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A new story from Furry Pleasures - http://www.kd.qd.se/~albrecht
(C) 1997 Jason Palmer
Author's Note: Alrighty, I'm writing another one of my 'tender' stories, since you all seemed to like "Blue-Eyed Diamond" so much. I origionally wrote this story out by hand... took me twenty six notebook pages, and a week of sitting down when I had freetime. You judge for yourself if it's more than just porn. :) Drop me a line and tell me what you think. Hmmm...I believe this is my longest story to date. 4/16/97
"The Butterfly"
by The NightCat (nightkat@hotmail.com)
Merrin raised his paws over the little green potted plant sitting on the wooden table. He spread his fingers, and began to whisper the words of the spell he was practicing. He felt the magical force building within him, and it tingled slightly, as magic always did. It started in his chest, and worked its way down to the pit of his stomach. He braced himself, and spoke faster, incanting the forces of life, health and growth. The power radiated through his arms until it reached his fingertips. Whispering frantically, he pictured the result-- expecting the magic to leap from his fingers and make the plant grow. Nothing happened.
He sighed and closed his eyes, letting the energy dissapate. The disappointed squirrel sat down in his wooden chair, and wondered what was wrong with himself. He used to think he was doing something wrong, but he had practiced countless times, and obeyed all of his teacher's instructions. He was past worrying about his technique, and began to question his skill.
He apired to someday become a high-mage, but he couldn't even cast a beginner's gardening spell!
Leaning back in his chair, he idly toyed with the waistband of his cloth pants, until he caught himself, and quickly pulled his hand away. He was a young squirrelman, just barely coming of age. He was very athletic, like a runner, or a climber. His slender, agile body was covered in soft grey fur, save a white patch which ran from his chest down to his inner thighs. He could have been an athlete, and competed with the tree-runners, but his parents had sent him to wizard school, to learn under Darric, one of the younger high-mages. He was always fascinated with magic, and he admired the wizards of his village.
He was an apprentice to Darric, one of the kindest foxes he had ever met. When his parents had sent him away, Darric took him in, and cared for him like a father, giving him food, shelter, and disciplining him in the ways of his craft.
Merrin had grown to admire Darric greatly, not only because of his ability to cast many powerful spells, but also because he was kind of heart, and managed to keep himself in wonderful physical shape. He was older than Merrin, at perhaps twenty eight or twenty nine cycles, but his body was strong and agile, still in its prime. His fur was a beautiful dark red color, with flecks of black in it. At his forearms the fur turned black, and seemed to 'glove' his hands.
Merrin curled his long, fluffy tail around his waist, laying it across his lap. He groomed it absently while he silently despaired over his failure. It was terribly frustrating. Darric had overseen his practicing for months. He could feel the magic force within him, waiting to burst out, but he simply could not manifest it.
He tried hard to concentrate on his studies, but his thoughts tended to distract him sometimes, when his mind would wander into dark areas, into things he knew were wrong. But he doubted that was the sole problem though, certainly not that, because he always chided himself, and redoubled his efforts to concentrate on his work.
"Merrin." A voice from a doorway in the wooden room. The doorway was built into one wall, leading to a small corridor, where the wizard's sleeping quarters were. Merrin looked up with his bright hazel eyes.
"Yes, sir?" he responded. He immediately recognized the voice of his master. The wizard had gone into his bedroom almost two hours ago, having set him to work, to practice.
"How are you coming along?" asked the high-mage, striding casually into the room. He, unlike the other wizards, did not wear the long, flowing robes that seemed so common to the profession. In fact, he left his upper body bare, exposing his strong, lightly muscled chest and arms. A necklace hung around his neck, a simple silver chain that he claimed was a very powerful relic.
He wore white pants which came down to his bare ankles, and, although Merrin had never touched the fabric, he believed it was extremely soft. He also wore sandals on his black-furred feet, with straps that wound up his ankles, and disappeared under the legs of his pants.
Merrin wanted to smile as he looked over his teacher. He wanted to find comfort in the familiar shape of his body, but his sadness overwhelmed him. He also felt a pang of shame as an image flashed through his mind, a forbidden thought that he banished quickly. It often came to him when he looked at his master, but he dared not indulge himself in such things.
He sighed, and spoke, the pain audible in his voice. "I can't make my spells work, no matter how much I try."
Darric frowned for just a moment, and then the expression faded into one of interest and compassion. His clever vulpine eyes glistened slightly in the light, alive with thought and concern. "Have you been doing everything I taught you?"
Merrin nodded. "Yes, master Darric, I remember every word you've told me."
Sounding intensely thoughtful, Darric queried, "Are you remaining balanced on the inside and outside, as we discussed yesterday?"
It was almost too much for Merrin. "Yes, I've followed everything you've taught me," he said. He cherished every word his teacher spoke, but none of it helped him. Failing at his craft brought it's own pain, but Darric had begun to question his very devotion, and this cut him deely in comparison to everything else. Despair washed over his heart like a cold wave of icy water that somehow seemed to burn him.
Darric, however, did not seem displeased, or even upset. Merrin knew he was incredibly understanding. "I-I'm sorry, master Darric. I am a f-failure..." he stammered, and looked down. Resting his face in his hands, he trembled slightly, trying to shut out the whole world.
Suddenly he felt a light touch on his shoulders, something warm and comforting. Darric was massaging him gently. "It is alright," he spoke softly. "Do you think every mage starts out forming all of their spells perfectly?"
Merrin shook his head, not looking up. "But-- but I can't do -anything-... not even a plant-growth visualization. I've been trying for months!" He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, and, although he fought them, they came anyway. The paws on his shoulders felt so wonderful and soothing, especially considering how rarely his teacher touched him. This just added to his shame, however. He had failed, -was- a failure, and his master still understood, and cared for him. It made him feel unworthy, and very small.
"It is alright, my young apprentice. Don't despair. I know what you're going through," said Darric. He placed one hand on Merrin's head, and lightly stroked over an ear.
Merrin was surprised at the caress, and for a moment he stopped crying. He lifted his head slightly. "You... d-do?" he asked. "But master D-Darric, you are powerful, and successful."
"Stand up, please," Darric said softly. "And turn around to face me."
Slowly Merrin obeyed, getting up slowly, and turning around. He could not meet the wizard's gaze, so he simply stared at the floor. For a long moment, perhaps a minute, there was complete silence. Merrin studied the floor, the legs of the chair in front of him, and then his master's feet, and how they fit into the sandals he wore. Darric's feet were black, just like his hands, and Merrin guessed the red fur turned dark at mid-calf, just as they did on his forearms. Then suddenly one foot moved, sliding the chair out from between them.
Merrin looked up at Darric's chest, but was still unable to make eye contact. His teacher spoke softly, with his deep, knowing voice, his eternal understanding. "Come here, child of magic, and open your heart to me." He extended his arms.
Merrin looked up and, as his gaze met Darric's for just a moment, those kind, beautiful eyes, he burst into tears. He took the invitation, and slid into his teacher's embrace-- something he had never done before, but something he desperately needed. He could no longer hold his pain inside, and he cried as Darric held him, feeling deeply ashamed, especially at how gracious the fox had been to him, ever since they had met. It seemed as though everything was crashing down on him.
Darric was taller than he was by about two hand-heights. Merrin rested his nose against the soft fur of the mage's bare chest, and sobbed. He cried because he was a failure, cried for all of the time he felt was wasted, cried because his master was so understanding, cried because he felt he was undeserving of it all. His arms came around Darric's waist, and he felt the teacher hug him back. The entire time Darric whispered, "It's alright, let it out, Merrin... let it all out..."
After some time, Merrin's sobs faded into an occasional sniffle, or a little gasp. "I'm suh-so s-sorry," he managed. A finger pressed under his chin lightly, lifting his muzzle, until his gaze met with the wizard's. Darric had such kind, warm eyes. They were crystal blue, with flecks of green.
"I know what you have been going through lately. I know what has been distracting you from your magic."
In the silence between his sobs, while his teacher spoke, he began to realize just what was happening. He was pressed up against his master's bare chest, embracing him, close enough to feel the fox's warm breath on his lips as he spoke.
He realized he had been spoken to. "Distracting me, sir?" he asked feebly.
It felt good to be so close to him, but as he was becoming more aware of it, he started to feel nervous. How many times had he longed to hug his master in greeting when he came back from a long trip? How many times had he wanted to snuggle up to him by the fireplace when the nights were cold, while he instead lay alone in his bed, homesick for Darric's presence? He did not know how many times, but he realized they were all being answered in one subtle moment of trust and closeness.
Darric spoke even more softly. "Yes, young one. Your thoughts distract you from your magic." He ran his hands up and down Merrin's back, and the squirrel shivered slightly. "Even now your thoughts are wandering."
Panic swept over him. He swallowed, hoping he would not have to answer. Yet his master was right. His mind had strayed often when Darric would lean over his shoulder to show him something while he studied, or when he would see his master stretch to reach something on a high shelf. It hurt him to realize it, but he was fascinated with Darric's body as much as his magic.
He was speechless. How could his master know? Had he been so obvious? How could his master not toss him out in disgust?
"Shh, I understand," Darric whispered to him, smiling lightly. "Please, rest your mind, I sense you are in great turmoil." Slowly he tightened his arms around Merrin's body. He slid one hand down the young apprentice's back, and the other up, to the nape of his neck. "Let yourself go, my friend. I tell you, I understand. You don't need to fear me."
Merrin felt something like terror rush through him, and his knees weakened. Darric was gently but firmly pressing on his neck, tilting his head back, and very gradually leaning down, closer to him. He responded in the most natural way he could-- he leaned closer, not very far at all, until his lips touched the tall fox's. He had never done such a thing before, and it made him tremble with a heat that burned inside his chest. The tender warmth on his lips retreated slowly as Darric pulled back.
"Was that nice?" he asked quietly.
Merrin could barely speak. He had just kissed Darric. His eyes were half-lidded, and he doubted he had the breath in him to form a reply. The thought reverberated in his mind. He had just kissed high-mage Darric, his teacher. Somewhere in the darkest recesses of his fantasies, he had dreamed of such a thing, but he never suspected it would actually happen. Finally he managed a quiet, "Yes, sir."
Darric's mouth approached his once again, and for a moment he thought they were going to kiss again. However, Darric simply slid his muzzle up against Merrin's, pressing them gently together, nuzzling tenderly. They clung to one another, and in those few moments Merrin had his first taste of intimacy. He felt so close to his teacher, closer than he had ever hoped. He could feel Darric's beautiful chest expanding rhythmically with his slow breath.
"Let's go sit down," the wizard whispered finally. "You have not seen my bedroom yet, and I would like to show it to you."
He stepped back from Merrin, and suddenly, as the cool air replaced the warm body, the squirrel realized just how much he had longed to be close to Darric. The cold emptiness that replaced his master's warm fur was something he was used to. He never even noticed it himself. And yet, as he felt it so acutely for the first time, it seemed painfully familiar.
"Yes, sir," he said. His desire to touch Darric had been a hazy shadow that he had never allowed himself to acknowledge. As the agile wizard turned to his left, and walked through the corridor of the wooden treehouse, Merrin followed close behind. A giddy excitement gripped him, for he had no idea what would await him when they got to the bedroom, but he had a feeling it would surpass what the had experienced thusfar.
They reached a doorway that looked similar to any other along the corridor-- framed in wood, and fairly plain. Darric stepped inside, with Merrin right behind him.
It was an elegant room, with thick, soft blue carpet, white walls decorated with many intricate runes of magic, and a large four poster bed. Darric walked over to it and sat down on the edge. He patted the space to his right. "Come, sit by me, Merrin."
Obediently as always, and without the slightest hesitation, the young apprentice sat down next to his master, ready to do absolutely anything he was asked.
Darric slid an arm around him, and gently squeezed the opposite shoulder, snugging him closer. "You have wanted to kiss me for a great while, haven't you?" he asked, gazing at him with compassion and a warmth that went far beyond simple understanding.
Merrin nodded. "I hadn't realized it, but yes, I have."
Tenderly the wizard placed a fingertip on Merrin's lips, and began tracing along them. He watched with delight as the squirrel's eyes lidded, and his mouth parted slightly, responding to the gentle caress.
"It is alright," he told his apprentice. "I have been watching you for a long time, and I saw the need in you, the way you stare at me sometimes."
Merrin spoke softly, dreamily, as if enchanted. All of his secrets were being uncovered, but each one seemed to yield a reward. "Yes, master Darric, I watch you because you are very beautiful." He opened his eyes a bit, and gazed up at the man he respected and admired more than anyone in the world. "And because I love you." He trusted his master far too much to keep the truth from him.
Darric's smile widened, and he whispered, "And I love you, Merrin." As the squirrel let out a soft whimper of joy and recognition, Darric kissed him, more firmly than before. Sliding his other arm around the slender squirrel's body, he leaned forward and parted his lips, sliding his tongue out to brush over Merrin's soft, tender mouth, exploring his lips.
They both slid back a bit on the bed, and Darric gently pressed Merrin onto his back. They kissed heatedly, and gradually the young apprentice began to release his fears. He wrapped his arms tightly around his master, kissing him with a deep passion. Darric took the assertive posture, laying atop Merrin. Their tongues danced, and explored one another. Merrin's breathing had quickened, and his heart pounded rapidly inside his slim chest. He felt like his stomach had dropped a thousand feet, as thrill after thrill coursed through his young soul. He had dreamed hazy, clouded dreams of intimacy with his master, but he had never pictured anything like what Darric had opened to him.
He felt so close to him then, as his tongue was suckled on, and fingers ran through his headfur, and yet there was some vague, burning need, something he wanted, but its purpose was revealed to him gradually, in pieces, only as he satisfied it, and not before.
When Darric pulled back from him, they were both panting, and reluctant to leave the kiss. He touched his apprentice's cheek, caressing it in his palm. "Today," he said, with more than a mild husky edge to his voice, "I will show you something quite different from magic. Are you ready, my young love?"
Merrin felt his heart soar at the simple, affection in that sentence. He ran his paws down Darric's bare, furry sides. "Yes please teach me. I am willing." He was excited in a way he had never been before. To touch his master wherever he pleased was bliss, and somehow to put his hands on a 'forbidden' place made the sensation all the more electrifying. In a rash moment of inspiration, he slid his paws around the fox, down his back, and over the curves of his backside, cupping the rump he had stared at so many times in secret. It was firm, and the cheeks felt round, perfect in his grasp.
Darric groaned deeply, and involuntarily pressed his hips against Merrin. He rarely had anyone touch him there, and it brought out a deep passion. He loved young Merrin fiercely. At first it had been a fatherly love, as he had disciplined and trained him in the ways of the mage.
Yet, as he grew to know the young man, and realized Merrin's desire for him, he had felt his love changing, growing.
He could not keep from rubbing his erection against Merrin's though as he felt the deft hands exploring his buttocks. "You are so... beautiful..." he whispered, and kissed Merrin's lips, and then his furry chin. He worked down the side of his neck, nibbling lightly on it.
Merrin had never been called beautiful by anyone in his life. It felt so new, and wonderful. He was shocked to have gotten such a reaction from Darric as he touched his rump. There was something hard brushing up against him as Darric rocked his hips-- he could feel it through the thin fabric of the white pants. He knew what it was-- at times when he thought of certain things, some of his 'forbidden' thoughts, for example, his sheath would swell, and his manhood would slip out. He was exciting his master. He had only the faintest idea of what that meant, but it fascinated and intoxicated him, and a lump formed in his throat. He swallowed hard, and murmured, "Master Darric, why does this happen?" As he spoke he fought back his inhibitions, and slipped his paw between his teacher's legs, rubbing it against the length of meat whch strained the pants. He could feel the outline of it, and the slight knob at the tip, just like he had on his own.
Darric thought he would lose all control. He pressed his backside into the air, making room for Merrin's probing hand. His head hung below his shoulders, and he whispered, "By the gods..." his member throbbed, straining to escape the confines of his pans. Merrin's fingers were so innocent, and yet so perfectly natural. He was honest with his touch, and that made it perfect. "That is... part of the other l-lesson I wish to t-teach you... it is a lesson of p-pleasure and love." He crawled back, out of reach of Merrin's caresses, and got off of the bed.
Merrin sat up and watched Darric back up. He smiled as a reassuring, playful kiss was planted on the sole of his foot.
"Have you ever seen another man unclothed?" asked the mage, standing back a bit from the egde of the bed, with his paws on his hips.
Another torrid, silvery thrill ran through Merrin's body. He was going to see his master naked! "No sir," he said softly.
Darric smiled graciously as he gazed at the youth. He did not take his eyes off of Merrin's as he undressed; he wanted to see the youth's reaction, and where his eyes lingered.
Merrin watched, awestruck, as his master hooked his thumbs in the waist of his pants, and let them drop to his ankles. He did not notice as the pants were kicked away; his gaze was drawn to the sheath and balls which hung proudly between Darric's legs. His master was nude before him, totally exposed.
Merrin thought of a butterfly as it emerges from it's cocoon, essentially the same creature, but so much more beautiful and delicate, something to be cherished and appreciated. His master was like the butterfly, slipping out the cocoon of his clothing.
His eyes drank in the perfect, vigorous form of the mage, pausing at the groin again. Darric's cock was fully erect, jutting out from its furry sheath. It was larger than his own, but not shaped very differently. It was pink, and twitched slightly with its owner's pulse. Merrin noticed Darric's ballsac was larger as well, the tender, furry spheres hung low on him, and the way he stood, one testicle lay slightly forward, and one slightly back. His legs were also exquisite. The calves were round and strong, covered in thick red fur. They were accentuated by the sandal-straps, which wound in 'X' patterns all the way up to his knee. His feet were 'socked' in black fur from just below the knee downward, as his paws were gloved from the middle of the forearm.
"What do you think?" Darric finally asked, walking toward the bed.
"I have never seen a naked body before, but I think you are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen."
Darric stopped at the edge of the mattress. He cupped his balls in one dark paw, and took his cock in the other. "You have never seen one of these before?" he said, running his fingers over the surface of its smooth, pulsing length.
Merrin shook his head slowly. "No, sir," he murmured. He could not take his gaze from Darric's manhood. His eyes were wide, and he could feel his own member pulsing, rigid in his trousers.
The butterfly and cocoon image came to him again. The penis was an amazing thing. It spent so much time within its sheath, hidden, but when it emerged, it was incredibly desirable, like a rare treasure.
Darric spoke softly, still manipulating his shaft. "Do you want to touch it?"
Merrin did indeed want to touch it. "Yes, master Darric," he murmured.
Darric let his hands fall to his sides, allowing his cock to swing free. "Come, then. Touch it, play with it all you like."
Merrin eagerly scooted forward, sitting on the egde of the bed, looking up at his teacher, his lover. "You don't mind?"
Darric let out a soft chuckle, and said, "Not at all. When you are finished I will show you what it feels like, and you'll understand."
"Yes, sir," Merrin said, smiling, masked with a hazy, unknown desire. His eyes traveled down to the erection facing his chest. He traced his fingers along the opening of the sheath, at the base of the shaft. It was thicker, and looked fascinating poking out of the sheath. Slowly, cautiously he ran his fingers up the underside of it, until the reached the slit at the tip.
Darric let out a deep, shaky sigh, and murmured, "That is veeery good." With his other paw, Merrin slipped his fingers under the heavy ballsac, brushing the fur beneath. Darric parted his legs, making room for the fingers of the young squirrel. Merrin cupped the erection in his palm, and curled his fingers around it, testing its girth. He gave it a squeeze, and the fox grunted in response.
A slightly larger hand was placed over Merrin's. "Let me show you something," he said, guiding the apprentice's paw. Together they stroked his pulsing meat up and down, from the rim of the ruby head, nearly down to the base. They worked slowly at first, and Merrin looked up at his master, who was tensing visibly, with light muscles rippling under dark fur. Their eyes locked for a moment, and in those few seconds they saw in one another all the things they had never said, all the hidden truths, and more. Darric, with his open manner, never attempted to hide his feelings for Merrin-- he simply never had a chance to express them. Merrin, on the other hand, had kept so much inside of himself that he suffered for it.
And finally they had coupled, able to truly explore one another, and let out the passions that had built up between them. Merrin looked back down at the cock, intent on fully pleasing his master. Darrice encouraged Merrin to speed up, removing his hand and letting the squirrel do it himself. Merrin complied willingly, massaging the entire length of the maleness rhythmically, while he played tentatively with the furry balls that hung beneath it.
"Oooh," Darric moaned. "That's so nice..."
Merrin leaned down a bit, to look more intently at the shaft. As he closed in on it, he picked up the scent of Darric's groin, the musky, male scent, and all at once he craved more of it. He closed his eyes, and worked the cock, sniffing slowly but deeply at it, taking in as much of the glorious aroma as he could. He didn't realize that he was gradualy easing toward the source of that scent until his nose touched the base of Darric's cock. He was about to withdraw, when his master let out a surprised moan. "Oh yes, Merrin... yes, that's it!"
Again, Merrin felt his heart soar, but unlike the first time, it did not come down. He opened his eyes, and stared at the beautiful veined maleness, which hovered just an inch away from his lips. A hunger, something totally new awoke within him. He looked up at his teacher, and whispered, "I love you." He then looked at the length of hard flesh, and nuzzled it, brushing his silky cheekfur over the sensative skin. The new hunger was very strong, and clear. He wanted to lick the cock.
"Mmmm... you make me so proud," Darric said softly, dazedly, afraid to close hs eyes for fear he would miss the incredible view.
Those words brought bliss, a joy Merrin only felt when Darric approved of him. He kissed the base of the shaft lightly with his searching lips. At first he was wary of the taste and texture, but as he felt it against his lips, and slid his tongue out to lick tentatively at it, all fears were dispelled, and the hunger grew into a need. He took his hand from his master's cock, and slipped his wet tongue out to cup the underside of it. He ran the surface up along the shaft, until he reached the tip. He circled the head once, and slowly trailed back down.
Darric was hunched over slightly, watching the discovery with eyes slitted in pleasure. It had been -ages- since anyone had mouthed his cock, a full cycle at least! Pleasure rushed through him, and he petted the young squirrel's head lovingly as he worked.
Merrin did not know why, but working over the length of maleness with his mouth was gratifying beyond all measure. He was panting as he licked over the surface of the shaft, though not from exertion. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the erection, and as he was nearing the head he noticed a drop of clear fluid glistening at the slit. He ceased his mouthing, and wrapped one hand around the damp penis, stroking it slowly, while he examined the drop of fluid.
Darric noticed Merrin's confusion. "You may drink that, if it pleases you, Merrin; it won't harm you. It is a sign that you are giving me great pleasure," he said softly.
Merrin licked at the drop, and paused for a moment.
"It is called precum," Darric said, smiling warmly down to him.
Merrin nodded. The precum wasn't unpleasant. It was slightly salty, and warm, but had no real flavor to it. He sealed his lips around the head, and suckled lightly on it, hoping to get more out of it.
At that, Darric's knees buckled. "Uhh-uhhhnn... good, good Merrin... keep that up... t-take more in," he stuttered.
Slowly Merrin began to slide more of the prick into his mouth, and suddenly, as if finding the piece that fits perfectly into a puzzle, he realized what he had been longing for. He moaned and, took more into his muzzle. It slid over his tongue, and pressed out at his cheeks, feeling smooth and hard and rubbery inside him. Was this what his mind had been secretly contemplating for so long? He thought it was, for it brought him not just physical pleasure, but a deep sense of fulfillment. He suckled on his master's cock eagerly, taking it as far back as it would go. He realized he could simulate the stroking motion of his hand by impaling himself on the rod with the same rhythm. He sheathed the beautiful hard cock in his muzzle carefully but needfully. He loved the feeling-- it was as if each time he took the root of Darric's masculinity into himself, he was complete.
Darric looked down at him, and he could not help but thrust his hips slowly with Merrin's motions. The mouth felt nearly perfect to him, swallowing up his member, the slick tongue and cheeks engulfing him time and time again. Occasionally he felt teeth rake across the bottom of his penis, but it did not hurt him. In fact, it only served to remind him that his lover was a virgin, acting completely by instinct. That though added to his excitement. The steady building of his pleasure was nearly ready to come to its peak, and he knew he should warn Merrin, but the words would not come. He could only gasp and sigh shakily, unable to stop the cascade of intense pleasure from building within his balls.
Merrin imagined he was pleasure Darric well, for he had gone completely speechless, and was breathing more and more ragged. He wondered whether his pleasure would just keep increasing, but he had a very good feeling that it would come to a great peak, if he continued. He took the thickness of the erection past his lips more quickly, filling himself with heat and firmness, gradually finding some variation. He swirled his head left and right in a sort of corkscrew fashion, and tried shifting his tongue rapidly against it. This last motion seemed to be extremely effective, for he felt two strong hands kneading his shoulders.
"Gods," Darric whispered. He could hold back no longer. He could do nothing, in fact, but drown beneath the devastating waves of pleasure that rushed through him.
The hands on Merrin's shoulders tightened, and suddenly his master thrust forward, shoving the cock deep into his mouth. He was overwhelmed at first, but then the length of flesh began to twitch, and he held on tightly, milking it. He realized that, whatever was going to happen, whatever it had all been building up to, was happening.
Darric was hunched over. His abdomen was rippling with tensed muscle, and his forearms corded with sinew as he flexed his paws. "Gods... yesss... yes!!!" he hissed as he released his seed into Merrin's virgin mouth.
Merrin was startled as the cock in his mouth spurted the first jet of hot, creamy liquid onto his tongue. It was thicker than the precum, and tasted much stronger, more salty and bitter, but he drank it down eagerly. He slurped and suckled on the member as it fired out its hot cum into him, taking as much as he could. There was so much of it that it frightened him, but he was so wildly excited by it that he didn't let it stop him. Some ran down the length of the shaft anyhow, escaping his lips. Above him, Darric emitted a series of loud, inarticulate grunts. He sounded like some wild beast, moaning and bucking forward into him.
Merrin kept on swallowing the juice until it ceased to blast out from the cock. It's wild throbbing relinquished, and it lay still, still hard and throbbing. Darric stopped moaning, and simply let out low, soft sighs. He stood fully erect again, and gently placed his hands on Merrin's face, easing him off of his hyper-sensitive maleness slowly and cautiously.
Merrin slipped off of Darric's cock and rubbed the excess wet seed from his chin. He gazed up at his teacher, pondering whether he looked tired, sad, or just satisfied. "Did I do a good job?" he asked curiously.
As Darric gazed down at Merrin, his beautiful apprentice looking up at him with those innocent, adoring eyes, he felt as if he could weep with joy. He felt so fulfilled, so -right-. A shining smile came to his lips.
"Yes, my beautiful, lovely Merrin, you did a perfect job." He reached down, and caressed the squirrel's cheek. Quietly he sat down next to him, and slid back to lay on the bed, head propped up on a pillow. Almost instantly Merrin slid into his arms. He lay down on his master's body, rested his head on the chest he had longed for, and found comfort there. They cuddled together in silence for awhile. It was an exquisite silence, filled with wistful thoughts, and lingering disbelief over what had just happened.
"May I ask you a question?" Merrin said, breaking the silence hesitantly.
Darric spoke with a tranquility deeper than Merrin had ever heard. "Certainly Merrin, ask me anything."
At first unsure how to phrase his thoughts, Merrin finally asked, "Are we doing something... bad? I mean, is it unusual for a high-mage and his apprentice to have relations like this?"
Darric chuckled, and smiled at young Merrin, innocent Merrin, caressing his cheek with the backs of his fingers lightly, lovingly. "Ah, child of magic, this is the way that some mages take with their students. You have loved me as a scholar, admired my intelligence. You have loved me as a father, for I took you in when you were abandoned, and you respected me unfailingly." He paused, and gently eased Merrin off of him, rolling the squirrel onto his back on the firm mattress.
He rolled over and lay atop him, propping himself up on one elbow. Softly he bent down and kissed Merrin's lips. When he spoke again, his voice was much softer tha before, little more than a whisper. "And now, you shall love me as a lover, physically.
"Y-yes, sir," Merrin stammered. "I love you so much, please show me."
Darric kised the youth's lips again, savoring their warm, smooth texture. His lips grazed over Merrin's chin, and the hollow of his throat. His dexterous fingers parted Merrin's thin shirt, and for the first time, he ran his palms over the smooth, silky fur of his apprentice's thin chest.
He let out a sigh of utter joy. Merrin was so beautiful, so perfect! None of his previous students (though there had not been many) had ever excited him so much, or raised such passion in his soul. Merrin's heart beat rapidly inside of him, thudding udner Darric's exploring palms.
Slowly, carefully, Darric opened the shirt, and pulled it back off of Merrin's shoulders. They were round, and beautiful. He kissed one. The young squirrel gasped quietly. Sometimes, when the summer sun was particularly hot, he would remove his shirt, but it had never been done in front of the high-mage, and never under such circumstances! He was acutely excited. The cool air which caressed him was replaced by the gentle touch of Darric's muzzle, which kissed down the center of his chest, and worked it's way over to his left nipple.
Merrin saw thousands of butterflies in his mind's eye. Only now he was one of those butterflies, emerging not only from the cocoon of his clothing, but from the inhibition, the fear that had trapped him within himself for so long. He felt like he was flying, soaring in the sky, free, and happy.
He had never given his nipples much thought-- they had always just 'been there', simple nubs in his fur. However, as his master's lips sealed around one, and he felt something hot-- probably his tongue-- brush over it, he gasped again, as it seemed to come to life. He did not question the pleasure he felt, but instead relished it, tilting his head back and stroking Darric's long, fluffy ears. He felt teeth nibbling on his tender nipple, and he groaned. A tingly sensation rushed through him, far beyond his chest. As Darric tugged and nipped at his nipple, he felt his manhood, which had long since grown firm and hot, throbbing in his pants. He could not help fidgeting as the thickness in his groin strained out at the fabric.
Darric smiled as he released Merrin's tight little bud. He knew how wonderfully pleasurable such a thing could be, and it delighted him to show it to the young fox for the first time. He nuzzled down through the soft, downy fur of Merrin's tummy, and listened with great satisfaction to the moan as he sliped his tongue into the navel.
Merrin had a very insistent hard-on; Darric felt the groin of the squirrel's pants rubbing against his chest. Gradually, reminding himself to take things slowly, he rested a hand on the bulge in Merrin's crotch.
"Uhhnnn... yes, yes, please touch me there..." Merrin whispered heatedly. Darric gently squeezed the firm length in his palm, while he slid the waistband of Merrin's constricting pants down with the other. He placed both paws on Merrin's hips, and pulled his pants down, until his cock sprang free.
Darric felt he had never seen such a beautiful thing in all his life. The member, which poked out of the silky grey sheathm was perhaps six inches long. With such perfect proportions he knew he had to have it. He looked up to see the lust-filled eyes of his loving pupil watching him. He decided that he wanted Merrin's first memories of sex to be potent; he wanted him to remember what a pleasurable experience a male could provide. And so, without hesitation, he took the maleness into his paw, and began to lick over the tip with his warm tongue.
Merrin sighed as a sudden slick warmth was applied to his sensitive member. No one had ever touched him there before, and the sudden warmth brought intense pleasure to his strained young body. It excited him wildly, to be touch in such an intimate place. Darric's muzzle slowly began to engulf him, and he watched as his member gradually vanished into his teacher's muzzle. Darric's mouth was so warm on his swelled member, and the slightest bit of friction felt so -good-! His breathing quickened, and he could actually hear his heart pounding in his ears. He found he could concentrate on little besides the mouth which bobbed slowly up and down on him. It was so perfectly smooth inside his teacher's mouth-- he wondered why there were no scratchings from the teeth, but the sensation was too good for him to care. All that mattered was the luxurious wetness which slid over his cock, covering it up to the hilt.
The pleasure was unbelievable, and it was slowly building, getting more intense. He felt tensed all over, and as though a great haze was clouding his senses. His erection throbbed rapidly and he could feel himself getting closer, his pleasure mounting to some great climax, like the one his master had experienced with him. He realized he was going to shoot some sort of liquid as well... only as he began doing it.
The pleasure seemed to overtake him, blazing past all previous limits. He cried out, and pressed his hips forward, driving himself into the hot muzzle, unable to stop himself. He felt the incredible release as a hot stream rushed up his shaft, and fired out of the tip. Darric suckled hungrily on him then, and for a moment Merrin feared he would pass out. He was breathing rapidly, and felt euphoric, with so much pleasure rushing through him he thought it would surely kill him. He grunted as he shot his seed into his master's muzzle, all thoughts eroding away under the incredible release. His toes curled almost painfully, and some muscle between his legs was spasming wildly, under his balls.
He felt Darric's tongue licking away the cum from his shaft, even as the immense waves of firey passion died down and he began to feel something like himself again. He let out a deep sigh as his orgasm drifted away, with some lingering pleasure as Darric released his penis. He lay there for a few minutes, panting softly, with his arms spread out on the bed. He watched Darric sit up, and gaze down at him, eyes filled with burning love.
Merrin sat up with some effort, facing him. Darric placed his thumb on Merrin's lips, and began tracing them again. They sat there for a long time, several minutes, just looking at one another.
"This is the way of the mage and the apprentice?" Merrin asked softly, breaking the silence.
Darric nodded. "Yes, young love."
"Th-- then I wish to learn all of my spells from you."
Darric did not respond with words; he simply took the small, exquisite body of the apprentice into his arms, and held him close, looking forward to the years they would spend together-- especially the moment Merrin realized that he could cast his spells, that, by opening up his heart, he had released his magic as well. He had, in effect, escaped the cocoon and begun his metamorphisis into an intricate, glorious new being, fully capable of flying.
The End
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