Velzra slowly blinked awake, his body aching with soreness, a faint blush coloring his
cheeks as the heat of memory returned.
Venn was still inside him, holding him tightly against his chest.
"V-Venn..."he murmured, gently patting his shoulder.
"Mmm..." Venn groaned in response, eyes still closed, clearly not fully awake.
Velzra shifted carefully, trying to pull away, but the movement made Venn
instinctively thrust deeper into him, drawing a sharp gasp from Velzra's lips.
"Y-You're awake?" Velzra asked, voice trembling.
"Just now," Venn replied with a low, husky tone. He wrapped his arms tighter around
Velzra's waist, hips moving in slow, lazy thrusts. "Mmm... couldn't resist."
"Ahhh... Venn... let's stop now... please," Velzra moaned softly, body arching despite
himself.
Venn kissed his neck, his voice a sinful whisper. "Just one more round... you feel too good to let go."
Velzra sighed, cheeks burning, then gave a faint nod.
Venn adjusted him gently, lifting one of Velzra's legs to gain better access. He
began moving with steady, deep thrusts, their skin slapping softly in the quiet
morning. The warmth of their shared heat, the sweat-slick rhythm, the way Venn's breath fanned over Velzra's ear, it was overwhelming.
They moved together until both reached their peak, Velzra trembling beneath him. Finally,
Venn slowed, then gently pulled out, only to capture Velzra's lips in a deep, hungry kiss that left them both breathless.
In the next tent,
Luren was still asleep, the warmth of the furs wrapped around him, until a sharp
sensation stirred him. A wet tongue, followed by a teasing bite on his nipple, jolted him awake.
"Craige…?" he murmured, blinking groggily.
"Good morning, baby," Craige purred, already crawling up to claim his lips. His hand never stopped massaging Luren's chest, fingertips dancing across his sensitive
skin. Their lips met in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.
"What arenyou doing this early?" Luren asked between kisses, breath already quickening.
"Mmm… I was heading to Venn's tent to wake him up for preparations," Craige whispered against his lips, voice thick with mischief. "But he was clearly busy with
something... so I thought, I should be too." His smirk deepened as his hand trailed lower, unzipping Luren's pants and sliding inside. His fingers wrapped around Luren's shaft, already half-hard, and stroked him with growing urgency.
"Craige—no! We need to start prepar—ahhh…" Luren's protest melted into a moan as Craige's strokes quickened, thumb pressing deliciously at the sensitive tip.
"Come on, baby," Craige groaned, guiding Luren's hand to the bulge straining against his own pants. "I'm so hard I can't even move properly like this."
Luren flushed, torn between responsibility and desire. "No penetration, okay?" he
muttered, already wrapping his fingers around Craige's length and stroking it.
"Yes, master," Craige whispered with a grin, his voice husky and full of heat as their hands moved in sync, their breaths mixing in the stillness of the morning.
Luren's grip tightened around Craige's shaft, stroking him in sync with the way Craige's hand moved on him. Their breaths grew shallow, soft groans mingling in the confined space of the tent.
"F-Faster…" Craige gasped, his forehead resting against Luren's, their noses brushing as they moved together under the furs.
"You're so needy in the morning," Luren whispered, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. He twisted his wrist just right, earning a low growl from Craige.
"You started it," Craige grinned, nibbling at Luren's bottom lip, "with that delicious body of yours… how am I supposed to behave?"
Luren rolled his eyes, but his moan betrayed how good it felt. Their hips began to twitch, thighs trembling slightly as the pressure built between them.
"Craige—I'm…!" Luren's voice cracked as his release spilled into Craige's hand.
"Shit, yes—come for me, baby…" Craige gasped, jerking into Luren's strokes until his
own climax hit him hard. He buried his face in Luren's neck, muffling a deep moan as warmth spread between their tangled bodies.
They lay there, panting, sticky and flushed.
"Now we really need a wash," Luren said breathlessly, letting out a soft laugh.
"Or round two," Craige teased, kissing his cheek lazily.
Luren shoved him playfully. "Don't push your luck. We have preparations to finish."
Craige only chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around him. "Fine. But next time you wake up before me, I expect a return favor."
Luren rolled his eyes again, but he didn't move away.
After cleaning up, they all stepped outside. Venn and Velzra emerged from their tent,
looking slightly disheveled but content.
"Good morning," Luren greeted with a gentle smile, eyes lingering on the two.
"Good morning," Velzra replied, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he avoided
Venn's gaze for a moment.
The two omegas moved to prepare breakfast together, exchanging soft glances now and
then, while Craige and Venn worked together to fold up the tent.
"You moved fast as always," Craige teased with a smirk, elbowing Venn lightly.
Venn chuckled, but the mood shifted when Craige leaned closer, his voice dropping
into something more serious.
"Did you know he's an omega… and he might get pregnant?"
Shock flashed across Venn's face. "Damn, I forgot to bring the contraceptive. I…didn't expect this to happen."
Craige laughed, patting his shoulder with a mix of amusement and sympathy.
"Well, looks like it's time to settle down, Mr. Playboy."
Venn scratched the back of his head, letting out a nervous sigh. His eyes drifted toward Velzra, watching him laugh quietly beside Luren.
"Let's eat," Luren called out, handing a bowl to Craige with a warm smile.
Velzra followed, quietly offering Venn his portion. Their fingers brushed slightly, Velzra
pulled away quickly, but Venn held his gaze for a heartbeat longer, something unspoken passing between them.
After finishing their food and feeding the wolves, the group mounted their sleds once
more. The cold wind swept around them, but their hearts were warmer than the day before as they set out toward the distant Northfang Tribe.
"Are you okay?" Venn asked, concern lacing his voice.
He noticed Velzra shifting uncomfortably on the seat.
"My butt hurts…" Velzra admitted shyly, his face reddening with embarrassment.
Venn let out a soft chuckle, then reached under the chair for a fur blanket. Gently, he
folded it and placed it on Velzra's side.
"Here, sit on this. We'll put some ointment on it once we reach your tribe," Venn said
warmly.
"Thank you…" Velzra murmured, his voice small, cheeks still pink.
Without hesitation, Venn moved his arm and wrapped it around Velzra's waist, pulling
him a little closer.
"Are you cold?" he asked softly, eyes glancing at Velzra's flustered expression.
Velzra wasncaught off guard, he had braced himself for Venn's coldness, expecting
distance. But instead, he found warmth.
He quickly shook his head, unable to form words.
"Come here, lean on me," Venn said gently, guiding Velzra's head to rest on his shoulder.
"You can sleep a bit more."
Velzra's heart fluttered in his chest. The unexpected tenderness made his face flush
even deeper. Slowly, he leaned into Venn, his eyes fluttering shut, a soft smile forming on his lips.
"I see you're wearing the necklace I gave you for your birthday," Craige said softly, pulling Luren closer into his arms, his voice warm with affection.
Luren smiled, his fingers brushing the pendant. "Yeah... and this bracelet from
Cleven too," he added, lifting his wrist with a grin.
"Good Always wear that," Craige said, his tone suddenly protective. "Cleven said it
has protection magic from the magician. And the necklace" he cupped Luren's face gently, "it holds all my love for you." He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Luren's forehead.
Luren chuckled, a blush rising on his cheeks as he kissed Craige's cheek in return.
"Thank you, my love, for the gift," he whispered with heartfelt warmth.
"Anything for my baby," Craige smirked playfully, tapping his lips. "Come on, give me a kiss here."
Luren giggled, leaning forward to give a quick peck only for Craige to suddenly grab
a handful of his hair and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. Luren gasped against his lips, momentarily surprised, but quickly melted into it, his arms wrapping tightly around Craige as emotion swelled between them.
After hours on the road, they finally reached the Northfang tribe.
The gates stood wide open in welcome as they arrived.
"Welcome, Duke Craige Evron Seravelle," Mor Vekar greeted them with a respectful nod, his voice deep and warm with pride.
"Father…" Velzra exclaimed, his voice catching as he ran into his father's arms.
"Velzra, my son," King Mor Vekar said, embracing him tightly, holding him as if to make up for the time they had been apart.
"Velzra!" the Queen cried out, rushing toward them. Tears glistened in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her son, clinging to him with a mother's fierce love.
The moment was tender, heavy with longing, relief, and joy.
They entered Mor Vekar's home, the air inside filled with the scent of pine and
warmth from the hearth.
"Elder Zoran is already here," Mor Vekar said as they settled into the receiving area.
His tone carried a weight of seriousness now, though his hand remained resting
on Velzra's shoulder, a quiet reassurance that he was safe, and home.