The hounds both began to move, their hindquarters bucking rough and forcefully as their cocks thrust at her hands.  The first continued to bury his muzzle in her lap, assaulting her sex with the same feverish intensity that her hand worked its hot flesh with.  That tongue was thin but strong.  It pushed deeply into her, curling and licking, eagerly seeking the taste of her moisture and growling softly in frustration at the lack of nectar it was able to coax from her.  The others circled and yipped and whined as they crowded around, aroused by the scent of mating and anxious for it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Owen nodded and gave her a wane smile.  "I would say it's a blessing to not know his mind," he said softly, as if afraid that they might be overheard even out here, "Otherwise you'd be as mad as he.  And I am most grateful to you for proving that at least one member of this family is not..."  He stopped and coughed.  "I am glad that you care.  I would not have you cross your brother though, even if there was a way to help us.  I would not want you to draw his ire upon yourself."