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Cat's Eyes Ch.3 2/4
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Altaryn esVayan -- Catseyes III
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 2.
"Night is for other things, and I like you."
You've heard that one, to judge from your expression. I had no idea what
he meant. Oh, I was no virgin, I'd a lady or two on ri'Shalhas, and
same-sex pairings are common enough to cause no stir as they do in some
mainland areas, but that was the last thing on my mind at that moment.
*Yes*, Amber, I stared at you quite blankly again, wondering what other
things you meant. In true Amber fashion, he moved so he was kneeling in
front of me, and kissed me. That made it perfectly clear, Amber's
kisses being what they are, but I was still more than a little
off-balance. I had no time to argue, Amber's clothes were on the floor
in less time than I would have believed possible.
I think it would be best simply to say that Amber was as fond then of
giving pleasure as he is now, and it was a most... educational night,
and for the first time I truly understood how two males, whatever the
race, can find pleasure in each other. No, kitten, we are *not* going
to demonstrate, keep your hands to yourself.
The rest of the tale is simple enough -- he was there still when I woke,
and proved the mhaurri reputation for curiosity. He heard enough that
he decided to adopt me, and teach me about the mainland. I think it was
a little over a month that he stayed, and then he disappeared, and left
no trail I could follow. I left that city, a port north of here, and
began my wanderings. Here, after nearly two years of wondering where
Amber was, if he were well, wishing I could thank him, I walk the market
and come across none other, changed not at all. The rest you know.
* * *
I find Taryn's tale fascinating, and I'm no longer sure which of
these wonderful creatures I share bed and pleasure with is the more
exotic. It scarcely matterly, I have both and have no need to choose
either. Such predatory thoughts; I can't help but grin to myself.
Mine.
Then it occurs to me to wonder just how old Amber really is, if he
looked two years ago as he does now, but I know him too well to bother
asking.
Old enough, certainly.
Amber gives me a canny look. "What are you thinking, Kirrriel?"
That I'm alone in my room with these two gorgeous males, that we're all
sprawled on my bed half-dressed and somewhat close since the bed isn't
that large, the delicious scent of them both, the memory of our...
adventures last night and yesterday and the night before, how much I'm
enjoying learning about these two....
I gather myself, pounce on Taryn, the easier to reach. He makes a small
startled sound, flops onto his back with me over him, holding his
wrists against the bed on either side of his head.
"Gotcha."
"Indeed," he says, smiling. "That you do. Now what do you intend to do
with me?"
"Play with you," Amber says gleefully. He wriggles around so he can
remove Taryn's pants for him, I move to one side to make it easier but
don't let go of Taryn. He's taller than me by a little, true, and built
about the same, but I doubt he'd find it easy to escape if he tried. He
doesn't.
Amber settles himself so he can reach Taryn's cock, bats at it gently,
playfully, a couple of times, like a cat with a new toy. I wince to
myself, praying that Amber doesn't hurt him and end tonight's amusements
rather abruptly, but Taryn doesn't seem to object. Instead, he moans
softly, squirms a bit without making any real effort to escape.
Inspiration strikes.
"Move up," I order Taryn, and he obeys -- Amber squalls in protest. I
wrap my hands around Taryn's, make him close his around two of the
vertical bronze bars at the head of the bed. "Don't let go."
"I won't." He's shivering a little, I notice. Anticipation?
Amber moves closer again, dips his head to lick Taryn's balls lightly,
gets an answering gasp.
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End of Part 2.
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