Itrynot to look.
But, I swear to all the Goddesses; what male could resist when such a sight is set before him?
Polly isgloriousstanding in only her bright pink under-covering hiding her rear from my sight, her arm banded around those lovely ‘breasts’.
She is all softness and lusciousness. There is a hypnotic jiggle to her body as she approaches the waters. The roundness of her, thebountiful curves - why is my mouth watering so much at the sight?
She tosses a look over her shoulder at me and although I should probably avert my gaze, I do not. I let my eyes feast on her, feeling my cock harden.Thatismyfemale. All of that ismine.
I am the luckiest of males to have received such a gift.
“I told you not to peek at me.”
“I am not ‘peeking’,” I tell her. “I am…appreciating.”
She blinks those pretty eyes at me as if I had just spoken nonsense words. And then she makes a scoffing-like noise before continuing to walk into the river-waters. “Pervert,” she mumbles to herself as she wades deeper.
I follow her, staying close so I can ward off any dentixxi who might dare approach. Tribesmales back at my village practically spar with each other for the privilege to protect the femaleswhile they bathe. They stand close by with their wings held wide, casting a fearsome shadow on the water that the dentixxi dare not venture near.
I cannot spread my wings wide. I can lift the right so that only the very tips drag in the water’s pull, but the left is a lost cause, mostly submerged and getting water-logged.
“What is…pervert?” I ask.
Polly dunks her body beneath the waters so only her head bobs above. “Someone who ogles someone else without consent.”
“Hm.” I can feel the tickle of my skin-stars flaring at that. The other females from the tribe had told me that consent in these matters - matters of their bodies - isthemost important aspect to consider when with a female. And it makes sense. The humans are built a lot smaller than Trixikka bodies. They must be protected and respected. I avert my gaze down to the running waters, my ears now picking up where my eyes are trying to stay respectful. I can hear the gentle sloshing of water as my Polly bathes and it is taking everything in me not to ‘ogle’ her once more.
After a moment or two of not enough noise-making for me to be sure that Polly is still near, I glance her way to find her still bobbing there with just her head above water, her pretty purple hair now wet and slicked back to her head. And, she is staring - staring atme. My chest and stomach to be specific.
My skin-stars race to decorate her area of interest, and I cannot help but inhale, puffing my chest up a little and squaring my shoulders. “Is it you who is partaking in a perverting on me now, my Polly?”
She blinks as though coming out of a stupor, her cheeks blooming into a glowing pink.
“You have my consent to pervert on me all you wish,” I tell her, unable to help the grin creeping across my lips.
She shakes her head and sends a spray of water my way, hitting me right in my unmovable grin. “Youneed to bathe too!”
“You are right,” I chuckle, scooping up handfuls of water and rubbing down my chest and stomach, feeling the trickle of skin-stars performing for my female. “You will have a much better view when I am clean.”
Polly groans and throws out a muttered, “you’re impossible,” before she dunks herself under the water again.
I laugh before she breaks the surface, shaking my head and telling her while I continue to wash away the grime from my skin, “no, I am definitelypossible.” I take a step toward her, ducking down to submerge more of myself into the waters. “Probable, even.” Polly rolls her eyes - eyes that are now at a level with mine as I near, river-waters sloshing over my shoulders. “In fact, I think where you’re concerned, little female,I am inevitable.”
We stare at one another for a while, nothing but the sound of the waters surrounding us. And, it is not the first time that I desperately wish to know what she is thinking. I watch her swallow, her hands fanning out around her in slow movements under the water. I itch so badly to reach out to all that softness and pull her close.
“Your wings are all wet,” she says, though the words are so raspy and faint, I hardly hear them. Water beads at the ends of her sopping purple hair, dripping back down to meet with the river again. I notice that just beneath the surface of the water, my Polly wears one of those human skin-etchings - a ‘tattoo’. And it is just as I had dreamed it would be; a simple outline of a heart. It rests where her heart-stars would ignite if she were Trixikka. I am reminded that Polly had said she was training to be a maker of these ‘tattoos’ and I wonder if she has any more on that lovely body of hers.
“They will dry,” I tell her.
“Your wound - those medicinal plants I had to apply to your-”
“It is not all washing away. The cool waters are helping.”
She looks like she wants to continue to protest, but she’s silenced when a big, fat raindrop hits her on the nose. She rears back a tiny bit, shaking her head and looking up to the skies. More raindrops fall. They come slowly for only a clutch of moments, and then, as if the skies themselves had upended a waterskin, they come thick and fast. The rain falls all around us, making a song of little splashes as they join the river-waters - the Goddesses quenching the land’s thirst.
Polly’s eyes find mine before scanning all around us where the raindrops continue to pelt the lands, making the surface of our river dance and jump, making the leaves of the jungle jerk and nod its eager approval of the rain. When she looks at me again, she…laughs. And… and my breath catches at the back of my throat. It is the most joyous sound that ever met my ears.
After only a moment I laugh with her, and the grin on my face is my widest yet. But my laughter trips and halts when Polly dips backward to float on her back, those gorgeous breasts of hers cresting the surface of the water. She stays afloat like that for a moment or two, the rain hitting more of her with her arms thrown wide like she’s welcoming it back home. Her eyes are closed, and there’s a serene smile on her face. I’ve never had much of an opinion on the rains - I’m not an Elder who bemoans the the weather affecting his joints, a Caregiver complaining that he cannot take his youngling charges out for lessons of flight, or a Hunter who returns from the jungle bedraggled and waterlogged. They never affected me one way or the other, but I am quickly forming a very strong opinion on the rains now.
