Ah-Lanah has been as irritable and prickly as a jungle hog with a litter to defend these last few days. I must say that my feelings are a kin to hers also, and my trainees are becoming more and more wary of my moods. I do not mean to snap and snarl. I do not mean to push them harder than perhaps is necessary. And, I certainly did not mean take poor Gryllx by the throat that time. It was just-... he hadtouchedher. Touched my Ah-Lanah. I can blame it on that delicious scent of hers that was perfuming the air, but I know I would have felt the same if she had smelt the way she always does - I would still like it. I like it a little too much if I am honest with myself. And I still would have thirsted to spill the blood of any male who had dared try to take her from me.
Even though it had been a challenge I had set at their feet just mere moments earlier.
What is wrong with me? Why must I be cursed with these feelings? Why must the Goddesses see fit to torment me with this female I cannot have?
I have kept my distance since that day when her scent had made me salivate like a ravenous mountain hound. She did not want me to perform the sacred act of cunt-keessing, and, if she had not demanded I return her to the village below, I may well have dropped to my knees and begged. I can thank her for that small mercy at least.
I snort to myself up here on my rocky perch, my vantage point high above the tribe below. Imagine it - my people's mighty Second Spear on his knees and begging. I have never begged for anything in my life, but she-
Crouching, my eyes are trained on the singular figure of the female in question far down below. My tail swipes across the rocky ground behind me, small stones clacking, crumbling and tripping down the mountainside at my movement. I feel frustration beyond belief. I feel like there is an itch - an itch deeper than my skin, and try as I may, I cannot scratch it, I cannot banish it, I cannot find relief.
I am ashamed to admit that I have filled seed pots in the privacy of my own hut these last few nights, and I have no intentions to make offerings to the Temple. I have never touched my cock in such a way without this purpose - the purpose to honor my Temple. But now, when I do so - when I grip my rigid length and stroke until release, I do so with Ah-Lanah in my mind. Her face, her scent, her voice, her beautiful round tailless backside - it all spurs me on until my pot is nearly overflowing.
I have thought to leave the offering at the female's hut for her, but I know she would not accept it. All the females are careful not to even touch the seed pods that are left for them, so I think perhaps this is not a typical gift of honorance where they are from. No, if I wanted to leave something for Ah-Lanah it would need to be-
I shake my head of the thought. She does not want anything from me and I should remember this, fool that I am.
Taking in a long breath, I close my eyes to the blazing suns ahead. Stretching out my wings, I enjoy the warmth seeping into my feathers. I need to think of training my Protectors. I need to think of when next to set a hunt to gather more kills for our stores. I need to think of the search parties we still send out daily - where they have covered and where they now need to scour for the missing females. So many things that need space in my mind right now, but still all there is is Ah-Lanah.
My eyes open again and search down below to find her. She is not by the cookfire like she had been before but it does not take long for my sights to set on her dark hair and lovely soft figure. When I find her, however, I cannot help the growl that threatens in my throat. That damn female is alone and what's more, she is at the edge of the village, heading right for the dense forest. What does she mean to accomplish by putting herself in such danger?
My hands clench into fists. Why is no-one watching her? Why have they seen fit to compromise her safety? All about the village there are Protectors and males stationed, but many of them are lax in their vigilance. With a grunt and a promise to make my males regret their incompetence, I launch head-first down the mountain, my wings tucked close on the swift descent and then spreading wide, catching on an updraft. I glide across my village toward the jungle where my female had just disappeared, feeling my anger simmer the closer I get.
What is she thinking? Doesn't she realize how dangerous it is for a soft, little creature like her to go into the forest alone? Ah-Lanah may have the sharpest mind and tongue I've ever encountered, but her human body is basically defenseless. Tender and vulnerable - ready for something to come along and devour her.
Silently, I swoop down and land in a sturdy gubb-gubb tree, its bright pink, velvety vines draping outwards, almost strangling the other trees surrounding it. Stealthily, I slip from branch to branch, pausing only to scent the air. My Ah-Lanah is near, and her scent is changing to that same delicious one from before. Is this why she separated from the tribe? To distance herself from others while her body gives off that gloriously curious perfume?
In the days since that first time I caught that scent, I'd realized that I'd smelt something...similar. My High Spear's mate, Serena's scent sometimes changes when Rynn puts his mouth on hers for their 'keesses'. He would normally whisk her off to his hut when her scent became particularly strong. It was a pleasant aroma to be sure, but nowhere near as enticing as my Ah-Lanah's. And when my High Spear and High Spearess return, Serena wears pink cheeks and my friend's own scent all over her. Perhaps without allowing a male to take her to his hut, a female experiencing this change in her body will normally take herself away until her regular scent returns? Is this what she is doing? Hiding from males?
All of my instincts scream at me to bellow into the deep of the jungle for Ah-Lanah to show herself and demand that she explain why she thought endangering herself was a good idea. But what if there is something I am not understanding about the situation? Females are confusing - human ones especially. So I continue to stalk further into the jungle, searching for her like I were on a hunt. Just as my heart begins to flitter nervously in my chest at the thought of not being able to find her, I catch that exquisite scent on the air again. Thick and heady, I close my eyes with a quiet groan to better feast on her aroma. This might be all I'll ever get of her, so I mean to savor it.
From somewhere within a shady patch of jungle, under one of the dark-leafed night-trees a whine reaches my ears and suddenly my whole body is alight. My stars are going wild across my skin because I recognize that noise as the one Ah-Lanah had made while her body had writhed against me when I had her pressed to the cave wall. What is she doing down there?
Slowly, silently, I navigate from tree to tree, pausing to listen and scent the air. I am close to her, I know it. Letting out a moan was her biggest mistake - and my biggest boon. There, down below, sat with her back to the night tree, Ah-Lanah has her face turned up to the leafy jungle canopy but her eyes remain clamped shut and her lips parted prettily.
There's a desperate line to her brow that I can't look away from until my eyes snag on a jerky, twitchy movement. My intent gaze drops to the delicate slope of her shoulder, down her golden-brown arm to where her hand disappears into her pink leg-coverings. I'm confused for a moment or two. I can't put the moans and gasps together with the image I see before me, but it hits me like a powerful bolt of lightning.
That urge I had to stroke my cock at night - the urge to experience the temporary relief to that elusive itch when I spilled my seed... Do females feel a similar urge? Will Ah-Lanah spill female seed? Is there such a thing?
I must admit, curiosity fills me, and my cock stiffens at the thought.
But if this is something similar, then Ah-Lanah braved the dangers of the jungle for some privacy, and here I am encroaching on that.
I should turn my back. I should move to a different tree instead of the one looming over her. I should allow her her privacy.
I dononeof those things.
Instead, I lean further over her, hidden in the tree like a damned and devious Shadow-Wing.
By all the Goddesses in the Temple, she is starkly beautiful like this, though. I have never seen, heard, nor scented anything like it, and if I'm to be punished for watching, then so be it.
Ah-Lanah whimpers, her hand movements speeding up beneath the pink cloth. Her feet arch, her curiously pink-stained toes digging into the dirt of the forest floor. She holds her breath and I find myself doing the same as I watch her face tense, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
What I wouldn't give to sooth her own bite with my mouth to only inflame it with a nip of my own. I lean further forward, so intent on watching her that I think I wouldn't even notice if the twin suns fell out of the sky in this very moment.
Suddenly, her body goes rigid and she holds herself there for a heartbeat or two. Her gasp breaks off raggedly and she begins to pant, sagging back against the bark of the tree. Ah-Lanah retracts her hand from between her legs and sits for a while, regaining her composure.
There was no great gush of female seed, so perhaps that is not what happens. Her scent is stronger than ever though, and it is making me feel light-headed as if I've just consumed five tankards of the heady fermented fylli juice.
