’s so close together, able to compare the two visibly while he waited for the wolf to show him more. When he felt his father’s hands suddenly curl around his waist and lift him up a little ways, he wasn’t sure if he had sat himself down wrong, but his fears were allayed when he heard his father’s reassuring voice whispering into one of his ears. “Don’t worry, I just need to raise you up a little bit. Soon I’ll lower you down, and you’ll feel something press to your rear. I’m sure you’ll know what that will be.”\n\n\tMalchas supported his son deftly with his hands, finding making the necessary movements quite easy to get the young cub into position. He knew approximately where his target was, and was somewhat surprised himself when he found the paracil’s tailhole on the first go. The spire of flesh between his thighs found a little purchase as the tip of his dog cock nestled to the tight pucker of his son, but he hesitated, not wanting to surprise his son with what was to come. “Now, this may feel a little tight at first…and it may even sting a little. Sometimes mommies and daddies do this too, but it can be a little difficult for a while. Just let me know if you want me to stop.” The wolf knew that it might be a little rough, but he was hoping that the spit and polish he received earlier would be enough to ease the passage a bit. He remembered how it was when he experimented before; doubtless lube would probably be helpful at this juncture, but he had to make due with what he had. “Now, here we go…”\n\n\tLazar heard his father’s words, and though they did make him just a little nervous, they could not dissuade his desire for his father, for this very moment. He steeled himself for that moment of entry, felt the pressure of the cocktip trying to force its way inside of that virgin tunnel…but after a while, it stopped. He then heard his father’s words once again, murmuring into his ear as he was held aloft by those caring hands. “Relax, son…it will be more uncomfortable if you clench up like that. The more relaxed you are, the better it will be.” The calming tone of those words, along with their meaning, helped to put the young cub at ease, though it took a little while longer for Lazar to actually reach a relaxed state, trusting in his father completely as the moment of truth was upon them. With his mind at ease, the inner muscles of his sphincter relented and the barrier of that tight ring was eased enough that the gentle pressure of that insistent cocktip began to make headway, the flesh of the dog cock slipping inside slowly, spreading the paracil around the thick spire that invaded him in a moment that Lazar would remember forever.\n\n\tThe sensations that both father and son felt were decidedly different; Malchas experienced a tightness that gave his throbbing member a new sense of excitement, while Lazar gasped as the sensation of being filled gradually increased, a sense of discomfort mingling with a thrill of completeness. However, both furs were united in the act, in the purpose, and though Malchas’s concern grew with the further he managed to sink his member into his son’s tunnel, Lazar never asked for his father to stop, never whimpered a cry of pain or struggled with his guardian to escape. The progress was almost torturously slow, but soon the little cub found his tailhole find purchase against the knot that signaled the base of his father’s shaft, the slow movements ceasing as Malchas gave his son the time he needed to adjust to the feeling of having his father’s cock so deeply inside of him.\n\n\tThe two stayed together in that state for several moments, Malchas’s ears extended towards his son to try and catch any signs that would tell him not to continue, while Lazar pressed his hand to his belly as if to try and feel that thick shaft that was inside of him, unbelieving at how deeply it sank into him. Almost as if by reflex, Lazar’s tail curled around behind him and hugged his father around his waist, the soft fur brushing against the older male in a way that assured Malchas that it was time to continue. The hands around the little paracil found firm purchase at the small waist, and lifted him up slowly, the wolf gritting his teeth a little as the tightness of the surrounding flesh caused such an exquisite feeling of pleasure to surge through him. It also made the little cub tingle as the resulting movements lessened the pressure, but felt so foreign to him. The sensation quickly changed gears, as it wasn’t but a moment before that same feeling of relief changed to that of feeling full once more, the shaft slipping back home as the wolf’s hands lowered him back down onto his lap. Unlike the first time when he felt the knot signal the end of the journey, Lazar felt the up and down motions continue, a feeling of pleasure coming over him as the cocktip managed to find the prostate and massage it with each forward thrust.\n\n\tMalchas soon found his worries about his son easing away as the task before him became easier, the tightness of his little cub causing the pleasure to make its way through his body, and a new release of pre to help coat the inner walls that he penetrated with growing need. He heard his cub whimper after a moment, but the wolf didn’t stop; the whimper was clearly one of enjoyment, the sound of soft purrs and groans accompanying it not long after. For the first time, the father could enjoy the moment, could behave as a mate and not as a father, and with his confidence growing, Malchas began to use his hips as well, thrusting upwards to meet his son’s ass while his hands guided the cub onto his fleshy pole, keeping the movements steady and sure. Each time his swollen knot pressed to the tailhole insistently, he found himself tempted to sink himself in fully, but for the moment, he resisted, the mating lust only a fraction of what it could be, and still having his son’s enjoyment first and foremost.\n\n\tLazar found that his father had him well in hand at that point, the little cub unable to do much except enjoy the ride and bask in pleasure such that he had never known before. Each time the tip of the shaft rubbed against his prostate, he let out a little moan of delight, his hands reaching back behind him in an effort to hold onto his daddy, but only with modest success; every so often a firm thrust would shake loose his hold, leaving him groping for another handhold, or sometimes moving a hand to his belly to try and feel the shaft’s progress as it penetrated him over and over. The little cub’s head was swimming, both with the pleasure that permeated his little form, and the euphoria that came with the knowledge that it was his father that was doing this, that was taking him with that beautiful length of flesh between his thighs, the one that had created him in his mother’s womb. He could feel the heat of pleasure building steadily, and never having experienced such a feeling before, he could do little more but moan and groan, each thrust causing the little cub’s arousal to spike closer and closer to a peak.\n\n\tAs the pleasure rose to a fever pitch within the paracil, Lazar leaned back into the chest of his father, finding the bucking and the thrusting that he experienced still speeding up gradually. He could no longer maintain any sort of hold, finding himself largely helpless to the mating he was experiencing, and it was at that moment that it all came together within the young cub, the culmination of his father’s lust and his own. Unable to help himself, Lazar cried out, a sound of pure joy that was partially muffled by his gasps for air. Fortunately, the sound was somewhat strained, and nowhere near as loud as it could have been, and the room’s walls were more than capable of absorbing the sound before it could reach the room of his slumbering mother. The cry heralded an explosion of pleasure within Lazar, and though his body was still immature, his little form still knew the power of an orgasm. Lazar’s own cock throbbed in the open air, with a knot now formed at the very base, inherited from his father’s lineage. It could not yield cum yet, but it pulsed and throbbed as if it could, and as it did, Lazar came to know the afterglow of pleasure that comes with it, but not the sense of exhaustion. A fortunate occurrence, as Malchas continued to thrust into the young cub, his own lusts far from sated.\n\n\tThe wolf had heard the cry of pleasure and recognized it for what it was, and was only concerned for a moment whether it had been heard. He never stopped thrusting, however, not even for a moment, knowing that he had to tie with his son and feel relief before he could think of returning to his own bed. And he was also beginning to feel the pleasure build, though at a slower clip than his son. Although he would not admit it to himself, he had begun to want to see this out to its conclusion not for his son’s sake, but for his own. This was a sort of pleasure he had not anticipated, and it was affecting him physically as well as mentally. Now that he was so deep into the act, he realized that he was his son’s first, a fact that nothing could change or take away, and that realization triggered something within the wolf, a primal need of both desire and domination. His movements sped up as he bounced his son onto his cock, and although he was still holding himself back, now it was to wait for the opportune moment to ram his knot home and tie himself with his son.\n\n\tWith the pleasure still throbbing within Lazar’s body, he was given no time to recover from the assault on his little form as the sensations continued, his prostate being rubbed again and again from within, his small form at the mercy of the larger, lustful wolf. The love that Lazar had for his father swelled in his breast, an emotion deeper than the arousal he felt at that moment, and though he could not hug his father in the position he was in, he was still in the happiest place he could imagine. All the feelings he felt, both mental and physical, continued to build, until he felt another climax atop the first, the pleasure spiking once again and causing the cub to moan out once again, a little more weakly than the first time, his body starting to feel the strain of feeling so much pleasure all at one time. He was in such a state of bliss that he nearly missed the feeling of being filled with his father’s knot entirely, the wolf choosing that moment to drive his bulging flesh into his son. It caused the cub to vent a soft little eep through his muzzle, but the pleasure and adrenaline combined overwhelmed any feelings of pain that Lazar would have felt at that moment.\n\n\tMalchas felt his son become a little more limp in his arms with the second explosion of release he had, and he knew the time was right. He thrust his hips forward just as he sank his son’s body onto his cock, and the sensation of tightness increased as that knot of flesh penetrated his son’s tailhole, the anal ring swallowing up his swollen base as if it belonged there. He was tied with his son at last, and the feeling felt exquisite, so much so that the lust that the wolf was feeling was instantly redoubled upon itself. It was no longer just the need for release that drove the wolf; it was lust, it was need, it was the desire to fuck his little boy and claim him as his mate. With that newfound desire, having Lazar in his lap just wasn’t enough anymore, and with a rejuvenated will, he shifted his body with the cub in tow, until the paracil was pinned down onto the bed in a dazed state with his father atop him, his hips still plowing away to ravage the cub in a way that Lazar had never dreamed of. The little cub cried out in surprise and delight, but now that the wolf was on top, those cries were partially muffled by the mattress and the pillows that resided on it, ensuring that as loud as he might become, it would not be enough to wake the cub’s mother.\n\n\tMalchas had fallen into a true mating rut, his mind fogged with pure, unbridled desire and need. He had never thought to explain the state that some furs found themselves in when the mating urge took hold; how do you explain that sort of feeling to a cub? In the very back of his mind, he hoped that Lazar would understand, but even that faint worry was only there for an instant before it was overwhelmed by other feelings that demanded to be sated. He found himself speaking words he would have never dreamed he would utter to his son, the previous tenderness he showed his son giving way to the words of a beast intent on slaking his lust with one already under his power. “Feels good, doesn’t it…mmmm…your ass is mine, little cub…I’m going to fuck you until you’re too weak to move…” Malchas didn’t mince words; his body was relentless, his hips pounding away against his son’s hindquarters, his thrusts forced to be short by necessity, but with his knot firmly embedded in his son’s tailring, it was still pure heaven.\n\n\tIf Lazar thought he was at the mercy of his father before, he was given a healthy dose of reality when his body was handled like a rag doll to be mounted and taken in such a ruthless manner. Or rather, it would have occurred to him, if his mind had any room for anything other than the waves of pleasure that washed over him continuously. His father’s words made their way into his mind, but he couldn’t fully understand them, nor could he reply; it was an effort for him just to breathe through the moans and gasps he uttered as he was penetrated over and over. It was only a short manner of time before the next climax hit him, and hit him hard, the bursts of pleasure making stars appear before his eyes as his little form strained to produce cum that wasn’t there, the cub’s erect cock trapped under his form as he was bounced against the mattress over and over. It seemed like this climax wasn’t yet finished travelling through his body before another hit, not giving Lazar time enough to come down from his high. The cub’s eyes began to glaze over as any sort of coherent thought began to vanish from his mind, unable to brace himself in the slightest as the ravishing of his body continued.\n\n\tMalchas no longer had to keep his hands on the cub’s hips as he thrusted into his son’s tailhole; using his weight to supply all the momentum he would need, he instead slid his hands across his son’s back and shoulders, using them to pin down Lazar’s front against the bed, mounting his boy with his tongue lolling from his muzzle in pure delight. He could feel that sweet, sweet relief coming hard and fast, the pleasure and arousal of the moment finally building towards a peak that he would welcome with open arms. As he pinned his son down, he discovered no resistance whatsoever; Lazar’s body was as limp as a puppet, with the only signs that the cub was still aware of anything at all being the soft and weak moans that escaped his muzzle. “Mmmph…mmmmm…aaaahhh,” the little paracil gasped out, his mind somewhere far away, and though it probably would not register in Lazar’s mind, his father spoke to him one again, his voice laced with a powerful desire, a note of pure hunger filling his words. “That’s right…moan for your daddy…you’re my little fucktoy now…” The wolf growled to his son in a feral tone, his words devolving into grunts and huffs as he could the moment arriving, the only thing in his mind now being the release of his bountiful seed into the tight passage before him.\n\n\tLazar was so far gone into the haze of pleasure that he couldn’t even imagine the fierce and passionate mating could come to a conclusion, his body warm and tingling in a constant state of orgasm now, the spikes of pleasure coming one on top of the other, giving the little cub no chance to recover. The bed creaked and squeaked with protest as the wolf slammed into his son’s rear relentlessly, determined to reach that peak that by now was all but unavoidable, the lupine bracing himself as he felt the pleasure approach that crescendo, that plateau that he sought with all his being, and gritting his teeth intensely so as to avoid howling aloud his triumph, Malchas finally achieved that moment of pleasure that sent his senses soaring. His hands pinned his son down to the bed firmly, his hips arching forward to hilt himself completely in the young cub as his balls clenched tightly, forcing the thick, rich load through that throbbing rod of flesh to finally emerge from the cumslit at the very tip, the first burst of seed geysering to freshly coat Lazar’s abused tunnel with a warmth unlike anything he had ever known before. Somehow, through the haze of pleasure that filled his senses, the young cub realized what was happening, what his father was filling him with, and that knowledge sent him on yet another pleasure-filled journey, little tremors of unabated release wracking his body once more.\n\n\tMalchas was in rapture as he flooded his son’s belly with spurt after spurt of the thick seed he had stored away, each jet of sticky cum making its way into Lazar with as much force as the first, his knot ensuring that the spunk he was unloading from his body would remain inside the young paracil. Only occasional reflexive thrusts escaped the wolf, his body twitching slightly along with that of his son, the instincts of the lupine telling him to empty as much of his wolf semen into his captive mate as he could. Slowly, the full sac between the wolf’s legs began to shrink, the reserves gradually draining as more and more was pumped into the cub, the fluids gathering somewhat to actually make the paracil’s belly swell slightly as a result of not being able to escape from his plugged opening. Lazar felt the sensation of being filled increase in the back of his mind, but in truth, after his last climax, he was dead to the world, his mind overloaded with pleasure, his body limp except for the sounds of ragged breaths and the occasional moan.\n\n\tThe moment seemed to last forever, until at last, the wolf felt that he had nothing more to give, and he collapsed to the side of his son, turning him slightly on his side so as not to crush him under the larger male’s weight. Exhaustion filled Malchas, a deep satisfying exhaustion that came with the aftermath of mating, and as he came down from the mating lust that was induced in him, he had time to consider the ramifications of this act. He knew that things would be forever changed in the household, but somehow, this didn’t bother him as much as it would have earlier. He was also proud of his son for handling the act the way he did, with no signs of complaints or pain that the father was dreading. It was something that most adults in his place might have handled with somewhat less decorum or dignity. As he mulled over what was to be, he found himself fighting the urge to sleep, knowing that he could not get caught tied to his son in this manner, lest the late night tryst become a real problem. He had to wait for his knot to shrink enough so that he could extract himself, and that would take a while. He lightly stroked over his son, seeing the trembling, moaning state his son was in, and a part of him took a secret thrill in that, at seeing what his feral lusts could do to the young cub if unchecked.\n\n\tAfter a while, the tremors of Lazar faded, and the cub just lay there, trying to comprehend what had just happened, his mind going in circles as it fought to swim though the lingering aftershocks and haze of pleasure. He didn’t want to move, didn’t dare move, a part of him dreading the prospect that this moment he had waited for so long was merely just a dream. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his eyes staring out into open space, feeling the touch of his father caressing him in a way that the cub knew was now more than just the love of a parent. He could feel that pressure inside of his tailring lessen gradually, the knot inside him shrinking, glad for that gradual relief, though a part of him also missed the sensation of feeling so full. He couldn’t see his father move then, but he could feel the shifting of the mattress, the subtle change in position as the wolf leaned close and whispered into his ear, “Now, this will just be our little secret, Lazar…just between you and me. Promise me, and I will make an effort to spend more time with you, together. OK, son?”\n\n\t  Malchas spoke those words to his son with a slight chill running down his spine; he had forgotten to make sure that Lazar wouldn’t talk about what happened, and if his son didn’t agree to keep things private, it would be potentially disastrous. He also didn’t know if his son would understand his words in his current state, the paracil being as thoroughly exhausted as he was. That chill dissipated the moment he heard his cub reply, although somewhat weakly to him: “Yes, daddy…I promise, daddy…” Malchas could see the little cub attempt to raise his head to look at his father, but the lateness of the hour coupled with the evening’s vigorous activities made it more comfortable for the cub to just rest his head against the mattress and close his eyes.\n\n\tA little more time passed, with the wolf cuddling his son close, before he felt it was time to remove his spent cock from the cub’s rear, and gently so as to avoid overstimulation of both himself and his son, he eased his flesh from the abused passage, one inch at a time. Malchas was aware that the possibility of leakage onto the bedding would likely warrant an explanation, but the wolf turned his body as he exited his son, placing Lazar on his front so that the fluids wouldn’t immediately seep out. Once he was free, he leaped off of the bed and quickly grabbed some tissues that were in the corner of the room, placed there after the cub had a cold that caused him to sniffle and sneeze uncomfortably. He returned to the bed and placed a few underneath Lazar’s tail to make sure to collect what they could, while wiping off his own cock quickly to avoid drippage. When he was reasonably sure that the evidence would not be present in the morning, he leaned close to kiss his son goodnight, only to see that the youth was already fast asleep. With a soft chuckle, Malchas kissed his son goodnight anyways, then opened the bedroom door after collecting his clothing to make his way to the bathroom to dispose of the remaining tissues, confident that by the time he was back in his own room, his already retreating cock would be back home in his sheath.\n\n\tLater, after the wolf had returned to his bedroom, he slipped under the covers next to his mate Josie, pleased to discover she had slept through the whole incident. Now, at long last, he could drift off to slumber, the evening’s activities quickly catching up to him as he let sweet oblivion wash over him, letting dreams of the mating with his son replay themselves once more for his enjoyment. \n\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>THE IMPORTANT THINGS<br /><br />\tIn most families, there occurs an incident which, while not an unusual occurrence, is still somewhat awkward to muddle through. This incident is where we begin with our story, a story involving a young cub named Lazar Wolfe, and his parents. It was an incident which shaped his life in ways that no one could have ever perceived, and it starts, interestingly enough, in the bedroom.<br /><br />\tLazar couldn&rsquo;t sleep that night. It happens to most youngsters at one point or another, whether it be a nightmare that wakes them from peaceful slumber with a start, an inability to sleep in the first place, or even just the standard fear that monsters were lurking in dark and secret places. In Lazar&rsquo;s case, it was a bit of willful stubbornness mixed with anxiety. He was going to attend school for the first time in the morning, and was sent to bed a little earlier than normal. Oh, he managed to spend the extra time playing with toys he had snuck to bed for a little while, but even that became an unsuitable distraction with the lingering thoughts he had in his head. He tossed and turned, but nothing he seemed to do could get him comfortable, when normally he could at least find a small measure of sleep when he wanted. Eventually, his restlessness turned to thoughts of his parents, and seeking comfort with them; and perhaps getting a drink of water as well, as he was starting to get a little thirsty. So, he got out of bed, stumbling a little bit over the large pants legs of his pajamas, and walked out of his bedroom to try and make his way to his parents&rsquo; bedroom.<br /><br />\tThe distance between his room and the room of his mother and father was a small one; it is a fairly common thing for parents and children to have their rooms close at hand, in case of emergencies. The rooms, although fairly close, were not adjacent, so the cub still had to walk a little ways to reach his destination. It was probably because of this that he didn&rsquo;t pay attention to the muffled noise that was coming from the room, but even so, Lazar likely wouldn&rsquo;t have thought to give pause, as most cubs at his age have a mind of single focus. He was also young enough not to have had the importance of knocking impressed upon him, so rather than politely knocking and calling for his mother and father, he placed his paw on the doorknob, turned it softly, and opened the door.<br /><br />\tWhat follows is a scene that has been replayed countless times across recorded history, and will continue long since. One could imagine what the young cub walked in upon, but rather than simply speculate upon it, it shall be made plain. When a mated couple have little ones to look after, the loss of private time is keenly felt, and as such, whatever private time is remaining is to be savored and used whenever possible. Lazar&rsquo;s parents took exactly that opportunity, and were caught in the act of sharing in each others carnal desires&hellip;quite vigorously, in fact. So much so, that they didn&rsquo;t even notice the youngster watching them in the open doorways for several long moments. Unfortunately for the male, his mate noticed that something was amiss just as he was getting ready to force his knot inside of her, and her startled cry was enough to make him focus on the situation at hand, his organ slipping out between her legs to tent the covers as he turned in place on the mattress.<br /><br />\tLazar didn&rsquo;t understand what he had walked into, and certainly had never seen his parents naked before. Moreover, the funny bulge underneath the covers caught his eye, and since he wasn&rsquo;t quite tired yet and still had the curiosity that youth lends, he hopped up onto the bed to join his parents, not realizing what an awkward situation this would present. The matter was further complicated still; his weight on the bed tugged at the covers some, revealing objects that his parents felt were best hidden at that time; namely, his mother&rsquo;s chest and his father&rsquo;s erection. It took but a bare moment for his mother to grab what covers she could and pull them up over her chest, but his father was stuck; he didn&rsquo;t have enough slack to do the same, and Lazar has gravitated right towards him.<br /><br />\tWhat followed was a crash course in explaining the birds and the bees to the young pup, the cub listening intently to his father as he explained the actions that he and his mate had been participating in, and what that strange amount of flesh was between his legs. Lazar listened to his father with wide eyes, trying to make sense of all he was being told, but could only grasp the basics of things, as young as he was. Something within him changed on that day, something on an almost imperceptible level, but from that day on, whenever Lazar spent time around his father, the image of that fateful night fixed in his mind, the sight of his father&rsquo;s body burned into his memory as vividly as a photograph. As his mind and body began to mature a little more, his feelings towards that night also became clearer. He often flashed back to that night, imagining his father in the act of sex, but changing the scene a little, trying to imagine what it felt like to have that shaft of flesh plunging inside.<br /><br />\tLazar loved both of his parents deeply, but in his mind, this incident left him feeling a lot closer to his father than to his mother, and he began to seek out excuses to be around his father a lot more. In the outset, it could seem to be typical male bonding that occurs between father and son, but in truth, the young cub felt urges that he longed to enact with his father, even going so far as to sneak a couple &lsquo;innocent&rsquo; gropes here and there to satisfy his unvoiced urges. But he never spoke what he desired out loud, for reasons even he couldn&rsquo;t really explain. But one fateful day, that too changed.\t<br /><br />\tSome time had passed since that event, and Lazar&rsquo;s parents had decided to try and conceive a new member to the family. Since the incident, Lazar had become very close to his father, and his mother, feeling a little left out, broached the idea of having another cub. What followed were some raucous and playful romps through the bedroom &ndash; with the door locked, so that Lazar couldn&rsquo;t interrupt accidentally, as he did once before. Lazar could guess what they were up to, however; his understanding of the event had grown a little, and he had a very vivid memory of what had happened on that fateful night. He tested the door once or twice, and finding it locked, exhibited his childlike curiosity and peeked through the crack in the door. He couldn&rsquo;t see much, but the noises and the miniscule vision he had allowed his imagination to run wild. He often returned to his bed after he saw all that he could see and did his best to relieve himself of his urges, his mind flashing back to thoughts of his father in the throes of mating, not yet daring to hope that he could someday be the one whom his father mated.<br /><br />\tIt wasn&rsquo;t long before the union bore fruit, and Lazar&rsquo;s mother was once again pregnant with child. It was explained to the little cub that he was going to have a little brother or sister soon, which was easy enough for him to understand. He wasn&rsquo;t sure how it would change the family lifestyle yet, but he was happy to someday have someone he could play with and look after. He soon found that it was a mixed blessing; as his mother gradually grew the cub in her belly, his father had to be more attentive to her needs, which meant that spending time with him was becoming more and more problematic to Lazar. He spent some time with both his mother and father, but Lazar felt a little awkward trying to sneak illicit gropes in front of his mother, fearing being caught and chastised, as well as not wishing to cause trouble, so he resisted the temptation. He liked his mother well enough, and honestly liked to be around her as much as his father, but he didn&rsquo;t feel nearly the same sense of attraction that he got when he was able to spend time with his father alone. So it was that Lazar&rsquo;s time with his father became limited with the new arrival on the way, and the little cub found himself becoming more and more frustrated as he couldn&rsquo;t express himself as he wished.<br /><br />\tIt was towards the end stage of her pregnancy that Josie, Lazar&rsquo;s mother, started to become slightly more irritable, and would begin to send her mate out for various foods and items, partially because of cravings and partially just to get him our of her immediate presence for a while. Mostly Lazar would stay home and keep her mother company at his father&rsquo;s request, just in case she should need anything. One time, however, Josie just wanted to be alone, and shooed Lazar off to go an errand with his father to pick up some comfort items, with the pretense of just getting both of them out of the house. Knowing better than to argue with his wife, the male agreed, bringing his son along with him for the trip. Lazar didn&rsquo;t argue; this was exactly what he had been hoping for, and needed no encouragement to leave the house with his father. It was also an opportunity for the young pup to behave in a more natural manner for his liking, and possibly get a little playful with his father in the bargain.<br /><br />\tThat day in particular was a bit overcast, making the journey to the store a little gloomy. It also made the possibility of going somewhere fun like the park afterwards a little doubtful. But still, Lazar was in high spirits, so much so that he had to be told several times by his father to sit still in the car. In a rare moment of calmness, he looked to his father while he was driving at the wheel, thinking about the fur that he so idolized and attracted to, albeit in secret.<br /><br />\tHis father&rsquo;s name was Malchas, though it was rare that anyone who knew him actually called him by his actual name. Malchas was the type of fur who adopted names easily with little argument, and it was all too common for others to refer to him by their own pet names, most often &ldquo;Buddy&rdquo; or &ldquo;Slick&rdquo; or some other name that just happened to be appropriate at the time. Usually each name had a special meaning, but it all really came down to the fact that Malchas was just one of those furs that was instantly likable. A little smile, a little wave, and that was usually all it would take for Malchas to be able to strike up a conversation and put others at ease. Malchas was also the type of fur that gave the impression that he could be depended on, and he never gave anyone a reason to doubt that, even long after the initial meeting.<br /><br />\tLots of furs wanted to get to know Malchas because of his reputation for being a good guy, but if not for that, then it was feasible they would want to know him for his good looks instead. Malchas was a wolf, and was indeed a fine specimen of the species; even now that he was leaning a little towards the middle age spectrum of his life, he still looked to be a wolf in his prime. Malchas was by no means the most handsome or the strongest wolf there ever was, but he was certainly above the average curve for his species, enough so that he stood out in a crowd wherever he went. He had fine and kindly features, showing that he was friendly, but the way that he carried himself when he moved showed that he was no pushover either, and it was rare that Malchas had ever had to exert himself physically to prove a point or to stand his ground.<br /><br />\tMalchas was also a bit of a standout because of his unusual coat of fur. No one really knew why the wolf has a bright silver fur coloration as opposed to the natural black tone of his species; indeed, both of his parents had black fur, so it seemed like it would be only natural that he would take after them. But as pictures could attest, Malchas had silver fur ever since he was a cub, and to be quite honest, it suited him rather well. It appeared to make him seem a little more wise and credible to those who viewed him in a business light, and when it caught the light just right, it would make any warm-blooded female stand up and take notice. It was a fine coat too; soft and luxurious, and it was both Josie and Lazar&rsquo;s joy to be able to snuggle up with it from time to time. Because it was so soft, it was often that Malchas went around the house in a semi-clad state as opposed to fully clothed, but when going out in public, it was necessary to hide much of his pelt under garments for propriety&rsquo;s sake.<br /><br />\tLazar, by contrast, took after his mother in most things, including his root species. Lazar appeared to be a cross between a wolf and a feline, but if this were the case, it was through no fault of the pairings between his mother and father. In truth, Lazar&rsquo;s appearance was due almost entirely to his mother being the same species as he, which just happened to bear resemblances to each. Lazar, as his mother, was a Paracil, a species that was somewhat rare, but not entirely unknown.<br /><br />\tLazar shared in his father&rsquo;s unusual coloration in that he bore a pelt that was not found normally amongst furs; although he could easily be mistaken for a fox or a wolf in his body type, the fact that most of his fur was a bright blue was usually the first thing that people noticed. The fur was a deep hue, and almost violet in coloration, making him very easy to spot (and incidentally, made hide and seek games rather difficult for him). The blue hue did not cover his entire body, however; Lazar&rsquo;s fur switched drastically from blue to pure white in certain key areas of his body, providing him with &ldquo;gloves&rdquo; of white on his paws, a white tailtip, and white ears along the insides. Along with this fur coloration, certain parts of his anatomy were a pure white as well, such as his nosetip. It was also a secret from those who hadn&rsquo;t lived with Lazar his whole life, but underneath the garments he usually wore, his groin also bore the same traits, making the fur of his sheath and sac a pure white, and inside that sheath, his shaft also a brilliant ivory in color. With the combination of blue and white, it may have appeared at times that the cub was cold, or even freezing, but Lazar&rsquo;s fur was soft and thick, keeping him well insulated so that he could even venture out in just his fur and still be quite comfortable.<br /><br />\tLazar&rsquo;s feline traits were considerably more subdued than the rest of his body, manifesting themselves in minor but important ways. His ears were the most visible, short and sharp in the manner of most housecats, but very keen and able to pick up a lot from his surroundings. His claws were also sharp and retractable, a feature that allowed him to avoid blunting his claws needlessly when participating in the roughhousing that cubs of his age usually did with each other. Lazar rarely used his claws anyways, with the exception of combing through fur, so it was a fairly useful trait for him to have.<br /><br />\tThe drive to the store was fairly uneventful, given that not many people were out in public due to the day being so overcast; it was generally believed that it would rain later on that day, and no one really wanted to get caught out in a rainstorm. Malchas liked to visit a local family-owned convenience store that was owned by a friend of his. It was a wonderful excuse to stay out longer than necessary, as it would provide Malchas with an opportunity to catch up on the latest news and just chat about nothing in particular. Malchas knew enough to give his wife plenty of time to simmer down, and being caught in a rain would likely be less unpleasant than getting on the wrong side of his mate.<br /><br />\tLazar pushed opened the door in an effort to be helpful to his father, and the duo entered the store, the little bell atop the framework of the door ringing to signal the arrival of a customer. Immediately, the fur at the cashier&rsquo;s desk, a small raccoon with a green vest displaying his name tilted his head up from his paperwork and gave a big grin. &ldquo;Mally! My good friend! What brings you here?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Oh, a little shopping and a little relief&hellip;you know how Josie can be sometimes when she&rsquo;s in a mood,&rdquo; Malchas responded with a grin, moving over to the counter and leaning on it casually.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;I do and I don&rsquo;t,&rdquo; the raccoon replied, rubbing the back of his head in chagrin, &ldquo;as I don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;ve seen Josie when she&rsquo;s truly upset. But I&rsquo;m not going to be losing any sleep over that one.&rdquo; The raccoon turned and saw the little cub in tow. &ldquo;Ah, and I see you brought Lazar as well. How&rsquo;s it going, little guy?&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar used the raccoon&rsquo;s statement as a cue to huddle himself against his father&rsquo;s leg and turn away from the raccoon shyly. In truth, Lazar had long ago gotten used to Mr. Ruston, the store owner and clerk. But he kept up the act not because he was shy of the raccoon, but because it offered him an excuse to feel up his father rather sneakily, at least for a while. The cub made sure to tuck his muzzle right up against his father&rsquo;s groin, scenting Malchas&rsquo;s sheath and balls through his trousers and rubbing up against it slowly to feel the weight against his face. &ldquo;Mmmm&hellip;&rdquo; he murmured through a slightly mashed muzzle, enjoying the chance to be so close to his father, but to the two adults, it seemed as if the sound coming from his muzzle was just shyness and apprehension at seeing the raccoon again.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Oh, come on, Lazar, you&rsquo;ve known Gerry for a long time now, I can&rsquo;t believe you&rsquo;re still shy after all this time,&rdquo; Malchas chuckled, looking first down to his son, and then to the raccoon. &ldquo;Sorry, you know he is, just give him a little bit.&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Oh, it&rsquo;s no trouble, it&rsquo;s kinda cute actually. Besides, he&rsquo;s still young yet, give him time to get used to a scary raccoon like myself,&rdquo; Gerry chuckled, giving the cub a mock-glare, though if Lazar noticed, he didn&rsquo;t show it. &ldquo;Anyhow, what can I help you with?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Oh, don&rsquo;t worry about it overmuch, Gerry, I know what I&rsquo;m looking for. Really, though, I think the missus just needs us to be out of her hair for a bit, so we&rsquo;ll probably just be browsing a little longer than normal.&rdquo; Malchas moved one of his hands down to stroke the little cub&rsquo;s head, while he gave a little shrug of his shoulders. &ldquo;Maybe get some treats for the kid, that sort of thing.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tThe raccoon nodded sagely and turned to fetch a box from behind his counter, bringing it out and displaying it for a moment before opening it up to reveal a row of chocolate-covered cherries, a personal weakness for the &lsquo;coon. &ldquo;Well, I think I can help with that last one. Here you go, kiddo, a treat from the scary raccoon.&rdquo; He reached out and took an especially large one and held it out to Lazar. The paracil cub, forgetting for a moment to play the part of the scared child, instantly turned and nabbed the confectionary with a brilliant grin. &ldquo;Thank you, Mr. Ruston!&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;You&rsquo;re welcome, little guy! Just make sure to eat it quick before it melts,&rdquo; Gerry cautioned with a grin, then motioned his hand to shoo both Malchas and Lazar off. &ldquo;Now go and do some shopping, so this old man can turn a profit. Oh, and give Josie my regards.&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Will do. C&rsquo;mon, Lazar, let&rsquo;s check the goods.&rdquo; With that, father and son turned and began to wander the aisles, checking for what they needed.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;OK, Lazar, go check down the bread aisle for those cinnamon pastries your mom likes so much. Wouldn&rsquo;t hurt to try and get on her good side with a little something extra.&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Sure, daddy!&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar immediately turned and quickly made his way over to the next aisle where the breads were kept, keen on finding the item he was tasked with. He didn&rsquo;t come to this store too often with his father, but he knew where most everything was by heart, so Malchas could rely on the cub to find what he needed fairly quickly. Sure enough, in the space of a few moments, he found what he was looking for, and grabbed it off the shelf to bring over to his father, who had focused his attention on a bag of sugar cookies that he hadn&rsquo;t had in a while.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Got it! Here it is,&rdquo; Lazar exclaimed, waving it about slightly so that he could get his father&rsquo;s attention.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Ah, good work, my boy, good work. Yep, this is exactly what your mother likes,&rdquo; Malchas said, rubbing his son&rsquo;s head once again and placing the cinnamon buns into the basket he was carrying.<br /><br />\tLazar wagged his tail at the praise, then moved close to hug his father again about the waist and leg, pressing his muzzle back against the wolf&rsquo;s crotch. The move mirrored the one he made on his father back when he first encountered the raccoon store owner, and since Malchas hadn&rsquo;t complained at the time, Lazar figured that his father wouldn&rsquo;t cause a fuss then, either.<br /><br />\tThe difference between what Lazar did now and what he did then, however, was that Malchas wasn&rsquo;t trying to move at the time, and having a cub latched around your waist and leg inhibited movement to a great deal, so much so that if one is not careful, the positioning could cause an inadvertent stumble or trip. Malchas, partially distracted by the cookies and also thinking about the next necessary item to get, turned around to take a step, only to find that one leg was weighted down more than the other, causing him to take a stumble. In order to keep himself from crashing down onto the floor, the wolf stuck his hand out to catch the shelf, and in doing so, knocked over a couple of cookie packages and a jar of cookies that was on a lower shelf. The packages fell to the ground with a thump, but the jar hit the ground with a resounding *CRASH* and shattered, dumping cookies everywhere. Malchas was able to catch himself before he hit the ground, but at seeing the devastation caused by the stumbling, he immediately became cross.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Lazar, let go of me! Gah, look what you made me do!&rdquo; He shook his leg in a jerking motion to try and dislodge his young charge, and Lazar, being startled by both the accident and his father&rsquo;s displeasure, released his hold readily. Malchas gave his boy a stern glare, letting him know he was still upset. &ldquo;What has gotten into you?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Is everything all right back there?&rdquo; The wolf turned his ears toward the voice, that of Gerry back near the counter, sounding rather concerned. Malchas called back to the counter, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s OK Gerry, just had an accident back here with a jar of cookies, I&rsquo;ll clean it up and pay for the damages.&rdquo; He looked around quickly for a broom and dustpan, motioning for Lazar to stay back and out of the way. &ldquo;Just&hellip;just stand still until I take care of this.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar naturally felt apologetic about having caused the incident, but having gained the ire of his father on a day that promised to be so special for him put the cub in a state of distress. He followed his father&rsquo;s instructions, not wishing to upset his father anymore, and could only just stand there, stunned into silence, fidgeting and feeling as if he would tear up any moment. Before long, his father returned with the broom and dustpan, and set to cleaning up the mess, a frustrated look etched upon his face.<br /><br />\tTo satisfy his own curiosity, Gerry peeked around the corner just as Malchas swept up the last of the debris into the dustpan. Seeing the state of things, he waved his hands dismissively and smiles. &ldquo;Ah, accidents will happen after all&hellip;you could have just left that and I would have taken care of it. Gives me something to do on the off times.&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;That&rsquo;s all right, Gerry,&rdquo; Malchas replied in an apologetic tone, &ldquo;it was my fault, so it&rsquo;s only right I should take care of it.&rdquo; He reached into his pocket and took out a few dollars in tender, giving them to the raccoon without a second thought. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry about the change. Just meet us up front in a little bit, we&rsquo;re just about ready to go.&rdquo; As he spoke these last words, he looked to his son with a gaze that let him know in no uncertain terms that this little jaunt was over.<br /><br />\tThe next few moments were filled with an uncomfortable silence, as father and son took their goods over to the counter and had them rung up by the store owner. Gerry could sense that something was wrong, and rather than strike up pleasant conversation as he was fond of doing, he also kept silent and to his task, only venturing a hopeful, &ldquo;Come back soon&hellip;&rdquo; as the duo exited the store and headed to the car. It was only when the car doors were closed and the engine was warmed up that Lazar ventured an apology. &ldquo;I..I&rsquo;m sorry&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />\tWhile Malchas wasn&rsquo;t upset enough to think about punishing the cub for his act, he felt the need to stress exactly WHY he was upset. Turning to his son (while making sure the car was still in the Park position, of course), he looked Lazar straight in the eye, sighing a bit in exasperation. &ldquo;I know, I know, you&rsquo;re sorry, but I&rsquo;m trying to understand why you do these things, Lazar! I know you like hugging me and all, but you have to use some common sense! Honestly, I&rsquo;d wish you&rsquo;d give me a little distance when we&rsquo;re out in public.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tWhen Lazar heard those last words, he only heard them partially. Missing the portion about the out in public, his mind could only comprehend that his father didn&rsquo;t want him close anymore, and that set the little cub to crying and sniffling, something that set Malchas back in wonderment. Malchas certainly hadn&rsquo;t meant to upset his son so! But there it was. Lazar wasn&rsquo;t out and out bawling, but the tears were there, as was the sad and almost frightened expression on the paracil&rsquo;s face. &ldquo;Daddy! I&rsquo;m sorry! I&hellip;I want to be with you!&rdquo;<br /><br />\tMalchas immediately tried to reassure his young charge. &ldquo;I know, Lazar, take it easy&hellip;&rdquo; But Lazar interrupted him in the next moment, and lunged towards his father, taking hold of his arm and hugging it close to his body, while continuing to speak. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be mad, daddy! Please! I love you! I really love you! I&hellip;I want to be with you!&rdquo; In that moment, Lazar&rsquo;s shyness was replaced with desperation, and not knowing how else to express himself, he pressed himself close to his father, rubbing against him in a way that was not usual for a cub to do with his father. &ldquo;I&hellip;I want you to be with me&hellip;&rdquo; he trailed, sniffling, then realizing what he was doing, he crawled away from his father and curled himself into a ball on the side of the car, not daring to look at his father anymore.<br /><br />\tThe turn of the situation took the wolf by surprise, so much so that for several moments, all Malchas could do was look at his son in complete and utter confusion. He could think of nothing to say to try and alleviate the situation, and sat there until he refocused his mind on the task at hand, finding it a much easier subject to handle. &ldquo;Put your seat belt on,&rdquo; he said at last to Lazar, putting the car into drive and beginning the journey home in relative silence, the sounds of the radio dimly masking the sound of Lazar crying along the side of the car.<br /><br />\t<br /><br />\tOnce home, the evening passed just as gloomily as the weather that accompanied the trip home. When the two finally entered their home with their acquired items, they did so with a deafening silence. Neither fur attempted to look at the other, each feeling awkward after the incident before the ride home, and Josie found herself quite puzzled at the state of both. The duo had come home sooner than anticipated, so she was slightly annoyed at that, but the state of father and son left her a puzzle that quickly helped her forget that annoyance. Her questions did not yield any insight to the matter, however, as both father and son remained bafflingly quiet as to what occurred, and so she had to quietly think the matter over during dinner, which was also unusually quiet. It wasn&rsquo;t until Lazar had gone up to his room and Malchas and Josie were settling in for the night that Malchas seemed to open up to his mate, and the subject matter didn&rsquo;t seem that related to what happened.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Dear,&rdquo; began Malchas as he looked up into the ceiling, his gaze somewhere far away, &ldquo;Lazar seems&hellip;a little clingy, don&rsquo;t you think?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Oh, Wolfie&hellip;&rdquo; Josie shook her head as she used her pet name for him, &ldquo;he&rsquo;s still a young cub. You have to expect that. And believe me, it&rsquo;s over all too soon. You&rsquo;re only young once, after all.&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Yes, but still,&rdquo; said Malchas, &ldquo;sometimes I feel as if he expects something more from me. He&rsquo;s always trying to gain my attention, being underfoot&hellip;I mean, I like the little scamp, but I don&rsquo;t know if maybe it&rsquo;s the new cub on the way, or if he just wants to be noticed, or&hellip;mmmph, I don&rsquo;t know.&rdquo; The wolf sighed a little bit and turned his head towards his mate, looking for a sign of understanding. &ldquo;You know?&rdquo;<br /><br />\tJosie couldn&rsquo;t help but chuckle a little bit. &ldquo;Dear, if you don&rsquo;t know, how would I know?&rdquo; She reached over and took his hand in hers. &ldquo;Wolfie, you know Lazar has always been closer to you than he has to me. He&rsquo;s your little boy. And mine too. I mean&hellip;he takes after me, true. But it&rsquo;s clear he shares most of his personality traits from you, and the boy practically dotes on you.&rdquo; She sighed then. &ldquo;I wish he would show a little more attention to me, really, but I guess he&rsquo;s just closer to you.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tMalchas thought this over for a bit, and gave his mate&rsquo;s hand a squeeze. &ldquo;I could ask him about that, if you&rsquo;d like&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;No, no&hellip;such feelings have to be freely given, or else they&rsquo;re not honest at all. I don&rsquo;t want charity. And I just have to face it, he&rsquo;s your boy. I think he&rsquo;ll always be your boy.&rdquo; Josie smiled warmly and leaned close to give the wolf a gentle kiss on his muzzle. &ldquo;As much as I hate to say it, maybe you should try and spend more time with him. I know you do already, but why should you push away love? It&rsquo;s hard enough to achieve when there are so many ways it could go wrong.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tMalchas seemed to consider this for a moment. Then he nodded slowly. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re right, you&rsquo;re right. And I probably shouldn&rsquo;t let things stand like how they are. Things ended kinda poorly at the store, and I got upset, but I suppose I overreacted.&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;What DID happen at the store, love? If I might ask?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Mmmm&hellip;I broke a cookie jar.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tJosie arched an eyebrow curiously. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s it?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Well&hellip;that&rsquo;s what started it. I got a little upset, nothing more.&rdquo; Malchas sat up from the bed and folded the covers back into place, then leaned over and kissed his mate on the forehead. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to visit Lazar and have a little talk. I&rsquo;ll be back later, OK?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;OK Wolfie&hellip;&rdquo; began Josie, yawning a little bit as she settled back into a comfy position. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m pretty tired, so I&rsquo;ll probably be asleep in a bit. Just try not to wake me up when you come back, all right?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Of course, dear, of course.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tMalchas wasn&rsquo;t entirely sure why he didn&rsquo;t disclose everything that happened in the car, only that he felt the moment was private and that Lazar wouldn&rsquo;t appreciate him repeating what he said in his moment of distress. He also wasn&rsquo;t sure if his mate&rsquo;s words really applied in the context of the situation, as he suspected that his son was trying to pass on a message to him, a message he wasn&rsquo;t prepared to handle at the time. But one thing was certain to him as he walked to Lazar&rsquo;s room; he was going to see what he could do to help.<br /><br />\tThe wolf first knocked on the door hesitantly, unsure whether Lazar had fallen asleep yet, though past experience told him that the cub would still be up. He wasn&rsquo;t disappointed; he heard a quiet, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m here&hellip;&rdquo; vocalized from the other side of the door, and with that he replied back, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s your father. Can I come in?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;&hellip;OK&hellip;&rdquo; came the reply from the other side of the door, and with that the wolf opened the door to see the cub still in his morning clothes, not having the heart to change into his pajamas yet. He was sitting on the side of the bed, hands in his lap, with one of toys lying a little ways away from him on the bed, a lump of clay that he was fond of shaping into different objects when the mood suited him. It was obvious that he had been molding it a little, but the shape was undetermined, as if he was just molding it for comfort rather than design. The cub had clearly been crying a little, Malchas saw; the tears were gone, but his eyes, normally a shiny black, seemed a little duller, a little listless.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Hey there, kiddo&hellip;&rdquo; Malchas began, a little unsure as to how to approach the situation; he reflected that cautious optimism was probably the way to go here.<br /><br />\tLazar sniffed a little, though he was clearly trying to hide it. &ldquo;Hey daddy&hellip;&rdquo; he murmured, also somewhat hesitant.<br /><br />\tMalchas sat down next to his son, waiting to see if his presence would make his son shy away. When Lazar remained where he was, he placed his hand on one of the paracil&rsquo;s own, patting it lightly. &ldquo;I want to talk about what happened in the car today.&rdquo; He saw Lazar cringe a little bit, and gave his son a little friendly squeeze on his hand to reassure him. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s OK, I&rsquo;m not upset. I just want to talk.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar perked up a little as he heard his father say that he wasn&rsquo;t upset, and even leaned against his father a little, though he still seemed to be guarded. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, daddy&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry about it, little guy, don&rsquo;t feel sorry any more, it&rsquo;s OK. I&rsquo;m sorry too, for what it&rsquo;s worth.&rdquo; Malchas gave his son another little squeeze. &ldquo;But I remember what you said, and I&rsquo;m not sure if I misunderstood or not, so I&rsquo;d like to hear it again from you, if you don&rsquo;t mind repeating it. Could you do that again for daddy?&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to steel himself; being a cub, his emotions were still a bit raw from before, and he still couldn&rsquo;t believe he admitted such things to his father earlier on the spur of the moment. But he loved his father, and with his lifeline being thrown to him, he decided to grab hold and see where it went. &ldquo;Well&hellip;I want to be with you, daddy. And I want you to be with me.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tMalchas nodded at these words; they were practically how he remembered them earlier in the day. He had an inkling of what they meant, but he had to be sure. &ldquo;Hmm. Now, I&rsquo;m with you now, is that what you mean?&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar shook his head. &ldquo;No, no. I want you with me. Like you are with mommy. It looked like fun.&rdquo; Lazar turned his hand and gripped the hand in his palm, drawing it close to him and hugging it to his body. &ldquo;I like you, daddy.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar&rsquo;s touch was tender and light, but his words sent a little chill through Malchas. This was something no parenting manual could have prepared him for. But still&hellip;after the initial conversation with Lazar in the car, this was partially what Malchas expected to hear, so he wasn&rsquo;t as surprised as he might have been. The problem was, now that he heard it spoken aloud in a manner too direct to confuse, he wasn&rsquo;t entirely sure where to go from here. Lazar clearly knew the difference between boys and girls; he had had the lesson drilled into him that night when he interrupted his parents&rsquo; heated mating, and on several other occasions besides. But it was inconceivable to Malchas to think that Lazar had any inkling about male-to-male pairings, or even how they worked. It certainly had never been explained to him by either Malchas or Josie! And even ignoring the obvious taboo of incest that the situation brought to the fore, Lazar was still very young and developing, both physically and emotionally; it was likely Lazar knew what he wanted, but didn&rsquo;t know what he was asking. All this ran through Malchas&rsquo;s mind in the blink of an eye, the concerned parent finding himself looking down to where his son was gripping his hand rather than meeting the eyes of the young cub.<br /><br />\tInterestingly enough, it wasn&rsquo;t the male-on-male aspect that unnerved him about the situation. The wolf had never really considered himself to be bisexual, but in his younger years he had found himself in a situation where a close friend had expressed his interest in him, and through a VERY spirited bout of rationalization and persuasion, Malchas relented and experimented with the male side of mating. To his surprise, it wasn&rsquo;t bad&hellip;different, but not bad per se. But having tried it, Malchas discovered that his interest really leaned more towards females, and his friend decided to just be friends afterwards. It wasn&rsquo;t long after that, that his friend found someone special and the pain of heartbreak was quickly dissuaded, but Malchas was able to carry the experience on with him. So it was that the wolf&rsquo;s preoccupation with the situation wasn&rsquo;t so much the act as it was the circumstances surrounding the act.<br /><br />Just about everything regarding the situation told Malchas that he should try to gently tell his son that it wasn&rsquo;t right, or at least, not the right time. But in his heart, he knew that would probably crush his little cub in a way that he would never be able to forgive himself for. And he remembered his mate&rsquo;s words, reminding him about pushing away his son&rsquo;s love. He was pretty sure that she didn&rsquo;t have this situation in mind when she said those words, but in a certain sense, they seemed to fit. His mind lingered on those words for a time, and when he finally finished letting those words roam through his head, he didn&rsquo;t know how long he had spent pondering their meaning. But when he looked up into his son&rsquo;s worried gaze, he knew that he had probably sat thinking in that spot for more than just a moment or two. &ldquo;Well, this is it&hellip;&rdquo; he thought to himself, making his decision in that very moment, convinced that it was the right one.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Yes, well&hellip;I think I understand&hellip;&rdquo; the wolf began hesitantly, looking behind him to see that the door to the room was slightly ajar, enough so that anyone in the hallway had a clear view of the two sitting on the bed. &ldquo;Just excuse me for a moment, I&rsquo;ll be right back.&rdquo; Malchas patted Lazar&rsquo;s head affectionately. For a moment, Lazar had a brief flash of panic, fearing that his father was leaving him because of his words, but his fears were allayed when he saw that the wolf was just closing the door, the latch clicking to signal that no one would be able to sneak a peer inside. In the next moment, Malchas returned to the bed, seeming to be a little more comfortable with the situation now.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;OK. Well, you know boys and girls aren&rsquo;t the same&hellip;down there especially. We&rsquo;ve gone over that several times.&rdquo; Malchas looked into his son&rsquo;s eyes, and saw a nod of recognition, the cub as attentive as the wolf had ever seen him. &ldquo;Boys and girls are sort of made to fit with each other. Boys and boys&hellip;well, they have it tougher, son. It takes a while, and even then, there&rsquo;s no guarantee that you&rsquo;ll like the outcome,&rdquo; Malchas continued, hoping that he wasn&rsquo;t making a fool of himself by reading the situation wrong. He was quite sure he knew what the little cub wanted, but a part of him was wincing in preparation for Lazar to mention that he thought his father was silly for going over this with him. When Lazar didn&rsquo;t protest or look confused at all, Malchas continued. &ldquo;So&hellip;are you sure you want to give this a try?&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar&rsquo;s eyes lit up at the recognition that his father was giving voice to the desires he wanted to share but didn&rsquo;t have the words for. When he heard Malchas&rsquo;s question, he answered with an emphatic nod, his face alight with both relief and joy. &ldquo;Yes, daddy! I want to be with you like how you are with mommy.&rdquo; The little cub fidgeted in place, unsure of how he could express himself even more, almost not daring to believe that this moment was coming true. Malchas could hardly believe it either, nor believe what he was about to do in order to express his love for his son. But in seeing his son&rsquo;s reaction, he knew that there was no turning back now, and he could only hope his teaching his son would not be something either of them would come to regret.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Well, we can&rsquo;t be EXACTLY like how your mother and I are together, but some of the things, we can do&hellip;&rdquo; Malchas trailed, wondering where to begin. &ldquo;But I think that we should probably start with getting ready. It will be a lot easier for both of us if we got undressed.&rdquo; The wolf hesitated here, then decided it would be best to lead by example, and have Lazar follow suit when he was ready. Typically, he spent the night with his mate either in the nude or in pajamas when the weather was typically colder in the winter, and this night, he had chosen a mix of the two, wearing pajama bottoms while leaving his chest bare. As a result, the process for him to disrobe was fairly simple, but as he contemplated disrobing in front of his son, a little difficult as well. When he rationalized that he was going to be naked in front of his son in any case, he finally hooked his fingers into the waistline of his garment and pulled down, leaving his lower half as completely naked as his top half after he kicked the pajamas off of his ankles.<br /><br />\tLazar watched his father struggle a little internally with the decision to disrobe in front of his son, the paracil&rsquo;s tail wagging behind him in undisguised interest. He loved the sight of his father, and though he only saw him naked a couple of times since the initial incident, the memories of the times when his eyes took in his father&rsquo;s naked physique were as clear as crystal in his mind. So it was that when Malchas finally stood there naked, the cub&rsquo;s muzzle smiled brilliantly, a soft purr escaping his lips as his eyes roamed over his father, knowing that his daddy had become naked for HIM. That one thought gave Lazar a thrill more than any other, and after his eyes had drunk in the wolf&rsquo;s splendor, did he begin to disrobe himself, and with no sign of hesitation. Shirt, pants, and underwear were shed in rapid succession, the cub not having really developed a sense of modesty yet, and certainly not modesty from his father&rsquo;s eyes.<br /><br />\tMalchas watched his son disappear in a flurry of activity, doing his best not to look away, lest his action be misinterpreted. He had seen his son disrobe for things like baths and changing clothes before, but this was decidedly different, and he felt as if he should look away. He felt a tingling in his belly, like the first time he had ever asked a girl to go out with him, feeling as if the whole world was taking time out to stop what they were doing and to look in on him and his son. He turned his gaze to the clothes that were being discarded on the floor, and he couldn&rsquo;t help but chuckle at what he saw; the shirt that Lazar was wearing that day was a shirt Josie had bought him, one that had the slogan, &ldquo;I Love My Daddy&rdquo; with the word &ldquo;Love&rdquo; being replaced by a Valentine&rsquo;s heart. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and he shook his head a little, straightening his face when he turned back to Lazar, who was waiting with an expectant smile on his muzzle.<br /><br />\tMalchas took in the sight of his son with a new perspective, appraising him in a new light now that the context of the situation had escalated somewhat. The wolf never had really paid attention to the particulars of Lazar&rsquo;s naked body before now, but looking over the paracil, he saw that the cub&rsquo;s white underbelly continued on down to between his thighs, where Lazar&rsquo;s juvenile sheath resided. The cub had been blessed with his father&rsquo;s physique, so it was that the sheath was nicely endowed relative to the paracil&rsquo;s current age and size, and the fur that surrounded his sheath followed the white coloration of his underbelly and appeared to be soft and inviting. Lower down Lazar&rsquo;s body rested a pair of testicles that were likewise covered in white fur, the orbs within not yet mature, but developing gradually as the cub aged. If Lazar truly took after his father in the male sense, when he finally grew up, they would serve him well.<br /><br />\tNow that both parties were completely naked, it fell to Malchas to decide where to take things next. Unfortunately, the wolf was slightly at a loss; his sheath was not quite ready to mate yet, and Lazar had no idea how to interact with a male yet, eager though he seemed to be. Or at least, Malchas thought that was the case; as soon as the wolf sat down onto the bed once again, Lazar seemed to know exactly what he wanted, as he made a beeline for his father&rsquo;s lap. The activities of the day that took place earlier soon reenacted themselves, as the young paracil soon began rubbing his muzzle to his father&rsquo;s crotch, but this time the object of his affection was not barred from him by a barrier of clothing, nor were his actions disguised in any way as they would be in public. Soft happy purrs escaped the little cub as he stroked over his father&rsquo;s sheath with his muzzle, taking in the scent that assailed his senses and soon after reaching out to rub slowly over the heavy ballsac underneath.<br /><br />\tLazar was moving by instinct, that much was clear, as his touch was unpracticed and mostly unfocused. But the boy did know a few things, and Malchas couldn&rsquo;t help but moan aloud when his son began to bring his tongue to bear, the moist length drawing slowly over his wolfhood to sample him for the first time. The sensation caused the wolf to take stock of the situation, his mind racing as events unfolded. He couldn&rsquo;t believe that his son was doing this, trying to pleasure him as he sat in his bedroom, and even more so, he couldn&rsquo;t believe that he was letting him do so without trying to stop him! In spite of his reservations, the cub was certainly having an effect on him, the wolf growing aroused as the soft tingles of pleasure began to make themselves known. Malchas placed one hand on the edge of the bed and the other between his son&rsquo;s ears, stroking there softly as his son continued to explore the expanding sheath before his eyes. In what seemed to be just a moment&rsquo;s time, the slit at the tip of the sheath parted, and the wolf&rsquo;s growing erection made itself known, the tip peeking out from its protective covering.<br /><br />\tWhen Lazar saw the first glimpse of his father&rsquo;s shaft peeking out from his sheath, the little cub&rsquo;s eyes seemed to sparkle with an even more radiant brilliance, and he focused his attention of coaxing more of the firm flesh from its home. Cuddling his body close into Malchas&rsquo;s lap, the youth placed both of his paws upon the firm sheath and began to stroke it up and down while moving his muzzle and tongue to the very tip of the wolf&rsquo;s erection, his hot breath washing over the exposed member. Almost hesitantly, the paracil placed his tongue upon the yielding yet firm flesh and gave it a lick, tasting his father&rsquo;s shaft for the first time. The cub wasn&rsquo;t sure what to expect when he sampled his father&rsquo;s flavor; it could have been that he was thrilled to have the chance at last, or it could have been that it was suitable to his palate, but in any case, Lazar purred to his father as he found the taste quite wonderful indeed. The sound of his father moaning anew only encouraged the young cub further, and soon the soft sounds of licking and suckling filled the room as Lazar nursed on his father&rsquo;s cock.<br /><br />\tMalchas half-expected to feel teeth when his son managed to fit his muzzle over the growing shaft before him, the father so surprised by the little cub&rsquo;s actions that he didn&rsquo;t think to give him any warning or instruction about it. To his surprise (and delight), the paracil&rsquo;s muzzle enveloped his tip without any sensation of teeth scraping over his sensitive flesh, letting the wolf sigh with pleasure and relief as his son explored his father&rsquo;s maleness. The little cub still managed to show his inexperience, however; in moving his muzzle over the wolf&rsquo;s shaft, several traces of drool seeped down into the wolf&rsquo;s crotch, as Lazar had not yet mastered the ability to keep his lips closed upon the flesh while sucking and licking. The little cub did his best though, his natural excitement giving him the inspiration to give the growing pink meat before him a hearty welcome. Soon, the growing dog cock was close to full prominence, and Malchas knew that at the rate the little cub was setting for himself, the wolf would soon have a full knot formed at the base of his member, and it would need to be attended to.<br /><br />\tThe wolf found to his surprise that he was enjoying the experience more than just the simple pleasure of the act would explain away; he was actually getting turned on by the situation he found himself in. There was something thrilling about participating in such a taboo act with his son, something about having the young cub&rsquo;s lips wrapped around his shaft even with his mother just down the hall, unsuspecting and only with the protection of a door to shield the act from prying eyes. He knew that if his mate ever found out, there would be an explanation that probably wouldn&rsquo;t sit well in her ears, but that potential danger was like a shot of adrenaline to his excitement. Soon, Malchas began to rock his hips slowly into Lazar&rsquo;s muzzle, his natural instincts taking over, moving delicately so as not to overtax his son, but the movements were unmistakable, and the little cub hummed in delight, sure that this was a sign that he was doing well.<br /><br />\tFor the span of what must have been about five minutes, the sounds of the cub giving head to his father could be heard in the room, the wolf growing more and more aroused by the moment as the time passed, with only soft moans and growls escaping the father, unsure of what he could say to his son, but letting the sounds of pleasure escape his lips nevertheless. In that time, his knot grew to full prominence at the base of his cock, something the cub had to deal with as his lips pressed to the bulge, but never quite managed to engulf it, the paracil being inexperienced enough to truly deep-throat his father, though he made several attempts. In truth, it didn&rsquo;t matter much, as the sensations mixed with the thrill of doing something so forbidden was quickly bringing the wolf&rsquo;s arousal to a boil, with one of his hands reaching out to stroke the back of Lazar&rsquo;s head encouragingly. Feeling that it was his duty to give his son some form of warning as to what was about to occur, Malchas voiced his state aloud to his son, his voice just a little shaky with his needful desires. &ldquo;Son&hellip;I&rsquo;m very close now&hellip;I&rsquo;m going to cum&hellip;&rdquo; he murmured, his mind hoping that Lazar didn&rsquo;t need any further explanation than that to know what was coming.<br /><br />\tLazar remembered the talks his father and mother both had with him about mating and what happened during mating, so the words that he heard his father speak were ones he had hoped to hear, wanting to see what semen looked like, to experience the sensation of his father&rsquo;s seed firsthand. His youthful body was still in the stages of immaturity, so the times when he had experimented with himself had yielded nothing but dry orgasms, his sac not yet producing what would enable him to father cubs of his own. All he could do was imagine what the flesh between his thighs would someday produce, but here and now, with his muzzle nursing at his father&rsquo;s cock, he would finally be able to see, to solve that riddle for his own curiosity and desire. The warning was enough to cause the little cub to redouble his efforts, hoping that he could force his father to produce the sticky goo that he was told about, to be able to draw the seed from his shaft as proof of his father&rsquo;s love. He reached out to stroke over his father&rsquo;s sac, caressing the orbs within, as if to will them to share their bounty with him.<br /><br />\tIf there was any moment during that time that Malchas could recall as being the catalyst for his climax, it would be that one, when his son took hold of his sac and caressed it so lovingly. In that moment, the wolf tilts his head back and moaned hotly, nearly forgetting himself and where he was, but managing to keep his sounds of pleasure mostly muted as his body responded, his climax hitting his body to send shocks of pleasure through his form, his ballsac finally clenching to force the thick wolf spunk through his cock, where it emerged from the very tip to coat his son&rsquo;s mouth and tongue with the first rich burst of sticky seed. Malchas removed his hand from his son&rsquo;s head, giving him the option to pull away if he so desired, his fatherly concern showing through even in this moment when he was filling the cub sired from his loins with the very thing that helped create him.<br /><br />\tMalchas need not have worried; the first moment that Lazar was able to sample the taste of his father&rsquo;s seed, he discovered it much to his liking, and quickly set to task with tasting more as it spurted forth from his father&rsquo;s cock, the paracil&rsquo;s mouth working to coax more cum from the tip of the spurting member as his little throat swallowed it down. The cub found that it was a little difficult to swallow properly with his mouth still full of his father&rsquo;s meat; more than a little trickled from his muzzle to drip down onto his father&rsquo;s knot as he did his best to savor what he could. Still, more than half of the bounty that Malchas shared with his son made its way past the little cub&rsquo;s throat, the wolf able to see the little adam&rsquo;s apple bob as each swallow drew more of the thick seed into his belly. Malchas kept his hips steady as he fed his son, watching in a blissful state, until his body would yield no more cum, and his son turned his swallows into soft licks, cleaning the rod in his muzzle of any excess seed, his tender touch almost worshipful as he released the cock finally and licked the underside slowly with up and down strokes of his tongue.<br /><br />\tWith the afterglow of the moment still percolating through the wolf&rsquo;s body, Malchas watched his son attend to his shaft, the organ still firm and erect before Lazar&rsquo;s muzzle. The knot at the base of his cock would not shrink, however; with the wolf failing to tie with its intended target, his body would retain the mating urge, and it would not go down for some time unless that urge was sated. This was something he neglected to tell Lazar about in the first talks about sexuality and how males work, as he felt the subject a little too off topic at the time, and was something that could be broached later on. He never suspected this turn of events, and he found himself wondering if perhaps he should have told Lazar after all. He knew, though, that he couldn&rsquo;t go back to bed with a raging hard-on that his wife somehow might find and start asking questions. One way or another, he was going to need relief, and now that he had already crossed the line of taboo, he felt that he may as well continue on this precarious path.<br /><br />\tMalchas was not the only one who was aroused by the situation; Lazar in turn had enjoyed the stimulation of his father, and as a result, now had his own erection peeking out from his sheath. Unlike his father&rsquo;s erection, however, the paracil&rsquo;s shaft was not pink, but white like the rest of the fur that covered his groin. In addition, when one observed the little cub&rsquo;s organ, it was apparent that there was perhaps some bit of feline in his ancestry; little soft barbs at the very tip of his member could be seen, the purpose of which would be to grab a potential mate&rsquo;s inner walls once inside, to both stroke and to hold. Malchas had never seen his son in a state of erection, and found the sight a little fascinating, but he didn&rsquo;t intend on feeling that bit inside of him just yet. He felt just a little guilty about what he was intending, but only just a bit; his son had already demonstrated his desire to be with his father, and Malchas was no longer worried about consent, just concerned if Lazar would come to regret the decision.<br /><br />\tLazar had closed his eyes and started feeling around his father&rsquo;s knot with soft little licks of his tongue, when he felt his father&rsquo;s hand gently pat his neck as if to get his attention. He opened his eyes and looked into the gaze of his father, who nodded to him and reached out to give him a little pat on the bum. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s good, son, that&rsquo;s really good&hellip;but that&rsquo;s only part of the way mommies and daddies play together. I&rsquo;m sure you want to know more, right?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Oh yes! Show me, daddy,&rdquo; said Lazar, whose ears had perked right up with attentiveness, the little cub now totally focused on his father, though he still found the presence of mind to keep one of his hands on his father&rsquo;s cock, always wanting to be close to that wonderful rod of flesh between his thighs.<br /><br />\t&ldquo;Well, for this next part, I want you to come and sit in my lap. Just sit there, and I&rsquo;ll show you how two males mate.&rdquo; Malchas patted his lap in emphasis, making sure that he was well-balanced on the bed before inviting his son to join him.<br /><br />\tLazar had an inkling of what his father intended, but even so, he approached the situation as if he knew nothing of the sort, crawling up into the wolf&rsquo;s lap and making room for that pole of flesh that jutted forth from between his father&rsquo;s thighs, until it soon jutted between his own legs as well. The paracil felt a curious thrill about seeing both his erection and his father&rsquo;s so close together, able to compare the two visibly while he waited for the wolf to show him more. When he felt his father&rsquo;s hands suddenly curl around his waist and lift him up a little ways, he wasn&rsquo;t sure if he had sat himself down wrong, but his fears were allayed when he heard his father&rsquo;s reassuring voice whispering into one of his ears. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry, I just need to raise you up a little bit. Soon I&rsquo;ll lower you down, and you&rsquo;ll feel something press to your rear. I&rsquo;m sure you&rsquo;ll know what that will be.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tMalchas supported his son deftly with his hands, finding making the necessary movements quite easy to get the young cub into position. He knew approximately where his target was, and was somewhat surprised himself when he found the paracil&rsquo;s tailhole on the first go. The spire of flesh between his thighs found a little purchase as the tip of his dog cock nestled to the tight pucker of his son, but he hesitated, not wanting to surprise his son with what was to come. &ldquo;Now, this may feel a little tight at first&hellip;and it may even sting a little. Sometimes mommies and daddies do this too, but it can be a little difficult for a while. Just let me know if you want me to stop.&rdquo; The wolf knew that it might be a little rough, but he was hoping that the spit and polish he received earlier would be enough to ease the passage a bit. He remembered how it was when he experimented before; doubtless lube would probably be helpful at this juncture, but he had to make due with what he had. &ldquo;Now, here we go&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />\tLazar heard his father&rsquo;s words, and though they did make him just a little nervous, they could not dissuade his desire for his father, for this very moment. He steeled himself for that moment of entry, felt the pressure of the cocktip trying to force its way inside of that virgin tunnel&hellip;but after a while, it stopped. He then heard his father&rsquo;s words once again, murmuring into his ear as he was held aloft by those caring hands. &ldquo;Relax, son&hellip;it will be more uncomfortable if you clench up like that. The more relaxed you are, the better it will be.&rdquo; The calming tone of those words, along with their meaning, helped to put the young cub at ease, though it took a little while longer for Lazar to actually reach a relaxed state, trusting in his father completely as the moment of truth was upon them. With his mind at ease, the inner muscles of his sphincter relented and the barrier of that tight ring was eased enough that the gentle pressure of that insistent cocktip began to make headway, the flesh of the dog cock slipping inside slowly, spreading the paracil around the thick spire that invaded him in a moment that Lazar would remember forever.<br /><br />\tThe sensations that both father and son felt were decidedly different; Malchas experienced a tightness that gave his throbbing member a new sense of excitement, while Lazar gasped as the sensation of being filled gradually increased, a sense of discomfort mingling with a thrill of completeness. However, both furs were united in the act, in the purpose, and though Malchas&rsquo;s concern grew with the further he managed to sink his member into his son&rsquo;s tunnel, Lazar never asked for his father to stop, never whimpered a cry of pain or struggled with his guardian to escape. The progress was almost torturously slow, but soon the little cub found his tailhole find purchase against the knot that signaled the base of his father&rsquo;s shaft, the slow movements ceasing as Malchas gave his son the time he needed to adjust to the feeling of having his father&rsquo;s cock so deeply inside of him.<br /><br />\tThe two stayed together in that state for several moments, Malchas&rsquo;s ears extended towards his son to try and catch any signs that would tell him not to continue, while Lazar pressed his hand to his belly as if to try and feel that thick shaft that was inside of him, unbelieving at how deeply it sank into him. Almost as if by reflex, Lazar&rsquo;s tail curled around behind him and hugged his father around his waist, the soft fur brushing against the older male in a way that assured Malchas that it was time to continue. The hands around the little paracil found firm purchase at the small waist, and lifted him up slowly, the wolf gritting his teeth a little as the tightness of the surrounding flesh caused such an exquisite feeling of pleasure to surge through him. It also made the little cub tingle as the resulting movements lessened the pressure, but felt so foreign to him. The sensation quickly changed gears, as it wasn&rsquo;t but a moment before that same feeling of relief changed to that of feeling full once more, the shaft slipping back home as the wolf&rsquo;s hands lowered him back down onto his lap. Unlike the first time when he felt the knot signal the end of the journey, Lazar felt the up and down motions continue, a feeling of pleasure coming over him as the cocktip managed to find the prostate and massage it with each forward thrust.<br /><br />\tMalchas soon found his worries about his son easing away as the task before him became easier, the tightness of his little cub causing the pleasure to make its way through his body, and a new release of pre to help coat the inner walls that he penetrated with growing need. He heard his cub whimper after a moment, but the wolf didn&rsquo;t stop; the whimper was clearly one of enjoyment, the sound of soft purrs and groans accompanying it not long after. For the first time, the father could enjoy the moment, could behave as a mate and not as a father, and with his confidence growing, Malchas began to use his hips as well, thrusting upwards to meet his son&rsquo;s ass while his hands guided the cub onto his fleshy pole, keeping the movements steady and sure. Each time his swollen knot pressed to the tailhole insistently, he found himself tempted to sink himself in fully, but for the moment, he resisted, the mating lust only a fraction of what it could be, and still having his son&rsquo;s enjoyment first and foremost.<br /><br />\tLazar found that his father had him well in hand at that point, the little cub unable to do much except enjoy the ride and bask in pleasure such that he had never known before. Each time the tip of the shaft rubbed against his prostate, he let out a little moan of delight, his hands reaching back behind him in an effort to hold onto his daddy, but only with modest success; every so often a firm thrust would shake loose his hold, leaving him groping for another handhold, or sometimes moving a hand to his belly to try and feel the shaft&rsquo;s progress as it penetrated him over and over. The little cub&rsquo;s head was swimming, both with the pleasure that permeated his little form, and the euphoria that came with the knowledge that it was his father that was doing this, that was taking him with that beautiful length of flesh between his thighs, the one that had created him in his mother&rsquo;s womb. He could feel the heat of pleasure building steadily, and never having experienced such a feeling before, he could do little more but moan and groan, each thrust causing the little cub&rsquo;s arousal to spike closer and closer to a peak.<br /><br />\tAs the pleasure rose to a fever pitch within the paracil, Lazar leaned back into the chest of his father, finding the bucking and the thrusting that he experienced still speeding up gradually. He could no longer maintain any sort of hold, finding himself largely helpless to the mating he was experiencing, and it was at that moment that it all came together within the young cub, the culmination of his father&rsquo;s lust and his own. Unable to help himself, Lazar cried out, a sound of pure joy that was partially muffled by his gasps for air. Fortunately, the sound was somewhat strained, and nowhere near as loud as it could have been, and the room&rsquo;s walls were more than capable of absorbing the sound before it could reach the room of his slumbering mother. The cry heralded an explosion of pleasure within Lazar, and though his body was still immature, his little form still knew the power of an orgasm. Lazar&rsquo;s own cock throbbed in the open air, with a knot now formed at the very base, inherited from his father&rsquo;s lineage. It could not yield cum yet, but it pulsed and throbbed as if it could, and as it did, Lazar came to know the afterglow of pleasure that comes with it, but not the sense of exhaustion. A fortunate occurrence, as Malchas continued to thrust into the young cub, his own lusts far from sated.<br /><br />\tThe wolf had heard the cry of pleasure and recognized it for what it was, and was only concerned for a moment whether it had been heard. He never stopped thrusting, however, not even for a moment, knowing that he had to tie with his son and feel relief before he could think of returning to his own bed. And he was also beginning to feel the pleasure build, though at a slower clip than his son. Although he would not admit it to himself, he had begun to want to see this out to its conclusion not for his son&rsquo;s sake, but for his own. This was a sort of pleasure he had not anticipated, and it was affecting him physically as well as mentally. Now that he was so deep into the act, he realized that he was his son&rsquo;s first, a fact that nothing could change or take away, and that realization triggered something within the wolf, a primal need of both desire and domination. His movements sped up as he bounced his son onto his cock, and although he was still holding himself back, now it was to wait for the opportune moment to ram his knot home and tie himself with his son.<br /><br />\tWith the pleasure still throbbing within Lazar&rsquo;s body, he was given no time to recover from the assault on his little form as the sensations continued, his prostate being rubbed again and again from within, his small form at the mercy of the larger, lustful wolf. The love that Lazar had for his father swelled in his breast, an emotion deeper than the arousal he felt at that moment, and though he could not hug his father in the position he was in, he was still in the happiest place he could imagine. All the feelings he felt, both mental and physical, continued to build, until he felt another climax atop the first, the pleasure spiking once again and causing the cub to moan out once again, a little more weakly than the first time, his body starting to feel the strain of feeling so much pleasure all at one time. He was in such a state of bliss that he nearly missed the feeling of being filled with his father&rsquo;s knot entirely, the wolf choosing that moment to drive his bulging flesh into his son. It caused the cub to vent a soft little eep through his muzzle, but the pleasure and adrenaline combined overwhelmed any feelings of pain that Lazar would have felt at that moment.<br /><br />\tMalchas felt his son become a little more limp in his arms with the second explosion of release he had, and he knew the time was right. He thrust his hips forward just as he sank his son&rsquo;s body onto his cock, and the sensation of tightness increased as that knot of flesh penetrated his son&rsquo;s tailhole, the anal ring swallowing up his swollen base as if it belonged there. He was tied with his son at last, and the feeling felt exquisite, so much so that the lust that the wolf was feeling was instantly redoubled upon itself. It was no longer just the need for release that drove the wolf; it was lust, it was need, it was the desire to fuck his little boy and claim him as his mate. With that newfound desire, having Lazar in his lap just wasn&rsquo;t enough anymore, and with a rejuvenated will, he shifted his body with the cub in tow, until the paracil was pinned down onto the bed in a dazed state with his father atop him, his hips still plowing away to ravage the cub in a way that Lazar had never dreamed of. The little cub cried out in surprise and delight, but now that the wolf was on top, those cries were partially muffled by the mattress and the pillows that resided on it, ensuring that as loud as he might become, it would not be enough to wake the cub&rsquo;s mother.<br /><br />\tMalchas had fallen into a true mating rut, his mind fogged with pure, unbridled desire and need. He had never thought to explain the state that some furs found themselves in when the mating urge took hold; how do you explain that sort of feeling to a cub? In the very back of his mind, he hoped that Lazar would understand, but even that faint worry was only there for an instant before it was overwhelmed by other feelings that demanded to be sated. He found himself speaking words he would have never dreamed he would utter to his son, the previous tenderness he showed his son giving way to the words of a beast intent on slaking his lust with one already under his power. &ldquo;Feels good, doesn&rsquo;t it&hellip;mmmm&hellip;your ass is mine, little cub&hellip;I&rsquo;m going to fuck you until you&rsquo;re too weak to move&hellip;&rdquo; Malchas didn&rsquo;t mince words; his body was relentless, his hips pounding away against his son&rsquo;s hindquarters, his thrusts forced to be short by necessity, but with his knot firmly embedded in his son&rsquo;s tailring, it was still pure heaven.<br /><br />\tIf Lazar thought he was at the mercy of his father before, he was given a healthy dose of reality when his body was handled like a rag doll to be mounted and taken in such a ruthless manner. Or rather, it would have occurred to him, if his mind had any room for anything other than the waves of pleasure that washed over him continuously. His father&rsquo;s words made their way into his mind, but he couldn&rsquo;t fully understand them, nor could he reply; it was an effort for him just to breathe through the moans and gasps he uttered as he was penetrated over and over. It was only a short manner of time before the next climax hit him, and hit him hard, the bursts of pleasure making stars appear before his eyes as his little form strained to produce cum that wasn&rsquo;t there, the cub&rsquo;s erect cock trapped under his form as he was bounced against the mattress over and over. It seemed like this climax wasn&rsquo;t yet finished travelling through his body before another hit, not giving Lazar time enough to come down from his high. The cub&rsquo;s eyes began to glaze over as any sort of coherent thought began to vanish from his mind, unable to brace himself in the slightest as the ravishing of his body continued.<br /><br />\tMalchas no longer had to keep his hands on the cub&rsquo;s hips as he thrusted into his son&rsquo;s tailhole; using his weight to supply all the momentum he would need, he instead slid his hands across his son&rsquo;s back and shoulders, using them to pin down Lazar&rsquo;s front against the bed, mounting his boy with his tongue lolling from his muzzle in pure delight. He could feel that sweet, sweet relief coming hard and fast, the pleasure and arousal of the moment finally building towards a peak that he would welcome with open arms. As he pinned his son down, he discovered no resistance whatsoever; Lazar&rsquo;s body was as limp as a puppet, with the only signs that the cub was still aware of anything at all being the soft and weak moans that escaped his muzzle. &ldquo;Mmmph&hellip;mmmmm&hellip;aaaahhh,&rdquo; the little paracil gasped out, his mind somewhere far away, and though it probably would not register in Lazar&rsquo;s mind, his father spoke to him one again, his voice laced with a powerful desire, a note of pure hunger filling his words. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right&hellip;moan for your daddy&hellip;you&rsquo;re my little fucktoy now&hellip;&rdquo; The wolf growled to his son in a feral tone, his words devolving into grunts and huffs as he could the moment arriving, the only thing in his mind now being the release of his bountiful seed into the tight passage before him.<br /><br />\tLazar was so far gone into the haze of pleasure that he couldn&rsquo;t even imagine the fierce and passionate mating could come to a conclusion, his body warm and tingling in a constant state of orgasm now, the spikes of pleasure coming one on top of the other, giving the little cub no chance to recover. The bed creaked and squeaked with protest as the wolf slammed into his son&rsquo;s rear relentlessly, determined to reach that peak that by now was all but unavoidable, the lupine bracing himself as he felt the pleasure approach that crescendo, that plateau that he sought with all his being, and gritting his teeth intensely so as to avoid howling aloud his triumph, Malchas finally achieved that moment of pleasure that sent his senses soaring. His hands pinned his son down to the bed firmly, his hips arching forward to hilt himself completely in the young cub as his balls clenched tightly, forcing the thick, rich load through that throbbing rod of flesh to finally emerge from the cumslit at the very tip, the first burst of seed geysering to freshly coat Lazar&rsquo;s abused tunnel with a warmth unlike anything he had ever known before. Somehow, through the haze of pleasure that filled his senses, the young cub realized what was happening, what his father was filling him with, and that knowledge sent him on yet another pleasure-filled journey, little tremors of unabated release wracking his body once more.<br /><br />\tMalchas was in rapture as he flooded his son&rsquo;s belly with spurt after spurt of the thick seed he had stored away, each jet of sticky cum making its way into Lazar with as much force as the first, his knot ensuring that the spunk he was unloading from his body would remain inside the young paracil. Only occasional reflexive thrusts escaped the wolf, his body twitching slightly along with that of his son, the instincts of the lupine telling him to empty as much of his wolf semen into his captive mate as he could. Slowly, the full sac between the wolf&rsquo;s legs began to shrink, the reserves gradually draining as more and more was pumped into the cub, the fluids gathering somewhat to actually make the paracil&rsquo;s belly swell slightly as a result of not being able to escape from his plugged opening. Lazar felt the sensation of being filled increase in the back of his mind, but in truth, after his last climax, he was dead to the world, his mind overloaded with pleasure, his body limp except for the sounds of ragged breaths and the occasional moan.<br /><br />\tThe moment seemed to last forever, until at last, the wolf felt that he had nothing more to give, and he collapsed to the side of his son, turning him slightly on his side so as not to crush him under the larger male&rsquo;s weight. Exhaustion filled Malchas, a deep satisfying exhaustion that came with the aftermath of mating, and as he came down from the mating lust that was induced in him, he had time to consider the ramifications of this act. He knew that things would be forever changed in the household, but somehow, this didn&rsquo;t bother him as much as it would have earlier. He was also proud of his son for handling the act the way he did, with no signs of complaints or pain that the father was dreading. It was something that most adults in his place might have handled with somewhat less decorum or dignity. As he mulled over what was to be, he found himself fighting the urge to sleep, knowing that he could not get caught tied to his son in this manner, lest the late night tryst become a real problem. He had to wait for his knot to shrink enough so that he could extract himself, and that would take a while. He lightly stroked over his son, seeing the trembling, moaning state his son was in, and a part of him took a secret thrill in that, at seeing what his feral lusts could do to the young cub if unchecked.<br /><br />\tAfter a while, the tremors of Lazar faded, and the cub just lay there, trying to comprehend what had just happened, his mind going in circles as it fought to swim though the lingering aftershocks and haze of pleasure. He didn&rsquo;t want to move, didn&rsquo;t dare move, a part of him dreading the prospect that this moment he had waited for so long was merely just a dream. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his eyes staring out into open space, feeling the touch of his father caressing him in a way that the cub knew was now more than just the love of a parent. He could feel that pressure inside of his tailring lessen gradually, the knot inside him shrinking, glad for that gradual relief, though a part of him also missed the sensation of feeling so full. He couldn&rsquo;t see his father move then, but he could feel the shifting of the mattress, the subtle change in position as the wolf leaned close and whispered into his ear, &ldquo;Now, this will just be our little secret, Lazar&hellip;just between you and me. Promise me, and I will make an effort to spend more time with you, together. OK, son?&rdquo;<br /><br />\t&nbsp;&nbsp;Malchas spoke those words to his son with a slight chill running down his spine; he had forgotten to make sure that Lazar wouldn&rsquo;t talk about what happened, and if his son didn&rsquo;t agree to keep things private, it would be potentially disastrous. He also didn&rsquo;t know if his son would understand his words in his current state, the paracil being as thoroughly exhausted as he was. That chill dissipated the moment he heard his cub reply, although somewhat weakly to him: &ldquo;Yes, daddy&hellip;I promise, daddy&hellip;&rdquo; Malchas could see the little cub attempt to raise his head to look at his father, but the lateness of the hour coupled with the evening&rsquo;s vigorous activities made it more comfortable for the cub to just rest his head against the mattress and close his eyes.<br /><br />\tA little more time passed, with the wolf cuddling his son close, before he felt it was time to remove his spent cock from the cub&rsquo;s rear, and gently so as to avoid overstimulation of both himself and his son, he eased his flesh from the abused passage, one inch at a time. Malchas was aware that the possibility of leakage onto the bedding would likely warrant an explanation, but the wolf turned his body as he exited his son, placing Lazar on his front so that the fluids wouldn&rsquo;t immediately seep out. Once he was free, he leaped off of the bed and quickly grabbed some tissues that were in the corner of the room, placed there after the cub had a cold that caused him to sniffle and sneeze uncomfortably. He returned to the bed and placed a few underneath Lazar&rsquo;s tail to make sure to collect what they could, while wiping off his own cock quickly to avoid drippage. When he was reasonably sure that the evidence would not be present in the morning, he leaned close to kiss his son goodnight, only to see that the youth was already fast asleep. With a soft chuckle, Malchas kissed his son goodnight anyways, then opened the bedroom door after collecting his clothing to make his way to the bathroom to dispose of the remaining tissues, confident that by the time he was back in his own room, his already retreating cock would be back home in his sheath.<br /><br />\tLater, after the wolf had returned to his bedroom, he slipped under the covers next to his mate Josie, pleased to discover she had slept through the whole incident. Now, at long last, he could drift off to slumber, the evening&rsquo;s activities quickly catching up to him as he let sweet oblivion wash over him, letting dreams of the mating with his son replay themselves once more for his enjoyment. <br /><br /></span>",
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