Rennek
I wake as dawn breaks. I feel rested and eager to begin the mountain of tasks before me. Last night was the first night since we arrived on Elysia in which I was able to sleep deeply. Sleeping amongst the trees, one must always be wary of predators, but in the confines of our room I allowed myself to relax.
I add a log to the red embers in our hearth for Kate and tuck the blanket around her. I hope to bring her a fresh kill before she wakes, but I have not seen as much readily available game in the past rotation. I may need to begin setting traps, I think to myself.
I dress then step out into the courtyard to survey our mess from the night before. Something seems different to me, but it is hard to tell what. I walk to the fountain and get the scent of those primates again. I scan the area but there are no signs of them. Surprisingly, there are no tracks in the mud either.
Likely the creatures were curious and explored the changes made to the ruins while we slept. It makes me uneasy to know anything snuck so close to where we slept last night without me having taken notice. I will be glad once the others join us… and once we have a door.
I splash some water in my face and make my way to a young tree growing near one of the smaller wall fountains. I inspect it. Along the trunk are long, thick, fibrous strands. These will work perfectly. I begin ripping off the long strands. Once I have a fist full, I comb them straight and begin to braid a length of cord. I then cut a small patch of material from my waistcloth. Poking a hole on either end, I cut my cord into two equal pieces and tie them to the holes in the material. Outside the gate to the ruins, I toe the soil until I find a few rounded stones, I place them in a small hip pouch and head for the trees.
I ascend the trees and crouch low near the trunk, waiting for the call of birds. Birds are undoubtedly one thing this planet has in abundance. Soon enough I see a small flock with feathers of red and grey roosting nearby. These creatures will make a perfect breakfast.
They have feet seemingly too large for their bodies and long legs leading up to a fat, oblong body. The torso is a deep, claylike red and the only color variation on the birds lie in their grey collar feathers, which are much longer--hanging down low towards their disproportionate legs.
They coo and clamor together. I place one of the rounded stones in my new sling and take aim. I swing my arm around hard, with my eye on my target. My aim is true and the bird falls silently to the forest floor. The kill was so seamless the others in the flock do not even startle. I load my sling once more and take another down for good measure. Then I move to retrieve my kills. I pluck, clean and gut them before I head back towards the ruins, grabbing some sticks as I go. We will have to think of a name for this place. It will not do any longer to think of it as ruins.
The sound of my return rouses my mate.
“Oh, man… did I sleep in?” She sits up and rubs her eyes. The blanket falls away revealing her still nude body.
“Rest all you like, my Kate. Breakfast should take some time yet--would you like some pompaya until then?”
“So, we settled on pompaya then?” She questions and I send her a cheerful shrug in response. “Looks like you’ve been busy,” she says, noticing the food I have brought. “What do you have there?”
“A bird of some kind. Would you like to name this one?” I ask.
“Let’s just call this one chicken and pray that that’s what it tastes like.” This must be an Earth reference I do not understand, I think to myself.
I squat at the hearth and lay out the sticks I brought with me from the forest. Kate stands and begins to dress, but I can feel her eyes on me. I shave the bark from them with my knife and whittle the ends so they are sharp. I take the longest of them and bore two holes through it. I then shove it through the back of my kill and secure each end with a smaller piece that I drive through the thigh and shoulder meat and through the bored holes.
I prepare both birds in this way. The last two sticks I have brought fork at the end. I prop them with rocks in the pit with hot coals. Because of the size of our fire pit we can only cook one bird at a time. I lay the meat across the spit and arrange the coals so heat seems to be radiating evenly. I position our small bowl beneath the meat to catch any grease. When I turn, I find Kate watching all of this with intensity.
“How did you hunt them?” She asks.
“A simple sling, they were the first weapons we learned to work with on Javan.” I show her.
“Do you think Allison’s learning this stuff?”
“I do not know how Da’vi was trained. He may be teaching her such things, something similar at least.” She looks thoughtful, but does not respond. “Will you help me with this while I gather some supplies for my next task?” I ask, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yeah of course, what do I do?”
“Watch that the coals heat evenly. Keep them low, but stir them if necessary. I will return before it needs turning.”
“What’s your next task?” She inquires.
“A door.” She squeals her delight making me laugh aloud.
“It is true then, it is the simple pleasures you wish for. I have heard of males courting their females with precious gems or the pelt of a powerful beast, even flowers--it seems the males I have been speaking to have it all wrong.” I slap her butt appreciatively--making her squeal again, and turn to head out.
“Wait,” she calls after me. She approaches and runs her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, pulling me into an embrace. I shiver, her delicate touch has such power over me. It is as if my vision blurs and everything fades away except my Kate.
“We’ve been so busy… and last night I fell asleep before we could…” But she does not need to continue. I have my mate down on our blanket before she can finish her thought. Her legs wrap instinctively around my waist.
“Is it weird that I miss you? I mean, we only skipped one night of cuddle-time,” she rationalizes. I answer her with my kiss. It is not weird to me, every moment I am not touching my Kate is a moment that is missed. If I could survive on her kisses alone I would spend the rest of my days in her bed… a bed that I must make soon if I wish to remain sane.
Kate’s arms wrap around my neck and her fingers intertwine in my mane. She pulls me into her. I dip my head to her neck and slide my tongue along her delicate jawline.
“Sorry, I’m probably all salty.”
“You are delicious,” I assure her.
“Psh, you’d say that no matter what.”
“I would, and I would mean it.” She smiles up at me and continues to play with my mane. Her smile is so precious--I cannot help but taste it. Her tongue teases mine, I suck on her full bottom lip and she nips at me, gently at first and then with more urgency and need. I can feel her desire not only in her kisses, but in her body as well. Her legs tighten around my waist and she arches her back. Through her clothing, her breasts rub against my body, it is no substitute for the feel of her skin on mine. I push myself up and begin to tear the shirt from her.
“No! Wait, I’m running out of shirts!” She protests and I allow her to pull herself far enough away so we may get her garment over her head and off of her warm body. Once her soft skin is against mine we resume our kiss. The drumming in my core quickens. I know now it is the beat of my heart and that it beats for my Kate. I press close to her, trying to feel her heart against my chest.
“Mmmm, Rennek. I can’t stand not touching you,” she moans as her hands skate between my wings and back.
“I live for your touch,” I tell her. It is true. I live for her touch, her voice, her laughter, her fire and her spirit. She reaches up and grabs my horns, pulling my mouth to her breasts. I skim my claws gently across her pale and rounded flesh. I hear her suck in her breath. Her pink nipples pucker in anticipation. I stroke the tight buds with my thumbs.
“Kiss me babe, I want your tongue on me.” Using my horns, she directs my mouth to the place she wants it and I oblige. I circle the tip of her breast with my tongue, sucking and teasing at her teats until she is grinding against me.
My waistcloth is useless against my straining cock. I quickly unbuckle it and toss it aside. Silently, I regret not tearing her pants from her body when I removed her shirt. She must be having the same thought because she begins to tug futilely at the waistband. I help her pull them down, over her full and fleshy behind--taking care not to rip them. I know how precious these garments are to her after having gone so long without. She kicks her pants off the rest of the way and wraps her legs back around my waist. Now that she is naked the scent of her arousal becomes more potent. My cock twitches in response, slipping against her wet folds. Her scent alone brings me close to the breaking point. My heart drums faster and my senses seem to cross circuits.
“I want you inside me so bad,” she whimpers and I have to fight myself to keep from thrusting into her cunt. “I feel so empty. I want this,” she reaches between us and wraps her fingers around my length and begins to pump… slowly, rhythmically. I freeze and let out a slow growl, biting back my own need for satisfaction. “Your dick is huge Rennek. It’s going to feel so good to finally have you inside me. How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
“Not much longer if you keep speaking like this,” I grit out. She laughs a throaty laugh. She is trying to push me over the edge I think. She slides the tip of my cock against her entrance, coating it in her juices--then begins massaging the head, her fingers slipping and sliding over the wetness. I remain as still as I can, grabbing fistfuls of blanket on either side of me to keep from touching Kate. Touching her in this moment will surely send me over the edge.
I bite into my bottom lip hard and squeeze my eyes shut. I attempt to regain my control, but her tongue is playing with my ear and I hear every breathy moan that escapes her lips. She arches her back again and rubs her soft breasts against my hard chest. The sensations are overwhelming. I battle between the desire to make love to her and the desire to fuck her.
I am close to coming when I notice my mate slip her other hand between her legs. She plays with her clit before pumping her fingers inside her cunt. I will not have my mate pleasuring herself. Not when I am so eager to bring her to pleasure. I do not trust myself in this position, with my cock so close to her entrance. I grab my mate’s wrists and pull her hands away.
“Hey!” She whines. But before she can protest further I flip her over onto her hands and knees. She braces herself against the wall and I roughly spread her knees further apart. Her pussy is exposed to me and I can see for myself how wet and needy she is. She can hardly hold still, she arches toward me and begs under her breath.
“Louder,” I tell her and that is all the encouragement she needs.
“Fuck me, Rennek. Please. I want you so bad. I need you, I need you inside me. It will feel so good Rennek, I promise. Please Rennek, please fuck me,” she whimpers and begs, her body writhing in effort to make contact with me.
I grab her hip with one hand, kneading her flesh. With the other hand I slide my knuckle along her slit. She bucks into me. She wants something inside her, but I am not ready to fuck her just yet. So instead I push my knuckle into her, always careful of my claws. I hear her gasp in delight. She begins to ride my hand and my knuckle goes in and out. Her tight cunt sucks and grips at my hand. I am mesmerized by the way her body moves, by the sound of wet skin on skin.
“Oh, fuck. Rennek, that feels so good. Do it hard, fast. Please Rennek, please,” she begs. I will not deny her this request. I pump harder and bring my body close behind hers so that I may reach around with my free hand to work her clit. Her knees weaken when I start to tease that precious nub and I have to hold her to keep her from falling over.
“Just like that, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she repeats her breathy mantra. I lean forward and sink my teeth into her neck and she lets out a scream of passion before she starts coming. She bucks and I can feel her pussy quiver around my knuckles. I keep pumping into her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her juices drip down my hand and onto her thighs. When her tremors finally subside, I lick the juices from my hand and spread her ass to lick every last drop from her sweet and waiting cunt. She moans and I notice her weaken again, another orgasm rocks her. I lap at her cunt, giving her pussy long, deep licks.
Even when the wave of her orgasm is done, I am not yet finished licking her. My mate has other ideas however. She flips around and knocks me to the floor--pounces on me like a fierce predator. I throw my head back and laugh out loud. Straddling me, she pauses. Her hands wash over my chest. Her eyes are wild, shining and full of lust.
“You’re so hard everywhere, Rennek. You’re like stone.”
“And you are soft everywhere,” I reach up and caress her breast, giving it a squeeze and running a thumb over her nipple. “Like the petals of a flower.” She gifts me a smile in approval of my words.
“I want to make you feel good,” she says.
“It will not be difficult,” I smile. “Everything you do makes me feel good. Gazing upon you makes me feel good.” I tell her, and it is true. Even now, looking up at her with her flame colored mane wild around her face, her lips pink and swollen from our kisses, her eyes heavy lidded--satisfied. And I am satisfied.
My little human is every inch a goddess and more. She leans down and places a kiss to my lips, but she does not linger there. Instead she begins to make her way lower, kissing every part of me as she moves downward. Those soft lips of hers play at my collar bone, her tongue tracing my throat. Even after her orgasms I can sense she still hungers for me. Her hands alone tell the story--it is as if she must touch every bit of me, every dip and swell of a muscle.
I transiently think I might go insane and lose myself in the joy of all this stimulation. I throw my head back again and try to ground myself. When she gets to my hips and her hot mouth teases at what is to come next, I begin to growl wildly in an effort to control myself. I hear my mate giggling and I smile through the wildness of it all. This is joy and pleasure at its most primitive, I think to myself.
Finally, after all the teasing I can take, she wraps her fingers around my thick shaft. Bringing her face close to the head of my cock, she pauses just before placing her mouth on me--looking up at my face. Her eyes are sparkling and mischievous, a smile plays on her lips. I see her pink tongue dart out of her mouth and she gives the tip of my cock a lick. I groan and she smiles wider, but the teasing is done and she sucks the head of my cock into her mouth. Her fingers pump my shaft. Her grip is tight and it makes me imagine what it will be like to slide inside her warmth.
I reach down and pull some of that red mane out of her face so I may watch her pleasure me. I can feel the precum dripping from my tip and I see that smile spread across her face again. She tastes my seed and she enjoys it. She lets out a moan--my cock still deep in her mouth. The rumbling vibrations bring me one step closer to the edge. With her free hand she explores me, gripping my hip, sliding her fingers over my ribbed abdomen, clutching my thighs. I had never thought these to be erotic places on my body, but given the right circumstance these touches alone could cause me to spill my seed. It is the hunger in them, her need for me is electric--sending pulsing signals through my body. We are connected. My thoughts scatter and the sensations rock my body in waves. I try to will my body to be still, but I cannot control my hips and I begin to thrust into my mate’s hand and mouth. I catch myself, but she moans again and pulls my hip towards her encouragingly. She enjoys this.
I prop myself up on one elbow so I may watch her more closely. Still holding her hair back, I allow myself to let go--to lose myself in all that she is giving me. Pumping into her mouth, I begin to cum and her moans become more frantic, she pumps and sucks at my cock, hungry for my release. The sensations overcome me--her hot mouth on my cock, sucking at my seed, her moans of pleasure, the drumming within me, harder and faster, harder and faster until finally… I am spent and fall back onto the floor.
My body was coiled like a snake waiting to strike moments ago and now I am limp with pleasure. My mate licks the last bead of cum from my shaft and then curls her body next to mine. Her arm goes around my chest and her leg drapes over my waist. I can feel the wetness of her cunt against me and smell her arousal in the air. Life with Kate is pure joy. She nuzzles my chest and I bury my nose in her hair and breathe in deeply. I could remain like this forever.
“Okay big guy,” she says. “Back to work.” She is up before I can protest, but I pull her back down to me. Her naked rear end falls into my lap.
“You are done with me then?” I laugh, cupping her face and bringing it to my lips for a kiss.
“You know what they say,” her hands go around my neck and she kisses me back, “no rest for the wicked.”
“Hmmm, and what we just did was very, very wicked.”
“Exactly.” She bounces up to her feet and I allow her to go this time--even though I would rather spend the rest of the day finding new ways to pleasure her, but my mate is correct. There is still so much work to do. I want to prepare our space so it is safe and we can sleep easily at night. I want to provide her with some basic luxuries to make her day to day life easier. All that takes much work however, and the days are not long enough to get all I wish done. So, with one last kiss and another slap to her perfectly rounded behind I head out to gather supplies to make a door.