"That's too bad," I say, reaching over and taking one of his massive hands in both of mine. His huge mitt is calloused and swamps both of mine - of course it does - his hands are size proportionate with his seven-foot, sculpted muscular body. Other things are size-proportionate too, from what I've felt and glimpsed whenever that loincloth of his has sported a happy-tent.
Rynn's eyes fall to where I have his hand in my grasp. Little lights dancing up his wrist and forearm, and even more of them racing down his chest to disappear toward his groin. "Too…bad?" he repeats my words with more than a hint of confusion.
"Yeah," I shrug, "I didn't sleep all that well last night and thought we could go take a nap in your nest."
Chapter 19
RYNN
I do not know what a 'nap' is, but my Zahreenah is offering me one, so I will take it gladly. Plus, she mentioned my nest and my heart-stars practically thrum with the thought of taking her there and holding her like I did that very first night. I do not know why it excites me so much, this offer of a 'nap', but one thing I do know, is after spending time in my arms, my scent will be all over her and this pleases me greatly.
After instructing Mavyx to speak with the Protectors, passing on my instructions as to which areas of the forest I would like the search parties to cover today, I tell him my mate is in need of me and that I am not to be disturbed. He merely grunts, his eyes fixing upon the darker-haired female, the one who ignited his own heart-stars. I do not understand Mavyx's hesitation with his mate, but I do know he worries that the Goddesses could take the females away as quickly as they gifted them to us.
I will never let that happen. Not with my Zahreenah. I do not care how the Goddesses choose to punish me for it, but they will never take her from my arms.
Zahreenah leads us back to my hut, one of her dainty little hands in mine. I can't help but marvel at the sight of it and I hardly notice anything apart from her delicate palm pressed to mine and our fingers entwined as we walk. This female could be leading me to the jaws of a burrot worm and I don't think I would have noticed.
Thankfully, it is not a burrot worm we find ourselves facing, but my nest. I frown at it as we stand there. I haven't rested here in a few nights and had I known my Zahreenah would want to make use of it, I would have preened my wings and gathered more feathers to increase the softness and my scent. It does not seem to bother my mate though. She climbs in and lays down, scooting back to allow space for me and pats the hides and feathers for me to join her. I do so gladly. I face my mate, my frame larger than her female form, making my body curl around hers. My tail seems to have a mind of its own as it wraps around her calf making Zahreenah giggle. I think I like this 'nap'.
"You enjoy doing that, don't you?" she says, sounding amused.
"Yes," I answer honestly. She is my mate, and some long-buried instinct of mine tells me that I should take every opportunity that presents itself to hold her - to show her and all the other males that she is mine. "Do younotlike it?"
Zahreenah looks up at me, her smile more magnificent in my eyes than the waking of the twin suns. "I'm just not used to it," she says. "It's kinda cute though." Cute? I do not consider anything about myself to be deemed ‘cute’, but Zahreenah is smiling so it cannot be a bad thing. "Guys back home don't have tails... or wings... or lights all over their skin." I bite back the urge to growl. I do not like to think of other males my mate might have shared her time with. Did she let them hold her? Did she take 'naps' with them? "Guys back home sucked," she chuckles.
I am quiet for a time, not sure what she means. Is that another part of the mating ritual for her people? To suck? What must I suck? I will gladly do it, just as I would gladly eat the sacred 'pu-say' whatever that is - possibly a juicy fruit or a certain dish prepared by the female herself. Whatever it is, I willdevourit. I bite my lip, thinking, wondering if I should offer to suck whatever she wants me to suck. My eyes drop to those curious curves on her chest. Are they for sucking? The thought makes my cock twitch with interest.
"These lights on the inside of your wings are so pretty," my mate tells me, interrupting my thoughts of sucking as she reaches up, over my shoulder to stroke a finger through my dark feathers. The sensation makes me want to shudder in delight. It's like a delicious little tickle and if she carries on doing it, my cock is likely to get as hard as a life-stone very soon. I do not know how my Zahreenah would react to my cock standing to attention, ready to spill into a seed-pot though. The smart thing to do would be to pull away.
Turns out, I'm not as smart as I once thought. Not when it comes to my Zahreenah and her touches.
I open my wing for her, arching it over us both so that the underside looks like a star-heavy night sky above us. She looks up at me, her cheeks stained pink. "This is cozy," she says, wiggling closer. I like that. How do I get her to wiggle closer still? Can I put my arm around her frame like I had that first night? But she had warned that females only like invited touches. She'd also warned that females might well reject their mate. I swallow back the quiet whine in my throat as my tail releases Zahreenah's calf. She frowns at me. "What did you do that for?"
"I-... you must forgive me, Zahreenah," I sigh. "Long ago, perhaps my people knew how to please their females, to keep them happy, but that knowledge has left us through generations. I do not know what you want. I do not know what a nap is, or if I should touch you, or what you wish for me to suck, or when you will offer me the sacred pu-say. I do not know a lot of things about females. I-"
Zahreenah's frame is shaking beside me. Have I upset my mate?Fuck, that is the last thing that I ever wanted to do. She buries her face into my chest and I am at a loss for how to remedy the situation.
An adorable little snorting sound comes out of her and she looks up at me, a huge smile on her pretty, female face. My plummeting heart suddenly catches on an updraft and begins to soar. I did not upset her? "Did you just-..." she cannot seem to finish her words she's giggling so much, a sight that makes my chest tighten. "Did you just call my pussysacred?!"
I do not know how to react. I only know that I want her to continue to be as happy as she is now, giggling in my nest. "I...did. Is that bad? Is it not something sacred I should eat?"
"Oh, boy!" she snorts again and rolls to her back, slinging an arm over her eyes.
"I will gladly eat it," I tell her, quickly. "Whenever you deem to offer it to me. I will eat it as many times as you wish."
Zahreenah snort-laughs a few moments more before moving her arm away so that I may see her beautiful eyes again. "You guys really don't know much about girls, huh?" I shake my head and she gives me a wry grin. "Want me to teach you a few things?" I nod, agreeing so swiftly, I must resemble the green-male I once was, so eager to learn my spear-skills when I came of age. "First," she says, reaching up and tracing the stars on my feathers above us with a single finger, "you can wrap your tail around my leg if you like." I do so promptly, enjoying the feeling of being connected with her. "It's important to tell your men that not every girl likes the same thing, but I personally, like your little tail wrapped-"
"Little?" I splutter a bit. Never has any part of my form been called 'little' before. Perhaps I need to groom the tufted end more often so my tail can be luscious and full, to my mate's liking.
Zahreenah rolls her eyes with a smile on her face and mumbles,"some things are still the same, I see,"to herself before looking up at me again. "The point is,Ilike it when you do that. But other girls might not like it if a Trixikka does the same to her."
I nod, considering this. "Females are more complicated than I'd originally thought." My Zahreenah shakes her head at me, but she has a twinkle in her eye and a beautiful smile on her face. "May I ask a question?" I enquire, holding my breath, my eyes dropping to the source of my continued confusion. My mate nods her head. "What are..." I gesture to those lovely swellings on her chest, "...these?"
An adorable little snort escapes her again. "My tits?"
"Teeets?" I say, trying out the word on my tongue. I have never heard of such a thing.
My Zahreenah seems to puff up her chest, her 'teets' jutting out proudly beneath the cloth she wears. "Yeah, tits. Or, breasts, I should call them. I've been told they're my best attribute," she grins, waggling her brows in a teasing manner. "I practically make living with my tits."
