"Will you stop saying that?!"
Anger blazes in her eyes and I cannot help but think that if she were Trixikka, her feathers would be ruffled, her tail would be lashing and her skin-stars would be racing all over that pretty, plump little body of hers.
I take a breath, willing my cock not to start tenting my loincloth as it so often wants to when around this female. "I did not know you were going to do that," I tell her. "If it puts you at ease, I am building you your own hut, so that you may touch your cunt as often as you please but still be safe-"
"Oh, God," she whines, hands now covering her face. "You're building me a masturbation hut?!Fantastic,just.... fan-fucking-tastic."
I do not know this word she uses. "I am building you a cunt-touching hut," I correct.
Ah-Lanah makes a noise like a dying frizikki and sinks into the water completely, her hands still pressed to her face as she goes. Perhaps she does not consider the building of her cunt-touching hut as 'fantastic' after all. I snort at first. She's fucking adorable. But, then I start to worry. How long can humans stay underwater, exactly? When bubbles float up and disrupt the water's surface I step closer to the pool's edge. "Ah-Lanah?"
Only more bubbles greet me.
Panic spiking a little, I drop into the pool, the warm waters completely swallowing my lower-half up to my mid-torso. "Ah-Lanah," I call again, wading forward until I'm looking down over the submerged female. My tail finds her under the water and wraps around her wrist.
I am about to plunge down to retrieve her when she slowly starts to surface, the dark crown of her head breaking free after a slow trickle of bubbles, her pretty hair heavy and slick with water. Her hands are still covering her face and I give a small tug with my tail - a request for her to look at me.
She does not comply.
"Ah-Lanah, look at me."
"No," she protests from behind her hand.
I snort at her defiance. My males would never dare refuse a request from their Second Spear, but this little female? I admire the stubborn streak she has running through her. It is like a blaze of lightning in the murky skies. "I do not mind it," I tell her, "building you a cunt-touching-"
One of her hands flies up to cover my mouth, uncovering only half of her face. It is the irritated-looking half, I decide. "If you call it that one more time, I swear toGodI'm going to drown you in this pool, Mavyx."
A smirk forms on my lips beneath her hand and I mumble a reply. "I'd like to see you try." The way her eyes narrow and she slaps my chest lets me know that she'd heard my words though.
"You weren't meant to see that. No one was. That was private and embarrassing!"
I catch her wrists and bundle them together, easily holding both of hers in one of my hands. "There is no reason to be embarrassed," I tell her, shrugging as I say, "I enjoyed it very much."
Ah-Lanah glares up at me and I think she may like to attempt that drowning now. I clear my throat and try something different to calm the murderous little female. "If it helps, I will admit to filling many a seed pot with thoughts of you since...this," I tell her, my free hand spanning my chest where my heart-star clusters are at their thickest. They pulse beneath my touch and Ah-Lanah's eyes fall to where I can't help but start rubbing at them, trying to ease the dull ache there. Her cheeks tint in a way that makes her impossibly beautiful and I itch to hold her pretty little female face in my hands.
"I imagine," I continue, my voice quiet, "that your-" What had Tessa called it again? "your...hor-moonsmight make you feel the same?" Tessa had said something like that; had told me after my constant questions, that they can make females easily upset, tired, or something called 'horn-nee'. The way the female blushed right after that last word indicated that Ah-Lanah was not about to sprout horns from her head like a male frizikki. I had guessed it was connected to the way she gets when her scent changes to that delicious aroma that makes my cock harder than a life-stone.
Her pretty brown eyes are still stuck on my heart-stars, her focus seeming to make them burn brighter and brighter. "Something like that," she says, swallowing. Her gaze flicks back up to me and she frowns. "But you still shouldn't have watched."
I have no defense. I know it was wrong of me. Releasing her wrists, I raise my hands and back away. "I apologize," I tell her as my back hits the edge of the pool.
Ah-Lanah watches me for a moment but does not choose to accept my apology. She rolls her eyes with a huff as she turns away to continue with her warm bathing. All I can do is stand there and watch as if she is the most fascinating creature to walk these lands. And, I will have to admit to myself that to me, she is.
Finding a small ledge on the opposite side of the pool, Ah-Lanah seats herself and leans against the cave wall at her back - a cave wall that has been worn relatively smooth by the constant waters. There are small flecks of life-stone embedded into the rock and they begin to glow their greens and golds close to where she sits, face slightly tilted up and eyes closed. Her pose is exactly as I would have pictured a Temple Goddess sitting, watching over us all, and deciding our fate. She looks every bit of something not of these lands - something higher, even higher than the High Spears, and maybe the Temple Goddesses, too.
She looks like something to be worshiped.
"Forgive me," I demand, the words sounding too loud after only the soft echoes of water for so long.
Ah-Lanah cracks open one eye.
And then promptly closes it.
"I apologized for -"
"Oh, I heard you, Second Spear," she says, eyes still closed, head tilted back, pretending to relax - pretending like she can ignore me.
I push off from the pool's edge and wade toward her, tail swishing in the waters behind me. With anyone else, I would not care enough for their forgiveness. From this little human Goddess, though? She has turned me to a fool who might well beg for it. Once I reach her, I stop short of my knees touching with hers where she sits on her perch. "Ah-Lanah," I demand, trying to get her to look at me. "Forgive me."
