Rynn nods. "There is nothing for me if I do not have you."
An ugly sort of sob leaves me and I pull him in for the wettest, most frantic and inelegant kiss I've ever experienced. And I wouldn't change a thing. I feel so light, so giddy and yet my chest feels so tight - like my heart actuallyhurtsfor the amount of love contained within it right now. "I love you," I tell him between presses of our lips and then again, pulling away because I've never told anyone those words and I need to see him when I say them. I need him to know that I trust him with those words, my heart, my everything. "I love you, Rynn."
I can feel myself beaming at him like a loon. But I don't care, because he's beaming right back with a warm purr vibrating in his chest between us. And, as if this stupid, wonderful alien planet saw our smiles and wanted to smile right back, the rain stops abruptly, and the clouds part just as quickly as they'd appeared.
Rynn rests his forehead on mine again. "I love you, too, my mate."
Chapter 25
RYNN
My Zahreenah has given me the greatest gift a male could ever hope to receive. She has declared her love for me, she has declared herself my mate, she has declared herself utterly mine as I am hers. I am overcome with the realization. I knew my own feelings on the matter, but somehow, those feelings are only intensified now that I have knowledge that hers are a match with mine. To think of it, that this glorious, magnificent female holds such affection forme? I am lightheaded at the prospect and I am sure I am grinning and strutting around the village this day like a cock-proud young Protector. I do not care. Zahreenah welcomed me into the Promised Lands of her cunt again last night and judging by the moans and ferocious scratches she left on my back and shoulders, she welcomed my cock rather gladly. I cannot wait to do that again, and many, many more things with my mate.
For now, patrol shifts have changed as we still search for the missing females. Zarriko has sent word that he is yet to find the sleeping females or the two who were like my Zahreenah and awake - including the one they call 'Dove' whom he had and then lost. This troubles me. The jungles of our lands are not forgiving, especially for our new fragile females. As soon as this thought enters my mind, I catch the tail-end of Ah-lanah and Mavyx's bickering. She jabs a finger into his chest, shouts something about a 'controlling ass-hole', and storms away like a menacing cloud of thunder. Fragile indeed. I snicker to myself. Most of the females are not docile at all - my mate certainly isn't when in my nest. But they still have the tribe's protection, forever and always. My poor Second Spear looks torn as he watches Ah-lanah go with a furious scowl on his face, though his heart-stars dance on his skin for his mate. They will find their way with each other, of this, I am sure.
"High Spear," Aloryk calls me as he approaches. He is full of spirit this morning, his smile wide when he comes to stop before me, spear in hand and tail swaying back and forth. He bows and then continues to grin. "You have found the secret to the females, it seems."
I do not know what it is he speaks of, so I simply raise a brow.
"You..." his smile falters ever so slightly and he looks hesitant. "The sounds coming from your hut this last night, I... we did not know what those sounds meant. None of the Trixikka did. But Chaz-Titti explained to us that they were sounds of a good time. Of a very good time. That females make these sounds when they are pleased with their males. I congratulate you, High Spear on this, and I would like to know how it is done, so that one day, should the Goddesses bless me with a female of my own, she will sing my name, as our High Spearess sang yours this last night."
A surge of male pride shoots through me. Yes, I did please my female, and it seems the tribe is aware of this now too. I cannot help my smile when I remember how my mate had writhed and jerked with pleasure when I'd enjoyed tasting her.
Aloryk leans in, lowering his voice a little. "Can you share the secret, High Spear? We are all keen to learn the ways of our females and how best to please them."
Yes, I suppose they are. Especially with our plans to meet with High Spear Zarriko's tribe where every Trixikka male will be keen to see if his heart-stars will ignite. I look at him, considering, but I am in an exceptionally good mood this day, so I lean in to speak. "There are many pleasant rituals to master when it comes to these females," I tell him. "One of the most important ones seems to be an act named 'cunt-kissing'." Aloryk nods with eager interest as I continue to explain the basics of what I have learned.
After meeting with the elders, coordinating the next day's search and hunting parties as well as talking with the tribe's care-givers about their recent needs for the sons, I am more than ready to hold my mate and make use of my mouth on her delicious body so that I might taste her pleasure again.
"Rynn," she giggles into my mouth as I claim hers as soon as I find her near the fire with the other females. Her delicate hands rest on my shoulders for balance as she leans up on the tips of her toes to better receive my kiss. I groan at the feel of her against me and how different she is to me - her soft, plentiful curves pressed to my Protector's body. Goddess, I need to bury my cock inside her right now.
With those pleasant thoughts in my mind, I break our mouth-on-mouth-kissing to growl, "you're coming with me now, little-light," and bend to lift her swiftly up so that I may carry her over my shoulder like she were my hunter's prize. And what a prize my Zahreenah is. She yelps and wriggles, grasping at my feathers as I walk, ignoring tribesmember's stares as I take her back to our hut. Zahreenah is laughing despite her struggles and this makes me smile. I give her beautiful tailless rear a firm tap with my hand and her struggles cease instantly with a little gasp. Interesting.
"Rynn, put me down," she commands.
I do not.
"Rynn, I need to talk to you."
"You can talk to me as I carry you to my nest, my mate," I tell her, "and then you may continue talking to me while I am enjoying my favored meal of cunt-kissing."
"Oh, my God, Rynn!" my Zahreenah hisses. "Keep it down when saying things like that!" she says, her little fists twisting rather uncomfortably in my feathers now.
I reach up with my tail and use it to wrap around her small wrists, binding them together as I walk. Let's save her feather-pulling for when we are well and truly in the throes of pleasure, shall we? When we are like that together, I wouldn't care if she plucked me of all my plumage if it means she is enjoying herself with me.
My hut has never felt so far away as it does now. Not with how my mate calls me something called a 'caveman' and follows it up with a breathy little laugh. Finally, when we reach our home, I unbound her wrists from my tail and place her back on her feet, quickly capturing her mouth with mine, lest she forgets just how much I want her in this moment. In every moment, truly, but I have been a patient male for the past few hours, busying myself with matters of the tribe. Surely my Zahreenah will take pity on me and allow me to perform the cunt-kissing that I so crave.
She has turned me to madness, this female.
My little-light pulls away but I am pleased to note she is panting and needy, her little hands grasping at me and her back arching into my frame. "Wait-wait-wait," she says breathily. I bend my larger frame right over her, eager to reach everything she might offer me. My mouth falls to beneath her jaw, following the soft and deliciously scented skin there. I cannot help myself, I nip her lightly with my teeth. My Zahreenah likes that and she moans before cursing to herself. "Rynn, I still need to talk to you," she says, the words whiney even as she tilts her head to gift me more access to her throat.
"So talk, my little female," I rasp into her skin, my tail coming up to curl around the top of Zahreenah's beautifully soft thigh. The tufted tip rests against her covered cunt. I swipe it side to side slowly, noting the sudden inhale she takes.
When I change the movement to a sharp flicking, my mate groans, her hands gripping tightly in my hair. "Oh God, you play dirty, baby," she tells me, her voice dipping into that husky tone that makes my cock surge. That voice is for me.Only me.And I love it.
This time when we join, Zahreenah grins and asks if I want to 'fuck her from behind'. I do not know what this means but I am more than willing. Even more so, when my mate drops to her hands and knees in my nest, arching her beautiful tailless rump upward and presenting her cunt to me as she smiles over her shoulder. Every new angle that I see my Zahreenah from I think is my favorite and this is no exception. I take her like this, surprised at how she cries out and begs for me to thrust harder, be rougher.
Afterward - after Zahreenah near sobbed my name and I've cleaned my seed from all over her lovely round rear and back, she is tucked into my side and drawing idle patterns on the skin of my chest, her fingertip tracing little paths from one glowing heart-star to the next. "I did not know it could be done that way," I tell her, still a little dazed. She chuckles and nuzzles closer to me. "Did I hurt you, my mate?" The thought has gnawed at me ever since I spent my seed on her. "I gripped your body very tightly in my hands and I could not stop myself from pounding into your sweet little cunt, it felt too good, but if I-"
