Author's Note

Here we are! New chapter. Sorry it took me so long. A lot's been happening and I'm still looking for a job. Also, as promised, there's clop in this chapter but this is a crucial chapter so skipping because of a scene of sex in it would not be wise.

A new beginning

The soft orange glow of the funeral pyres give the night a foreboding air that I can't help but gaze at from my window. I tear my eyes from the haunting sight and strip off what was left of my old clothes. Good thing I usually slept with nothing on, because the sorry excuse for clothing ripped off me at the slightest touch. I absentmindedly trace the large scar across my chest the schweine captain left me with. My transformation back seemed to give quite the regenerative properties as most of the other cuts I suffered didn't even bare scars.

I perk up a bit as I hear my door creak open revealing a bewitching Little Strongheart wearing a white, near see-through, negligee that lays perfectly atop her form, pronouncing her breasts and hips just the right amount. The fabric stops at her hips just showing off the bottom of her most intimate of places. My cheeks heat up and a certain part of me begins to rise, barely giving me time to attempt to cover my shame.

"Y-your mother was kind enough to give me something to sleep in." she shyly states.

I could almost feel the embarrassment from both of us in the small room as I searched my brain for the correct response.
"I see..." I reply before mentally face-palming.
Little Strongheart enters my room and slowly shuts the door before making her way to me. I know what the intent is but having to know that this is what she wants. As she starts to lean in for a kiss I gently stop her.
"You don't have to do this, you know." I whisper, looking into her eyes as my heart thumps from the heat of the moment, searching for any hint of reservations. "I mean, you don't have to do something you're uncomfortable with."
She just returns my gaze softly before a small smile comes to her lips. She gently pulls my arms away and she tenderly brings her lips over mine.
Time seemed to freeze and them melt as I enjoy the embrace of her lips. My hands tentatively wander around her body, tracing her form and confirming that this was not an illusion. As I feel her delicate hands explore my form I become more bold and run my hands across her back and stomach while deepening the kiss hungrily. Our tongues dance for dominance as our hands memorize each others bodies.
My hand brushes across her breasts causing a small moan to echo from her. She lightly pulls away before taking off the one piece of clothing she has.
Even though there was little veiling it from my eyes before, her now fully nude form only fuels my boldness as well as my lust. Little Strongheart's smile was now one of sultry temptation, her eyes half-lidded and her nipples at attention. She guides my hand, once more to her left mound and moans as I fondle it gently, yet firmly. I give her another deep, hungry kiss muffling her moans before trailing my tongue down her jaw and neck.
I nibble her collarbone and tweak her nipple as my left hand squeezes and massages her ass. Little Strongheart gives a slight scream of ecstasy and holds my head there before lightly encouraging me to go further. I complied and went to her lonely breast, giving the nipple a gentle bite before suckling with vigor.
Little Strongheart pushes me away with a gasp and pulls my face into hers as she takes initiative , hungrily kissing me , moving her tongue to trace all over my mouth. She also pushes me as she tries to go even deeper, until be both fall onto my bead.
I relent and let her have her way while my mind still reels at the current situation. I just met Little Strongheart and was meant to take her as my first mare, my wife. I may have saved her life but I highly doubt that alone is making her go after me like this. Before, I can think any more, however, I feel her hand running along my already hard phallus and only one thing came to my mind: fuck it.
I begin fighting back in the kiss for supremacy much to her delight, if her growling into our union and pumping my rod was anything to go by. I give a lust fueled growl of my own as one of my hands goes toward her honeypot. I brush a thumb against her hood and get a moan of pleasure. Her moves become more sloppy as she tried to pay more attention to my head. I begin lightly pinching her head and she pulls away from the kiss with a deep moan of pleasure.
"Please, fuck me." she says looking into my eyes, "Make me yours!"
I smile before guiding my tool to her box and push it in. She sinks herself onto my poll until our pelvises meet and she shivers and coos. She hugs my head and tries to calm her shallow breathing.
"Are you alright?"
She doesn't answer but slowly grinds against my hips. I grit my teeth as I feel every inner groove gripping my penis. I look into her eyes and see tears trying to fall.
"I'm sorry, I didn't wait." she says as the first tears finally fall.
Though confused, I bring my hand to her cheek which she weakly nuzzles. This beautiful woman-er, cow-is dwelling on something, something painful. I pull her forehead to mine and gently try moving. She gasps and holds me tighter as I slowly bounce her up and down and massage her flanks with my palms and my fingers slightly sinking into the fat of her ass.
Little Strongheart brings her mouth to mine and hungrily kisses my lips, pulling and nibbling on my bottom lip. I gladly return her affection and thrust into her with more vigor. Our sadness can wait, for now all we need is to sate our lust.
She places her hands on my chest, pushing me away, and bounces energetically on my pole. She bites her lower lip and digs her fingers into my pecs before a loud scream of lust forces its way out of her. She erratically spasms and her inner walls clamp onto my meat rhythmically, milking me for all I'm worth. I felt a build up in my loins and I shivered.
"Strongheart! I'm--"
Little Strongheart hungrily latches her lips onto mine before I could finish and I couldn't hold myself back. My hips pushed into her, hilting and shooting my essence into her. Her lower cervix hungrily takes my seed and the two of us breathe out satisfied moans she falls onto my chest, exhausted.
"Wow..." I say with a tired chuckle.
Little Strongheart just stays on my chest, running her fingers along my chest and abs. She slowly looks into my eyes with her wet from tears.
"I'm sorry." she says quietly.
I raise an eyebrow and look at her in confusion.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I didn't wait..." she replies burying her face in my chest and weakly holding onto me.
I just give a small smile before kissing the top of her head. I don't care if I'm not her first, why would I? We stay like that for a few minutes; she just holds onto me as I pet her mane soothingly. I listen as her breathing starts getting a bit more relaxed and even.
I continue running my fingers through Little Strongheart's mane as slumber gently welcomes me to its embrace, or it would, until a knock was at my door. I softly roll the slumbering beauty off me, trying not to wake her up, and answer my door.
"The city isn't safe anymore, my son." says my mother as my door opens a crack.
I don't answer her. I know the world has changed from what I knew, or maybe my eyes have just been opened to the true evil that has always been here.
"The survivors are preparing a caravan and your kin are waiting for you and you bride." mother said distantly before giving me my newer clothes as well as a white dress. "Here, Cody, please get you both dressed and come downstairs."
My mother walked away before anything more could be said and I slowly close my door and lean my forehead against the familiar oak entryway. I know I need to leave, there was no way that I could stay here safely on my own, let alone with a new wife. With a sigh, any energy I had seemed to drain away once more. This day has been Tartarus on equis and now, it's forcing me away from my home...I'm so damned tired. Once more, tears began to pool in my eyes before I feel a soft touch on my back. I didn't move away, so the arms of my new lover wraps around me resting her forehead against my back and the dam, once again, brakes.
Little Strongheart holds me securely as a few tears fall to the floor. I place my hand on hers and give her a thankful squeeze before I get away from the wall and hand her the dress my mother included with the clothes. She smiles and puts on the panties I never realized she was wearing before we made love. I let her get dressed as I put on my leggings, sheathing my knife and hatchet in separate slings, and put on my hide tunic only to be surprised when a crystal jewel on a leather, braided necklace. I pick up the gem and it slowly glows as a song starts playing.
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I can hear my mother singing along with the song as Strongheart and I came down the stairs. The door leading out of the house was open and through it, the melodious voices of my mother and the woman in the crystal create a sad waltz of mourning. We slowly make our way out the door, almost entranced by the depressing duet. There was my mother singing the song as the as my father's pyre burned. There were Canids also gathered in various stages of respect and mourning. Surprisingly, there was a thestral there as well, the one that you saved. Her eyes glistened from her sorrow. I stand in the glow of the fire, Strongheart holding onto my arm trying to soothe me.
My mother turned to face me and came to me, letting the other woman carry on solo. She takes the crystal from my hand and looks into it before asking for me to kneel down. I stoically drop to my knees and she drapes the necklace over my head with a sorrowful smile on her face.
"This was mine. It marked me as the elder of our clan and was passed from generations back, ever since the fall of the human empire. I give it to you, my son, with my blessing that you will make yourself a strong clan and that your pack will fall all your enemies with the swift fury of the old kings and gods."
The Canids howl in acceptance as I rise looking in my mother's eyes for anything she wasn't telling me. She returns my gaze with her defiant eyes. I finally nod my head and look at the crowd of my kin. They look back at me, many in a stoic respect, many more in the acceptance of a warrior. I summon a small amount of whatever it was that came over me during the battle and let loose a howl, which the others join in on.
Little Strongheart and I join with the group of Canids packing wagons full of treasured belongings that survived the earlier attack. The female thestral approaches me with a sad smile. She is wearing a black dress that hugs her form tightly. Strongheart urges me to go talk to her and resumes packing up the wagon.
"I am sorry...about your father." she says, looking at the ground.
"He will be missed," I reply looking at her with a soft smile, "but he is with the ancestors now."
The thestral tentatively looks at me with a smile of her own and, what looked like, a slight color to her cheeks.
"Thank you for saving he, by the way. If that monster had his way, I'd be dead...or worse."
I nod my head knowing the truth to her words. Evil will do anything to dirty good. My hand clenches into a fist, cracking my knuckles. The mare gently places a hand over my balled fist, gently trying to relax it.
"Those beasts rot in Tartarus now. May the demons perforate them with a gilded codpiece." I said with venom dripping in my words.
The Thestral takes my hand between hers and brings it to her cheek before nuzzling it soothingly. I look to her, a question hanging within my gaze until she gently licks at the top of my fist drawing a slight blush to my cheeks. Before anything else could be said, she slowly walked away to, what I expect was, her cart. I just watched her leave, watching her hips sway without realizing it.
"Enjoying the view?" comes a teasing and very familiar voice.
I turn and see Little Strongheart looking at me with a seductive smirk and her arms crossed. I just clear my throat and go to the caravan. I heft a waiting package into the back of it and she giggles before doing to the same.
"I wasn't looking at anything." I lie before tying the last bundle to the last cart and giving it a few pats.
"Oh, come on," Strongheart groans, "it's normal for a guy to enjoy a cute mare like her."
I just give a huff as I climb onto the back and hold my hand toward her. She sighs a bit and takes it so she can join me.
"I already have someone beautiful." I say as the caravan train makes its way to the edge of the villae.
"That's sweet but one mate does not make a tribe." she replies, watching my face.
The wagons all finally connect themselves and I look back to see my mother approaching the cart. I hold out my hand but she just looks at me sadly.
"My son," she says, "I must stay here. The earth and the fire must claim me."
I can't say anything. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes and the pain of my heart cry out. She gently pushes my hand away and nods to the caravan driver before looking at me, tears freely flowing.
"Walk stron, my boy, and know the wolves will be your fangs. Let the birds be your wings and the beats be your strength." she pauses as the caravan begins leaving. "And when yours sorrows become a river, let the fish be your raft and my love be your shelter.
My mother walks towards the pyre of my father and I can't do anything as she lets herself alight. I howl in pain as Little Strongheart holds me. My tears flow freely as I mourn. I hear my brothers howl in anguish with me and the very animals surrounding our slowly shrinking city wail in despair all their own. The earth knows I lost my mother and weeps for my lost innocence.