“It doesn’t matter,” she is quick to say. I narrow my good eye at her, and she softly adds, “I’ll tell you another time. Not tonight.” The way her gaze deflects down to the ground and how she chews at her bottom lip suggests she is embarrassed in some way, so I do not press her for answers.
“Come,” I say, releasing her wrist and loading my arms up with more glowing life-stones from my stores. “Let us bathe.”
* * *
With a leather bag full of life-stones around my shoulder, I carry my Bea to the riverwaters. I do not think she particularly enjoystravelling by wing, but I very much enjoy holding her. She is a comforting weight in my arms. Not so delicate that I, much larger as I am, could accidentally crush her smaller frame. She is just perfect, and no amount of fear of making wrong choices could convince me otherwise.
Once we land, I set my female on her feet and offer her my tail. She looks at it like she expects me to perform a trick. “Hold onto me and stay close. You are safe with me here, but it is dark and I can protect you better if I am always aware of where you are.” Bea clutches her clean sleep-coverings and nods her head in the darkness. I feel a small, delicate grip circle the end of my tail, just before my tufted tip.
I… I try not to groan.
No-one has ever touched me there, and I had not known it was going to feel likethat.
Instead of letting out the rumble of pleasure that I managed to wrestle in my throat, I make a strangled sort of grunt instead. It sounds like a dying frizikki.
So as not to give Bea time to question my strange noises, I move closer to the trickling riverwaters to throw a handful of small life-stones into the river. When the stones sink, their light of many colors glow from the riverbed, illuminating the waters for Bea and I.
All around us is the black of night, although I can see and sense which creatures are close - even with only one good eye. None of the beasts are a threat to my Bea, and many have scurried away as soon as we landed on the riverbank. I throw more life-stones around this little patch of riverwaters for good measure, though.
A soft little gasp comes from beside me, and I peer down to see her beautiful smile lit by the new glow of the river.
“It looks like a swimming pool all lit up at night,” she says, grinning up at me. “Like at a fancy spa or a tropical resort or something.”
I do not know what it is that she means by these words, but by the look on her face, I can tell it is something good. I make a note to try and make my little Bea gasp like that as often as I can.
Nodding my head without truly knowing what I am agreeing to, I gesture to the waters. “We will stay in the shallows. No deeper than your waist, little Bea. The riverwaters look gentle this night, but there can be a strength beneath the surface that we must not be fooled by.”
I rid myself of my loincloth coverings and start wading in. The waters are cool, but the sensation is pleasant. Not like the waters that melt from the mountain’s ice. A few steps in, and I feel Bea’s grasp slip from my tail and looking back to her, confirms that she is not following along behind and instead, stays with her feet on the bank. “You do not wish to bathe?”
Her eyes are… not on my face. Instead, she is staring a lot lower. I twist fully around to give her the full view of my body. It is littered with many scars and is large - large all over, and much larger than a good portion of my brothers. Is this pleasing to her eye? Or do I frighten her with my size? She still has not answered my question or moved from the bank. “Bea?”
“Uh-” shaking her head, she finally looks me in the eye. “Sorry, I just-… hadn’t thought about the being naked aspect of this whole thing.”
Right. The human females have strange views on nudity. And Bea in particular isn’t one to frequent the river like a few of the others do. She has been a couple of times, both times asking me to shield her from the view of the others with my wings. Oh, how my chest had swelled with pride at being chosen to be trusted with this task. Unfortunately, my chest had not been the only thing to swell.
Both times, we had remained clothed as she bathed. I had not thought to this time. There is no other person here. It is just me and my mate.
I look down at my frame, the waters only up to my shins. My cock is… already starting to harden. “I can put my loincloth back on if my body offends you, little Bea.”
Her pretty eyes widen. “Offends?… your body doesn’t offend me, Zyn, I just-… I don’t know, I-…” She pauses to take a deep breath, her change of coverings balled up in her small human hands before she mutters something under her breath, throwing her handful aside. She then starts to remove what she is wearing. “I trust you,” she tells me as she straightens up, her beautiful body completely bare. It is very difficult to keep my good eye on her face when she is like this. “And maybe if we’re more relaxed with each other, it will help to make your heart-stars shine brighter, right?” she adds, raising one shoulder in a shrug. I cannot answer - I am too busy wishing for two good eyes so that I may take in even more of the beauty before me.By all the Goddesses, I would wish for a face full of eyes to view my Bea like this.
She wades into the water, walking that bare body of hers right past me as I stand here like an idiotic green-male frozen in awe. Her tailless rear jiggles before it is obscured by the deeper waters. I swallow thickly. Maybe this female should not trust me at all because I-… I want tobiteher. Why should I want to bite her? That makes no sense at all. She is not food for feasting on, and yet I want to taste every part of her. My mouth waters at the thought.
Fuck.
Goddess, save me!
I do not know about‘being more relaxed with each other’. I am verynot relaxedright now. I feel similar to how it is before a fight - before a battle or a hunt. But I do not wish to fight or huntmy little Bea. I wish to protect and care for her… and bite her now, for some reason.
Shaking out of my daze, I follow my female into the deeper waters. The river up to her waist and barely covering my cock. Bea’s arm bands over her special female chest-curves - her wonderful ‘breasts’.
“Why do I want to bite you?”
I… had not meant to say that out loud.
Bea’s mouth hangs open a second or two and I am about to apologize for not holding my tongue, but then she laughs.
It is my most favorite of sounds.
