He had insisted I stay away from the feast, though. It had been less of a 'punishment', and more of strong suggestion from my friend, and it suited my intentions well.
I am full of ideas when it comes to Ah-Lanah these days, it seems. The one to build her a dwelling of her own had come to me while I was flying over the jungle, toward Zarriko's mountain. My mind had been full of the stubborn little female and how she had been so ready to step foot into the embrace of the wild, just for some privacy to touch her cunt. And yet again my irritation was stirred. Does she not know how many things want to eat her in there? Does she not know how many creatures think her a tasty meal?
I cannot confront her about it. She will know what it is I saw - what I stayed to watch.
And I do not think she will like me for it.
I do not know for certain, but I think cunt-touching is probably an activity done in private - something akin to seedpot filling. And, as much as riling Ah-Lanah up so that she spits her fire at me does pleasant things to the feeling in my stomach, I think this is different. I think that she might be the type of mad where those pleasant feelings in my gut would twist into very thorny,unpleasant ones indeed.
And I know that if I saw her sneaking off to the jungle to partake in cunt-touching again, I would follow her -again.
To make sure she is safe, of course.
I would try my hardest not to watch.
Even as I think the words, I taste them as the lies they are. I haven't stopped replaying her breathy little gasps and furious, jerking movements of her hand between her thighs since that day.
And it is precisely why the idea came to me to build Ah-Lanah her own hut. The other females will no doubt be getting their own dwellings soon, too. But selfishly, I do not care who builds them or when that may happen. The sooner I can build Ah-Lanah her own personal space for cunt-touching, the better. Anything - so long as she does not endanger herself in the jungle ever again.
I look down to her head still cradled in my lap. I would very much like to shift my legs and my tail feels fuzzy and numb, but I fear I may wake her with even the smallest of movements. She looks peaceful in her sleep. There are pleasing curly pieces of hair that frame her pretty face, and her full lips are parted softly. I cannot imagine even a Goddess could ever look so beautiful.
Sheisdrooling slightly on my loincloth, though.
And it is adorable.
The moons are still hanging low in the sky even with the light of the suns threatening to chase them away with the coming day. This part of the day has long been my favorite. When the elders and younglings remainl safe in their sleep and everything is still, like the lands and skies are taking a breath before charging forward. Having Ah-Lanah using me as her nest has only made me appreciate it more. Because she is sure to wake soon, and I know I am not ready for her nearness to end, fool that I am.
Movement in the skies draw my attention. The night patrol return to their huts and fresh Protector's launch into the air to take their place. At the south side of the village, a new flock of my males take flight to continue our searches for the missing human females. With each day that greets us without our discovery of them, my belief in their possible rescue dwindles. It has been many passings of the suns since our females arrived on that strange 'ship' as they call it, and the jungle is a harsh and hostile place for creatures so soft and fragile.
I look down at my Ah-Lanah again, sending thanks to the Goddesses that she is one of the found ones. Even if she will never even consider a matehood with me in all my living days, I will be grateful for this.
Her dark hair is wild in my lap and I long to stroke my fingers over it, to comb through it, to braid it from her pretty face if she might teach this warrior how. Even now, my hand raises before I can stop myself, my fingers paused above her head. She takes a sharp, sleepy inhale, a contented-sounding hum meeting my ears as she nuzzles into my lap, her cheek rubbing my cock.
And it is all too much.
A groan escapes me - a sound not unlike the one I make when filling my seedpot. This is the sweetest torture any male has ever endured and my heart stops when I see that I've woken her with the noise. Her eyes blink open and she looks around, not doubt surprised to find herself still out in the open and not tucked away in her nest. Her body stills and I find that mine does too. Slowly, she turns her face upward to see me looking down at her.
"Oh no," she whines, pressing the heels of her little human hands into her eyes. She rubs furiously and then blinks up at me again. "Shit."
Ah-Lanah sits up and scoots away from me. "Sorry, Mav, I didn't mean to-" she looks around, fussing with her hair absently as she does. "How long was I asleep?"
"For the night," I say, shrugging. "It is fine."
"What? That's not fine. That's-"
I watch her stretch her arms above her head, a slither of skin at her middle revealing itself with the pull of the movement. She looks soft and rounded there, too. It makes my mouth water to try some mouth-on-skin keesing. I imagine how vulnerable she might feel to have my mouth on her there - how I might possibly nip her softness with my teeth, and how I would reward and calm her with my purr for allowing me to touch the vulnerable areas of her little human body.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
Her arms fall back down, and with them, her coverings fall back into place too. Her question catches me off guard because I've been staring at her soft little middle like an idiot. "I..." Why didn't I wake her? I could have. All I know is she does not -can not- hate me and my cursed heart-stars when she is sleeping. "I fell asleep, too," I lie. "It was nothing."
Ah-Lanah gives me a look; a look that is quite obviously calling me a liar. But she says nothing, only taking a deep breath. It's then that her expression changes. Her brows pinch and one hand moves to her chest. She looks confused and worried, and, if I am honest, her normally beautiful rich brown skin is looking pale and sickly. Her exhale is shaky, and I know something is wrong. Have I upset her by letting her use me as a nest?
"Ah-Lanah, what is-"
She twists away from me violently, throwing one of her arms out to almost shove me away while she faces the other direction and-
And empties the contents of her stomach onto the ground.
