My purr starts to rumble louder. "Hello."
She stares at me for a while and I am content to let her, because I cannot help but stare right back. She is beautiful in the morning. She is beautiful at any time of the day or night, but there is something about the soft vulnerability in her features this early that makes me feel she has not yet had time to recount the reasons she should be wary. It is as though, in sleep, her mind has thrown her worries around so they are flung all over the place and she has not yet found them all to pick them back up, and put them in order.
I squeeze her tighter to me, knowing at some point soon, she will retrieve those worries, dust them off and slot them into place like foundation stones. "How did you sleep?"
Ah-Lanah blinks at me as though she needs a second or two to figure out her answer. "Really well, actually."
"Good," I grunt, tightening my tail around her ankle as though I could tether her to me instead of letting her float away on her worries.
We are quiet for a time and I can tell I have already lost her. She is not pulling away at least, but if she were Trixikka, I would bet my finest feathers the skin-stars at her temples would be manic.
"What role do you see me playing here in the tribe?" she finally asks, her voice soft as she idly pets my heart-stars.
It is not the subject I had anticipated.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying - and failing - to ignore how she strokes my chest.
"I mean like a job? What am I meant to fill my days with? How can I be useful?"
I open my mouth to respond but my Ah-Lanah places her fingers over my lips.
"I swear to God, if you say'raising younglings'or something like that, I will kick you out of this nest so damn fast - I don't care how pretty your dick is."
My lips grow into a smile beneath her silencing fingers and she removes them. "You think my cock is pretty?"
Huffing, she rolls her eyes. "Forget I said that."
"I willnotbe doing that," I tell her, working to keep my face solemn. I do not think it is convincing. "In fact, I think I may need to alert the Elders so they may etch my name into the Eyrie Cave walls for future generations of Trixikka to learn;'Mavyx, fearsome and respected Second Spear, owner of the finest cock of all the Tribes'."
Ah-Lanah thwacks my chest, making me laugh. "Why are we talking about your glow-stick?"
Right, she was talking of her purpose in the tribe, and, in all honesty, Iwasgoing to say raising her youngling, it is a noble duty, after all. But these lands have not seen females in our tribe for generations, what knowledge have I of what females do? How they fit into tribe life? Even more, what knowledge have I on how females fit into their tribes where my Ah-Lanah hails from? Clearing my throat, I brush a thumb back and forth on the skin of my not-mate's back. "What role would you like?" An adorable little crease forms between her delicate human brows. "What role did you play before you came here?" I try instead.
I am quiet as I listen to Ah-Lanah tell me all about her duties in her old lands. The sheer scale of her tribe sounds beyond my mind's sight. And with so many tribesmates, my Ah-Lanah took it upon herself to make sure those with authority did not abuse such a power. It is an extremely admirable role, and one I am proud to claim my not-mate held.
"You wish to do something similar? Hold tribal leaders accountable?" I ask after she finishes describing some of the humans she has helped over the seasons.
"Well, I don't see me going out hunting to earn my keep," she says, and then, more quietly to herself, "or making pretty pieces of pottery." I allow myself a very quick quirk of my lips for that, thinking of the ugly seed pot she made - the one currently drying in my own hut. "And I know being a mom is important and will take up most of my time, but I would like to allow time for something else if I can. I think it would be good for me."
"If it is good for you, then you shall have it, Ah-Lanah."
She makes an amused huff.
"Maybe we can speak to Rynn and his Zahreenah. Perhaps you could hold duties of talks between humans and Trixikka? We males only want for our new females to be happy here with us, and maybe you could be the one to help us ensure this happens?"
One side of her mouth twists up into a smile and she stretches in my arms, the movement stunning me momentarily with how it makes me want to hold onto her even tighter. My purr pauses as if it, too is stunned into silence before it returns, vibrating my whole chest and making me feel warm and content. "That's actually a pretty good idea," she says, bright, genuine smile on her face for me now.
"As pretty as my cock?" I ask, arching a brow.
Something happens to my Ah-Lanah in that moment. At first, I think she is to swat at my chest or shove me like she so often does, but instead, her voice drops and becomes soft as she leans in. "Almost," she whispers against my lips before gifting me with one of her keeses.
If my pretty cock wasn't already hard, it is now. The damn thing has been standing to attention, stiff and heavy since before my waking - now, however? Now it feels as though I could bludgeon someone with it.
Ah-Lanah makes a low noise that I feel in every part of my body, even down to the quills of my feathers. Pushing those curves of hers up against me silences every single thought currently housed in my mind. My world narrows down to her soft female body pressed against my larger one and her insistent mouth moving against mine.
When she slips her tongue onto my mouth, I almost lose my mind. But then she is gone and I am left chasing her lips. My instincts tell me to growl at her to get back here, to command that her mouth is on mine and she is pressed as tightly up against my body as she can possibly get. But my growl halts in my throat, my command buzzing around my mind, because Ah-Lanah? She is ridding herself of the coverings on her legs, and suddenly any instruction I might have had for her pales in comparison to whatever it is she has planned.
"You want me to need you for things?" she asks, throwing her coverings to the floor and shoving me to my back. Normally, such a little push would do nothing at all, but this?ThisI allow quite willingly. My wings sprawl out behind me and arch around us both. I contemplate tucking them back, but I know Ah-Lanah is excited by the size of my wings so if anything, I stretch them wider, trying to seem bigger - more imposing if I can. And Ah-Lanah - she swings her leg over me and seats herself over the tops of my thighs. I groan at the sight; of those pretty chest-curves - her'tid-dees', her swelling belly and soft thighs parted over me. "Mavyx?" she prompts. Right - she'd asked something. "You want me to need you for things?"
