I’ve got to work on getting my memories back. I’ve got to get up to the flying cities somehow. I have a feeling they’ll know how to undo what’s been done. I can make this right somehow. I’m sure I can.
Boss is the happiest of my mates. I can sense a kind of calmness in him, and it makes me seek him out when the tension with the other two seems as though it might soon be at boiling point.
I find him walking in the woods, chewing on leaves and bits of grass which he plucks from trees and the ground quite happily and meditatively.
“Pet,” he greets me in his low, smooth voice.
“You like it here, huh?” I smile at him.
“I do,” he admits. “It is close to the planet where I was born. More trees, less grassland, but there is enough to satisfy the memories of my youth and assuage some of my nostalgia.”
“I think that’s… yeah,” I say. “That’s how I feel too. Like this is a place I was at some point, or came from, but forgot?”
“This is the land from which humans came. You are connected, deeply,” he says. “There is nothing that will ever break that bond, no matter how much you forget about yourself, or how much those flying cities try to pretend that they are better than what lies below.”
He’s so fucking wise, and so fucking kind.
And so fucking hot.
I don’t know if it’s a shift in the wind, or if I just give off mad amounts of pheromones when I have so much as a sexy thought, but he catches it. His big eyes turn toward me, and the corner of his mouth curls up in a sexy grin.
He is so much broader than I am. Almost three times as wide, I’d say, and that thick reddish hide with the big dark cascade of mane is enough to make me fucking quiver at the memory.
“We haven’t had a lot of alone time together, have we, pet?” He asks the question with that sexy smile that threatens to drive me wild.
“No,” I say, giggling a little.
I don’t know why I feel shy. He and my other mates have done all sorts of unspeakably filthy things to me. But there’s somethingabout being in nature with just Boss that makes me want to… I don’t know. Well, I do know. It makes me want to be fucked.
“Have you been a good girl?” He reaches out and caresses my chin, lifting my head to him.
“Mhm,” I lie. My god, I can already feel myself getting wet. It must be something in the air. A pollen or something. Or maybe it’s just the time of the month when my pussy craves cock like a goddamn animal. I don’t know the reason. What I do know, for absolute certain, is I would do anything he wanted right now.
“Kneel for me, pet.”
Fuck.
I don’t want to kneel. It always makes me feel so naughty and so vulnerable, but I find myself sinking down to the ground just as he has bidden me to do.
He’s wearing kind of a furry loincloth, which he slides away to reveal an erection so thick and so hard and so long I feel a pang of fear mixing with my need.
He steps forward, puts one hand on my head, and guides the tip of his cock to my lips. My knees are right next to his cloven hooves, and I look up the length of his strangely animal body as I open my mouth and welcome him in.
“Oh, you are a good girl,” he praises, his voice deep as he starts to fuck my mouth gently. He slides his cock over my tongue, finds the back of my throat, and pushes it there for a second before pulling out again. There’s something quite tender about the way he handles me. I am so vulnerable compared to him, and he is very aware of the size and strength difference.
“Such a good pet,” he praises, pulling his cock out and running the head over my lips. I taste the grassy tang of his pre-cum as he pushes it back between my lips ever so slowly, letting my mouth engulf him.
“Do you want to be mated, pet?”
“Mnnggsss,” I mumble around his cock.
He pulls free and lifts a brow at me, waiting to repeat my incoherent statement.
“Yes,” I say, my face burning with shyness.
He grins and lifts me up to my feet. “You are so good,” he praises me. It feels so nice to have his positive regard, to know that at least one of my mates is not disappointed in me for following my instincts.
“I am going to reward you nice and deep and hard,” he says as he picks me up, presses me back against a tree, and holds me in place while I grip his horns for stability. The head of his cock finds the tight, wet entrance to my pussy easily and surges against my opening in a series of shallow thrusts in an effort to help me slowly stretch and take his size.
