"Tribes do not mix!"
"If one of them dares touch one of our females, I'll-"
"ENOUGH!" I growl, my previously relaxed wings flaring wide again and my tail jerking from side to side. "We are a proud tribe," I tell them, slowly taking my time to look many of my males directly in the eye. "And never in living memory have our two tribes mixed. But we are also a fair tribe. My brothers, all Trixikka of this land have been given the gift of hope. Donotsquander it with selfish notions. If one of us angers High Spear Zarriko or his Protectors, they may refuse the meetings. You may lose your chance to find your mate should she be one of the females already found by their tribe!" Looking around, I can see reason has settled the gathering. They understand what it is they must do. They may not like it, but they understand.
"And what if one of them claims one ofourfemales? What if their heart-stars ignite?"
"The female will decide where she would like to live," I tell them. "If the female wants to move tribes to be with her mate, then so be it. If the opposite is true, then we will welcome a new brother to our tribe. This is fair. This is what was agreed between two High Spears." The crowd of males look resigned. Not entirely happy, but resigned. I watch as they slowly begin talking amongst themselves, the first of the twin suns setting behind our mountain.
Just when I think I am done with my duty to my tribe and I can retreat to my nest, back to my Zahreenah, a voice from the gathering calls out. "What if the female does not want the male to move tribes for her?" The gathering goes deathly quiet. "There are rumors that females may reject their mate, even when she has lit his heart-stars?"
My throat feels tight just hearing the words and I find myself swallowing roughly. I cannot lie to my tribe. And it is better they are prepared, should something like this ever happen. Please, Goddesses, do not let such a thing happen to any Trixikka male, I pray. I know my heart could not stand it should it happen to me. "It is true," I say without preamble. The clearing is so quiet, I can hear the soft chirping of the jumping bugs in the longer grasses. "As far as I understand,choiceis very important to our new females. They do not instantly feel the bond of the heart-stars. They want to be able to choose their male... or choose not to be with a male. And every one of you will allow them their choices. Understood?"
"How can we make them feel that bond?" It's Alloryk who asks this time. He stands at the front of the gathering and I see the worry in his eyes.
"You please her. You make herchoose you."
***
The gathering lasts much longer than I had intended. Males from all stations in my tribe were keen to learn how to catch the eyes of the females, how to please them, how to make them choose. I respond as honestly as I can, and mostly leave my tribe with promises to find out, rather than actual answers for them this night.
When I pass the female's hut, Mavyx is stationed outside, along with two others, though they seem to have been instructed to keep their distance as my Second Spear stands directly in front of the entrance to the hut, his strong arms crossed over his chest. I cannot help but shake my head at the sight. "You were missed at the meeting," I comment. He only grunts.
I raise my brows at that. I know his mate is in there. I know he is still confused about the strength of the bond he feels for her already. But I am his High Spear. "Apologies," he says, catching my expression and uncrossing his arms. "I felt that-..." he swallows, abandoning whatever excuse he'd been about to spew. "I'd wanted to remain to see to it that the females were properly protected." He'd wanted to stay close to his mate. I know the feeling.
Nodding my head, I drop the subject and scent the air. My Zahreenah is not in there. A momentary fear grips my heart.
"She is in your hut," Mavyx reveals, calming my panic. "Said she wanted to sleep in your nest."
Goddess, but I like hearing that. I can practically feel my skin-stars racing all over my body in anticipation. My Second Spear's expression is guarded. Likely, he is jealous and I do not blame him. I hope that he will grow close with his mate and put the confusion in his mind to rest, but right now, I do not have time to console my friend. I have a mate of my own waiting for me in my nest and I mean for her to show me all the ways in which I can bring pleasure to her. This night, she will find me a more than willing trainee, learning how best to please her sacred cunt.
The six Trixikka standing guard outside my hut are quickly dismissed. They scatter like a herd of startled frizikki once I bark at them to leave. Rounding the doorway, I'm hit with a sight so beautiful, it steals the breath from my chest. My Zahreenah sits up on my nest, eyes a little sleepy looking but a slow smile spreads across her pretty mouth. "Did I wake you?" I ask, stepping forward.
"You did, but I don't mind." She reaches out for me to join her andGoddess damn me, if that doesn't make my heart beat three times faster.
Swiftly, I move to the nest, settling my body close beside hers. My Zahreenah is smaller than I. All the females are. It briefly makes me wonder how other males she has encountered in her past measure up to my Trixikka build. They must not have been impressive males, I tell myself, or they would have been able to protect their females from being taken from their homes. Impressive, or not, I am so much larger than my mate and the place she'd explained she would take my cock - her cunt - seemed a tight fit for just my single finger let alone my -
My mate giggles and turns to face me more fully, igniting the rumbling purr in my chest. I like her here in my arms, and I enjoy the sound of her laughter. "I love these little lights," she says, reaching up to stroke the tip of her finger down my temple. "They always let me know when you're thinking hard... what are you thinking of, Rynn?"
Her eyes are so big and round in the dim of the evening. Somehow, it makes my mate seem even more vulnerable and for the first time, I somewhat understand my ancestors who had wanted to keep their females high up, in the safety of the Eyrie Caves. "I am thinking of your cunt," I tell her, an answer which seems to inspire more giggles.
"Sohonest," Zahreenah laughs.
"Should I be any other way?"
My mate shakes her head and trails her finger over my temple again. "No." That fingertip of hers travels down my cheek to trace over my lips before dropping down my jaw, neck, and shoulder. Such a simple, gentle act, and it leaves me almost trembling, my purr beginning to thunder. My tail spirals around my mate's calf and holds on tight. "What would you like to do with me tonight,High Spear?"
"Anything...Everything." My voice is not my own. It comes out rough and thin all at once, like some thief had stolen it away. I'm gazing into the eyes of that thief right now and I couldn't be happier.
"Everything?" she chuckles, the sound warm and low. "Well, there are some things we can't do." My mate worries her lip with her little teeth before continuing. "You can't-... I want todo thingswith you, Rynn, but we can't afford for you to...spill your seedinside me. Alright?"
Because we will make a youngling that way. I consider this for a moment. Just the very thought of filling my mate with my seed has my cock aching with need, twin that with the image of my little-light cradling young of our own has my heart giving a painful lurch of longing in my chest. I want that. I'd not made frequent seed offerings to the Temple purely because when I have a son, I know I would step down from my role as High Spear. My father hadn't done that, and my care as a youngling had been split between four or five different elders and care-givers from the tribe. They all did their best for me. But they weren't my father. He'd always had to think of the tribe first, as any High Spear should. When I was a youth, I'd often felt guilty for wishing he would put me first instead. And so, my seed offerings to the Temple had been sparse.
But now? With my Zahreenah? There's an instinctual urge in my body, roaring that I should offer my seed to my mate as often as the waking hours would allow, and then even more once the twin suns have set.
She... does not want that though. That is what she is telling me now, and I will respect it, no matter how the thought of my cock being buried deep in the warm embrace of her cunt as I spill is making me a little light-headed to think of. "You do not want younglings," I say, clarifying and nodding my head. Honestly, this is all so new to me that I need to make sure I understand her correctly. "You do not want me to fill your cunt with my seed because you do not want sons." A thought hits me and I realize it might not be just sons that I might one day hold in my arms. "... or daughters.”Daughters… Fuck. My mate could give me daughters. A whole clutch of them. The thought makes my heart swell. But Zahreenah is being clear with me now. She does not want that. Not yet. “Your cunt is sacred and I will not misuse it," I vow, laying a palm over my heart-stars.
She flushes a deeper color here in the dark, and I know, if there were daylight in my hut, the stain on her cheeks would be the prettiest of pinks, the same shade of ripe, sticky, nectar berries. "I-... well, I-... not..." she huffs and mutters to herself, "I should have never taught you that word."
