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Cat's- eyes
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Cat's-eyes
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 1.
It's an interesting city, Corelis is, I'll give it that. Never seems to
be time to get bored around here, as one of my old tracking-partners
said once. Me, I say there's never enough time to have a peaceful cup
of ale and a sound night's sleep.
What makes Corelis so different is that it's a port city. People of
countless lands and countless races turn up here. It's not at all an
ill place for one human guide to linger and wait for a job.
Or to find a tavern and stop for a swallow or three of ale. Not the
finest of taverns, certainly, but the drinks are less watered than
some I've endured, and the minstrel at the hearth has some degree of
skill, at least. Nor is it overly crowded, a few mercenaries, other
guides like me, a stray whore or two. One of the guides I've seen
around before, he's handsome enough, I wonder if he's any use in bed.
Or, for that matter, if he has any interest in women. I settle down
to enjoy my ale and the view and my musings, and consider speaking to
the good-looking dark one in the far corner.
I've barely managed the second mouthful before I hear the chaos outside.
"Catch him! The little bastard's a thief! Damned mhaurri...."
Someone darts into the tavern, someone small and quick. He or she
pauses for a heartbeat, scanning the room, not even long enough for
anyone else to take notice, before diving under a table near the wall
and effectively disappearing.
Close behind comes a man, a merchant to judge by the wealth of his
clothes, and two fighters who are probably his. They look around the
room, scowling such similar expressions that I almost laugh. So-ho, a
little thief has managed to sting one of Corelis' merchant-lords, hm? I
have no love for them, arrogant haughty fools for the most part.
One of the guards notices me noticing them, from my corner table, and
snaps, "Did a thief come in here?"
"No one's come in here since me." And I've obviously been here more
than a few seconds. They have no reason to believe me, I know, but
their kind tend to be quite sure no one would *dare* lie to them.
They glare around suspiciously a little longer, then leave, plainly
feeling some loss of pride for having let a thief escape. The merchant
is, anyway, because he's berating his guards as incompetents.
Stillness, then the thief wriggles out from under the table,
straightens, and comes straight to me.
"You lied, you knew I was therrre. Thank you." A soft tenor voice, a
slightly odd accent, and that 'r' sound is a strange sort of trill.
The thief is wearing all dusty black, dirty gray -- simple tunic and
breeches and a hooded cloak that only reaches knee-length. From under
the hood the most startling eyes gaze up at me -- feline, slanted and
slit-pupilled and green with more than a hint of gold. Mhaurri, they'd
been screaming. Well, they'd gotten that part right, at least. Male
or female? No way to tell, really, mhaurri are all short and mostly
very slender. This one may be a little over five feet, but not much
more, and has a typical mhaurri build. Tawny hair, deep gold with a
hint of red to it, falls long and loose on both sides of a face I could
almost call elven, save that it is dominated by those fascinating eyes.
No way to reliably tell age, either, but he or she *looks* like a human
of sixteen or so.
I shrug, and answer. "I won't pass up the chance to let one of those
pompous fools with their noses in the air stumble a bit."
A mischievous grin crosses that all-too-attractive face. "He was not
pleased with Amberr. He saw me and prromised silverr forr me to mate
with him." The grin widened. "He did not know that Amberr be *male*
mhaurri, not female. He did not like that."
I can't help but laugh. Oh, there are a few merchant-lords, and others
for that matter, who call same-sex pleasure unclean. The image of
one-such finding out that the pretty feline 'girl' he'd hired wasn't a
girl at all....
"That deserves a drink. On me."
He -- Amber? -- slid gracefully into the seat across from me. A whore?
They're common enough here, both sexes. Maybe, but I wouldn't lay money
on it. "My thanks again. What name calls you?"
"Kiriel."
The bar-wench makes an appearance, waits expectantly. Amber thinks for
a moment, looks at me, and says, "Mulled wine?" in such a wistful tone
that even though it costs a bit more I haven't the heart to say no. I
nod, and the wench flounces off to her work.
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Cat's-eyes
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Part 2.
"Has it occured to you that there's safer prey than a merchant-lord?" I
ask him.
He grins again. "Aye, it has. Yet such arrogance and foolishness near
beg to be made use of. And who be Amber to resist such an easy prize,
hrrm?"
"Wouldn't've been easy if they'd caught you."
"Caught me?" That seems to amuse him greatly. "A human catch a mhaurri
who does not wish it? That be very... hm, what be the word. Impossible.
Aye, and a very strange idea, at that. Mhaurri caught unwilling."
The wench brings his wine, I toss her the coppers for it. She catches
them neatly.
Amber tastes the hot spiced wine, and smiles happily. He makes small
contented purring sounds while he takes a swallow.
Somehow, we keep talking, and somehow I decide to buy us each a second
drink. Somehow, a third, and a fourth, and alcohol affects mhaurri, it
would seem, as easily as it affects humans.
Somehow I'll wonder until my dying day, I wake in my own bed in the room
I rent by the sennight, or more properly *on* my bed, still dressed. I
groan to myself, I hate hangovers, who doesn't? and cautiously roll onto
my back.
The other side of my bed is occupied. By a mhaurri who's coiled into a
ball, his cloak around him, still soundly asleep.
*Blessed Lady, what happened?* I wonder, hazily. It doesn't *look*
like I slept with him, at least, in anything but the most literal sense.
I change position again, and he stirs, lets out a soft mew I interpret
as distress.
"'Morning," I manage to get out. Good it's not.
He makes an affirmative sort of sound, more like acknowledgement that he
heard me than anything else.
I'm not going to bother describing the morning, it was a typical
morning-after of misery. Misery I endured alone, because Amber left
within an hour of waking.
* * *
Goddess, I ache.
As much as I needed the practice -- my sword-skill is getting a little
rusty, though never my sword -- sparring all afternoon and evening with
three acquaintances of mine was definitely overdoing it. All I want is
a nice hot bath.... Part of why I base in Corelis is that they have
indoor plumbing, a luxury no one can appreciate until they spend a month
or two in a city lacking it.
I unlock my door, and stop short just inside.
There's water running in the bathroom, my own that I consider worth the
extra money, and someone is singing softly, a lilting song in no
language *I've* ever heard.
Warily, I draw my dagger, keep it against my side as I cross the room to
the half-shut door. There's no light, whoever's in there hasn't
bothered to turn on the witchlight in the bathroom or the one in the main
room. Still, there's quite a bit of moonlight, this far north there are
five moons visible, and my eyes are adapted to the dark already. Quietly,
I push the door open a little farther so I can see in.
A pile of clothes, faded black, dull gray, not far inside the door.
Beyond them... Amber. He's standing beside the tub, apparently oblivious
while he watches something. I can only see him from behind, from this
angle. The soft-looking tawny hair that's been tempting me from first
sight grows right down his spine, all the way to the feline tail swaying
lazily in the air. Suddenly I want very much to stroke that fur and see
if it's really as soft as it looks, to slide my hands down over that
extremely well-shaped ass....
His tail twitches, he pauses, raises his head to scent the air.
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Cat's-eyes
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Part 3.
"Good evening, Kirrriel." He draws out the trill mhaurri seem to think
is an 'r' sound.
"Amber, what are you doing.... How did you get in here?"
"Come join me?" he says, as if he hasn't heard me at all. He stands
up, stretches languorously.
I'm only human. Watching the effects of that stretch, even in the poor
light, or maybe especially in the moonlight would be more accurate, makes
my breath catch. He turns to face me, and for a long moment I'm completely
distracted looking at him. I'm used to big rough human fighters; Amber is
utterly unlike them, but no less *male*. Certainly quite male enough to
cause a familiar clenching in my guts that I haven't felt in some time.
It occurs to me that the last time was a few days ago, when I first saw
this cat-child.
"Kirrriel?" he purrs. He comes towards me, two smooth strides and he's
right in front of me. Quite naked, very beautiful. He runs one finger
down my body, from the hollow of my throat to my belt, his smile is pure
invitation. "Let's get rid of all these clothes, hrrm? I saw you
fighting. I thought you'd like a bath." He nods towards the tub. Only
then do I notice that it's full.
"How did you get in here?" is all I can think to repeat. Finding an
extremely sexy cat waiting naked for one can have something of an ill
effect on logic.
He smiles. "My secret." He starts on my belt, gets it undone swiftly,
and I can't gather my thoughts enough to do anything but let him.
Briefly, he pauses, takes the dagger from my hand and resheathes it and
lays the whole, belt and knife, aside. He drops to one knee, removes my
boots for me, gently, then straightens. Quick light hands unfasten my
pants, slide them down over my hips. I'm too tall for him to really
help with my shirt, I collect my wits enough to pull it over my head
and drop it with the rest. My underclothes soon follow.
"Bath?" he reminds me.
Obediently, I step into the deliciously hot water, slowly settle into
it. Amber disappears, leaving me to soak in heat and moonlight, and try
to get my internal balance back. I close my eyes, relax. My instincts
are good, Amber means no harm. And I'm finding myself suddenly very
curious about mhaurri ideas of pleasure. All that silky-looking tawny
fur, those deft gentle hands that could probably pick a pocket with no
one the wiser....
I only realize he's back when he purrs my name again. I open my eyes,
realize I've been absently stroking myself between my legs, matching my
fantasy. He smiles, I could almost think there's something smug in it,
and reaches across me for the soap. Without a word, he dips it in the
water, gets both hands thoroughly lathered, and puts the soap back in
its place. He starts on my nearer arm, missing not a single inch,
taking his time, then the other arm, then back, across my chest. He
doesn't linger any longer over my breasts than anywhere else, just
finishes and rinses the soap off with water cupped in his hands. Then
he has me lean forward, while he gives my back the same treatment.
I'm beginning to understand the reason some highborn keep servants to
tend them in the bath. Amber's hands feel *very* good, methodically
cleaning away the sweat.
He tells me to raise each leg for him, one at a time, so he can see to
them as well, from toes to upper thigh. With soapy hands he caresses my
stomach under the water, and slides one of them between my legs, runs it
upward with enough pressure to make me shiver as my body responds.
"All clean," he purrs, satisfied. He reaches for a towel, waits for me
to stand up so he can wrap it around me. A second on the floor, for me
to step out onto, while he lets the water begin draining. In a
heartbeat, he's in front of me again, this time towelling me dry with
infinite care for overworked muscles. What can I do but let him? What
can I *want* to do but enjoy the attention?
Once the towels are hung to dry, he looks up at me with a mischievous
smile, laces the fingers of one hand through mine, and tugs me towards
the other room. The bed, more precisely.
"Lie down, Kirrriel. On your front."
A little puzzled, I obey.
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Cat's-eyes
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 4.
The mhaurri settles himself straddling my legs, and begins very
carefully to massage the taut muscles across my shoulders. It hurts a
bit at first, but it feels wonderful nonetheless. Gradually, as
methodically as he washed me, he works his way down my body. When he
reaches my buttocks and my thighs, I expect him to wander, but he
doesn't, he seems entirely intent on his task. It's one of the few
massages I've ever had that goes all the way down to my feet, and
possibly the first that didn't tickle at all.
"Roll over."
So he can do the other half of my body. I open my eyes halfway while
he's just below my ribs, to find his gaze locked on his own hands. Like
any cat, he knows when he's being watched, looks up, smiles. Leans
forward to press a kiss to my lips, only a light and all too brief one,
but it promises worlds. I close my eyes again, let myself drift with
the sensations, not thinking at all.
"I'm done."
"Hmph."
He chuckles, a fascinating sound. "I did not say done all things." He
shifts position a bit, and the tip of his tongue flicks over my right
nipple. My breath catches, I tense, waiting impatiently for more.
Which he obligingly provides, by closing his mouth around as much of
that breast as he can and suckling like a hungry kitten. He's purring,
too, I can feel the vibrations against my skin. He switches sides,
after a moment, still purring, sucking hard. I moan, just a little,
and he laughs again without a pause. He raises his head, plants a kiss
in the centre of my belly, and moves so he can part my legs, lean down
and nuzzle at my groin. He runs his tongue over my clit, it's rougher
than a human's but not painfully so, then drops lower, teasing around
the opening there, probing inside. Back up to my clit, I'd swear if I
were watching I'd see him lapping at it like a cat drinks milk, very
fast and light. My hands clench, digging into the blankets below me,
as a wave of intense pleasure shudders through every nerve. Amber
doesn't falter for even an eyeblink, not until I've moaned my way to a
second, even more intense, climax. He might *look* young, but he
certainly knows what he's doing!
After the second, he sits up, licking his lips. "Was good?"
"Was very very good," I tell him, a bit breathlessly.
"Amber *likes* to please...." He runs his tongue over his teeth. "What
pleases you?"
What pleases me. Many many thoughts flash through my mind. I choose
one. "Lie down. On your back."
Without hesitation he does. I kneel as he was, straddling his legs,
and return the favour. He's not as large as the average human man, it
occurs to me that I just might be able to get him all the way down my
throat, something I can accomplish only occasionally. I wrap a hand
around his cock, pull the skin back -- shape-wise, at least, it's human
enough -- and lick at the under and just behind the head. His turn to
whimper, barely audibly, as I take the head into my mouth, wary of my
teeth, slide it out again. In again, slightly deeper, out, a bit
farther each time. Amber moans, once, and begins to purr thunderously.
Well, at least it's easy to tell if a mhaurri lover likes what you're
doing! Gag reflex kicks in; I pull back, let myself recover for a
second, then continue. It's not the last time, either. Patiently, I
keep trying, and finally get his entire length in my throat. His
purring only increases as I slide him in and out, from the very tip to
the very base; his hips buck upwards, but I hold him still with my free
hand. Unfortunately, my jaw is beginning to ache. I raise my head,
take the time to catch my breath, and resume, differently. Rather than
trying to take him inside, I stroke my tongue firmly up and down the
length of the underside of his cock. If Amber has any objections, he's
not letting them show; he shivers, and only my hand is keeping him from
taking a more active part in the proceedings.
I don't want to finish him this way, though, I want him inside me
another way. I consider positions, it doesn't take long for me to
decide which.
"Amber?"
"Hrrrmm?"
"Up."
So I have room to arrange myself on my hands and knees, and so he can
kneel behind me, responsive to even implicit requests. I'm dripping
wet by this point, I want this cat-child in me so badly, he has no
trouble slipping inside. I feel him trembling against me, purring muted
now as he concentrates on action, I rather doubt he's going to last long.
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Part 5.
I hope he doesn't come *too* quickly, I want a chance to thoroughly enjoy
this. At first he keeps it controlled, a couple of times he slows down,
breathing hard, quivering, then picks up the pace again. The control
fades, he's making rrrowling noises low in his throat now, and his
thrusting grows more forceful, more urgent. He shudders violently, and
comes, I feel myself tense to hold him where he is, he draws his
fingertips hard down my back with just a hint of claws. My body reacts
to it by rocking me with another powerful orgasm. Most humans I've
been with have an aftershock spasm or two; Amber doesn't, simply holds
still for a moment, catching his breath, and pulls out of me. I let
myself sprawl, face down, and he coils himself against my side.
"Pleased you, aye?" he purrs.
"Very much," I say, half into my pillow, wishing my body would stop
trembling so hard. "You?"
"Amber be verrry happy."
It takes me a few minutes, but I find the energy to visit the bathroom
and clean up. I return to discover the blankets down and Amber perched
on the edge. I hand him the wet cloth I brought; he cleans himself
swiftly, tosses the cloth back to the bathroom -- I'd swear he neatly
hit the sink. My bed looks warm and soft and welcoming; I stretch out,
look expectantly at him, he's waiting for an invitation maybe? He
smiles, and in heartbeats he's snuggling against my side under the
blankets.
"Amber?"
"Hrrm?" he answers sleepily.
"Why did you do this?"
He chuckles. "I like you."
"Doesn't seem like much of an answer."
"It be so for mhaurri. Why did you not say stop?"
"What, turn down one sexy little cat who's trying so hard to seduce me?"
More amusement. "What matter why? Sleep now?"
"Sleep."
Silence.
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Well-met By Moonlight -- Catseyes II
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 1.
"Kirrriel."
I know that voice.
I glance towards it. Amber grins at me, the pupils of his eyes
contracted into narrow slits against the brightness of the marketplace;
the afternoon sun makes his tawny fur shine.
I'm getting more than a little fond of the rascal. A handful of times,
now, he's shown up with no warning, and I can't recall any lover I'd
choose over him. I can see, very clearly in my mind, Amber sprawled
naked on my bed when I opened my door, waiting as patiently as a cat by
a mousehole; I can almost feel the gentle kisses that woke me a few
nights ago. He chooses when, though; I can never find him, he comes
to me.
"I don't have any time right now, cat," I tell him regretfully. Even
roaming the market with him would be more fun than a job interview.
"I'm due somewhere in a few minutes."
He shrugs. "I've things to see to as well. I only wanted to tell
you... recall you the place I showed you, by the river? I will be there
tonight, if you wish to come."
Oh? This is a new approach. I catch him for a quick kiss. "Sunset?"
He grins again. "Sunset," he promises, and disappears into the crowd --
probably to pick a few pockets.
* * *
Amber's "place by the river" is some distance from the city proper. The
river, which bears Corelis' name, joins the sea a mile or so to the
north and west along a coastline equal parts barren rock and fertile
ground. During Amber's third or fourth visit, he lured me outside, to a
beautiful little clearing bordered on three sides by forest and on the
fourth by water, with only an almost-invisible deer-track leading to it.
I doubt anyone but a mhaurri would ever have found it.
Truth, the idea of spending the night in the company of my mhaurri thief
is more pleasant even than usual; that interview with a prospective
employer was nothing shy of infuriating. As much as Corelis has to
offer, I am rapidly losing the last of my patience with the merchant
class that controls the city.
However, there's no need to hurry. Simply being outside the walls with
the leisure to enjoy the colours of the sunset is somewhat too rare a
treat of late. The forest, as the sun yeilds to the moons, has been
among my favourite places since I was a child. What, I wonder, is Amber
planning, that he wouldn't wait in the city for me, that we could walk
together?
My happy musings of anticipation are interrupted by the sound of Amber
purring somewhere ahead, quite loud enough for it to carry.
If I'm here, what's making him purr?
I switch to moving as stealthily as I can, which is very, and I can see
through the screen of trees before anyone is aware of my presence.
Amber is there, with another, so dark as to be another of the gathering
shadows, but apparently nuzzling at Amber's neck.
Instant, intense, possessive jealousy. I calm myself as much as I can,
remind myself that Amber can do as he likes, but why did he tell me to
come here if he intended to be with someone else?
I step out of the trees, say his name, forcing my tone to be quiet,
questioning, not accusative.
He pulls away from his companion to half-turn and face me, gives me one
of those smiles that seem to say, *you're here, I couldn't be happier.*
"Good evening, Kirrriel."
The thought crosses my mind, ridiculous in the situation, that I will
someday convince him to just say my name, not purr it.
"A new friend?" I ask, carefully neutral; said friend also turns, but
I'm less than interested in that, I want an answer from Amber.
"An old frriend, new-come to Correlis." He tilts his head to one side,
one more of those captivating habits of his, regards me thoughtfully
before the smile comes back. "You forrgot."
"What did I forget?" What *could* I have forgotten?
"When we last were here. You said you had never been with more than
one, and you thought you'd like to. I promised."
*Now* the memory registers, a bit late, of lying here with Amber in the
moonlight, and wondering aloud, wistfully, what a trio would be like.
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Part 2.
Amber did indeed promise to arrange it....
"You forgot," he repeats, not a question this time, a statement. "This
be Taryn."
Finally I get around to looking at his companion, who seems amused by
the exchange.
*Blessed Lady.*
All I can think is, Midwinter's Night come to living flesh. Everything
about him is that dark -- hair, skin, the eyes that he raises to meet
mine -- and has that same kind of beauty, very real, yet as potentially
dangerous as the creatures who stalk the darkest night of the year.
Even the leathers he's wearing, like any fighter might choose, are utter
black.
This is not someone you want to have angry at you....
He's smiling welcome, though, moving aside enough to leave room for me
between them on the black cloak spread on the grass. What am I going to
do but accept the invitation and settle myself in the space they've left
me?
"You did not tell me if you like your own sex," Amber explains. "I
thought you would like Taryn, and he you."
He's so very serious, and I'm suddenly so nervy, that I want to laugh;
could he not have *warned* me at least? I'm used to quick tumbles with
fighters and guides like myself, usually with little finesse and less
excitement, and as often as not never seeing them again; Amber himself
is very different, let alone *this*....
Taryn chuckles softly. "Lady, I fear I've the advantage of you. Amber,
since we found one another again yestereve, has been telling me about
you at length and with such enthusiasm that I could not bear to tell him
no. I had *thought* I made it clear he was to ask you first," he frowns
at Amber, who just grins, completely unfazed. "However, who can talk
sense into a cat of any breed?"
I relax, somewhat; it would be a lie to say that the idea of being with
both at once doesn't fascinate me, and my body is beginning to respond
to the images playing through my thoughts. Amber shifts position,
starts rubbing my shoulders, virtually radiating impatience.
"Talk later," he suggests. "Get undressed now."
"Mad kitten," Taryn tells him affectionately. "Not everyone prefers
that order." With one hand under my chin, he tilts my face up to his,
kisses me gently. "The choice lies in your hands, Kiriel," he says
gravely. "Which do you prefer?"
Somehow, I manage to shake off my shock, and smile. "This time, I
think, Amber has the right of it."
"This time," Amber mutters in disgust, and Taryn laughs again.
Amber starts unfastening and removing anything in reach on any of the
three of us, with his usual directness; Taryn is more willing to take
his time, as gentle and careful as he might be with a complete virgin.
I'm not used to that, it feels a little strange, but I decide I like it.
Under treatment like *that* the last traces of my unease vanish. By the
time Taryn and I have lost the last of our clothes, Amber is fidgeting
restlessly.
"Patience, kitten," Taryn tells him. "We've the whole night, there is
no hurry."
"Why be patient?" He dips his head to lick one of my nipples; I'm not
ready for it right then, I gasp. Taryn chooses that moment to kiss me
again, and suddenly I have one at my lips, one at my chest, both
equally passionate about their tasks. Carefully, Amber pushes me down,
Taryn steadying me before I can crack my head on the ground, and I'm
lying on my back with two of the sexiest males of *any* race that I've
ever seen intent on me, one at each breast. Goddess, it feels good, I
think I could lie right here forever and let them do that....
Amber starts to wander, though, downwards, across my stomach -- he's in
no hurry at *this* -- quick mhaurri tongue teasing every nerve alive and
awake and screaming with need. He nudges my legs apart, buries his face
between them, and all the while Taryn is nibbling at my throat, breath
warm against my skin.... I can hear myself moaning, Taryn pauses to
press a kiss to my lips, I reach up to hold him there, delighted with
the taste of him. Too soon, I think, he pulls gently away, but he
returns to my nipples and I stop thinking anything but pleasure. Amber
is purring again, I can feel the vibrations as he licks hungrily at my
juices -- and freely they must be flowing, too! He moves upwards,
tongue flicking directly across my clit now, and I feel every muscle in
my body clench as intense pleasure shivers through me, gone too quickly.
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Part 3.
"Enough," I beg them both, this is too much.
Amber laughs merrily, sits up. "You like that?"
Taryn laughs, too, more quietly. "A silly question, I think, kitten."
"Very... very... much," I tell them, struggling to catch my breath.
"Just... give me a minute."
"Certainly," Taryn says. "I think we can amuse ourselves while you
rest."
Amber grins, repositions himself so he can nuzzle at Taryn's cock. This
is something new for me to see, and as ragged as I feel I roll over to
watch. Taryn stops him briefly, rearranges himself lying down, and Amber
pounces again; it quickly becomes rather obvious that Amber knows what
he's doing. Taryn, I notice, is about average size or a little larger,
but that doesn't stop Amber from gradually working him deep into his
throat. Much to Taryn's pleasure; he's moaning now almost as much as I
was a few minutes ago. I suppose the vibrations from Amber's purring
must add as much to this as it does when Amber's working on me, and of
course the incorrigible cat is still purring madly away. It looks
like Amber's sliding him all the way in, pausing, out so only the head
is still in his mouth, and judging by Taryn's reactions during the pause
there he's putting that blessed feline tongue to good use.
Amber stops before Taryn climaxes, though, and straightens, stretching.
"Fun."
"Very," Taryn says, a bit breathlessly, sitting up so he can lean on one
arm, legs pulled under him.
For a moment, there's relative silence; it occurs to me that they might
be waiting for me to decide what next. What *do* I want?
I want them inside me, is what I want, and I tell them that.
"Both at once?" Taryn asks. "Or in turn, or in truth only one?"
"Both, but not together. I've... tried anal before. I'd rather not."
It was not one of my more pleasant experiences, and I've no intentions
of trying it again in the near future.
He nods, kisses me again.
Amber settles himself between my legs again, and I close my eyes, intent
on the sensation of him easing himself into me, beginning to thrust,
carefully at first, then less so. Taryn leans down, I barely register
the movement before he's at my throat, nuzzling and licking. He gets
gradually rougher, until he's biting hard enough to hurt; by this time I
don't care, the combination of Amber taking me and Taryn biting me is
absolute bliss, all I can do is moan and whimper. My body keeps trying
to writhe around, but Taryn pins my shoulders without faltering for even
a second, and Amber's hands are on my thighs, holding me, and I can't
even move....I feel Amber come, feel my own climax only a heartbeat
after, as intense as any I've ever had.
There's only the briefest of respites, before they trade places. "Still
more?" Taryn asks. He sounds like he's amused.
"More. Now," I growl at him, a little startled by my own hunger. He
obeys.
He's larger than Amber, I feel considerably more full. His strokes
reach noticeably deeper, as well. A wild thought occurs to me -- keep
Amber for his tongue and this one for his cock, and I'd be forever
satisfied. Amber closes his mouth around one of my breasts, already
sensitive from the earlier stimulation, begins to suck hard while Taryn
thrusts inside me. I don't expect him to last long, not after Amber's
attentions earlier, but he surprises me; a time or two he pauses, holds
still, his breathing as ragged as mine, and continues after a moment
with renewed force. I think I'll be sore for a week, but it's worth it,
utterly. It seems like an eternity before I feel him shudder against
me, spilling his seed deep inside me. He stays there, I want him to,
but then he pulls out, and I feel so empty....
Amber pounces, deftly licking up any juices he can get -- mine or
Taryn's or his own, from inside me. "Cannot waste it," he purrs,
between licks. In the process, he succeeds at sending me into another
orgasm -- deliberately, I'm sure, and very strongly. I push him away,
trembling, aware of Taryn curling up beside me but grateful that he
doesn't try to touch me, the overload is too much.
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Part 4.
Laughing to himself, Amber coils himself into a furry ball on my other
side, also not touching. Watching me, I can feel it without looking,
those greengold eyes catching the moonlight and seeing me clearly.
"Taryn?" I venture, once I feel more normal, if exhausted.
"Aye?"
"Staying in Corelis long?"
He chuckles. "I wander where I please. I need not leave soon."
"Oh, good."
"And you were mad at Amberrr when you first saw Tarrryn here," Amber
said smugly, his 'r's badly slurred. "Trrust Amberr, next time, hrrmm?"
"Promise," I say, and realize suddenly just how badly I want to sleep.
The last thing I'm aware of that night is Taryn's gentle kiss.
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Part 1.
I was born, milady Kiriel, in ri'Shalhas. Have you heard of it? We are
little known, being only an island, albeit a large one, to the west of
here. We keep to ourselves, for the most part, and have little conflict
within. A very wonderful place, my homeland is.
You have mages here, you know how some are born with gifts in
manipulating energy. In ri'Shalhas, we have no mages of the sort you
have here; rather, we've witches. Hm, how to explain. Imagine a mage
and a witch each needing a task done by, oh, a bird. The mage would
simply bind the first bird in reach and force it into obedience. The
witch would speak to as many as necessary until finding one which agreed
to help willingly. Mages seek to dominate nature and have power over
it; witches prefer to share power with the land and the wild ones.
Yes, m'lady, you are quite correct, I am a witch. The blanket covering
us when we woke yestermorn I wove out of wind and moonlight. Look not
so wary, it would go against all I am to use my gifts to harm anyone.
My mother is witch as well. When she first found me talking to an
animal -- an otter, in fact, I was asking it what it was like to swim so
free -- she began to teach me. While I do have other talents, we soon
discovered that my strongest gifts lie in Healing. My mother is more
adept in other areas, so she sent me -- quite willingly -- to a Healer
who could train me properly. That training would be of little interest
to you, suffice it to say that it was very hard work but well worth it.
As much as I love my home, the eternal peace grows... monotonous, after
a time, and not long after I finished my training I left. Oh, I said it
was because there were more Healers in ri'Shalhas than were needed, that
my skills would be of more use outside, but the heart of it was simply
boredom. Yes, I can see you would understand that reason -- it shows in
your eyes, you needn't say it. So I found a ship, and left ri'Shalhas,
with many a tear shed both by my kin and myself.
Oh, so very innocent I was then! In ri'Shalhas there is little danger,
no need for doors to be locked or a knife to be kept near. Only luck,
I'm sure, kept me out of trouble during my first few days on the
mainland. For the most part out of trouble, at least, there were a few
incidents that are still somewhat embarrassing -- stop that smirking,
kitten -- that I would prefer to forget.
I had a room in an inn, that I later discovered I was paying far more
for than I should have, the keeper having spotted me as naive enough to
fall prey to it. I was somewhat bewildered by this concept of locking
the door, but I did, regardless. My senses are very sharp, and... you
would know, I think, how being on unfamiliar ground and uneasy can
sharpen one's senses still further. I heard the window swing, while I
slept, and woke, expecting the wind, one more harmless sound like the
handful of others that had already disturbed me. Not this time. I
think you know already, knowing our kitten there. I opened my eyes to
see Amber on his way over the sill, tail twitching like a cat's does
when she's stalking some unfortunate creature. I laid still, and just
watched him, waiting to see what he'd do. He went prowling around,
very quietly, had I not been so nervy I might never have noticed him
at all. He went through all of my belongings, and I expected him to
take something and leave. Truth, I may well have let him without
challenging, on grounds that he had greater need than I.
Simply steal something? No, Amber could not be so ordinary a thief as
to do that. He came over to the bed, and circled 'round, and I could
feel the weight as he settled himself at the foot on the far edge.
Behind me. And he was quite still, as only a waiting cat can be.
This was decidedly unsettling. I had a knife under my pillow, my past
few days had made me somewhat paranoid, and I rolled over and sat up
with the dagger in my hand, and demanded to know what he wanted, what
was he doing here.
He just looked at me, those eyes of his catching the moonlight from the
window, and said, "You make Amber curious, so Amber came."
This, as I'm sure you can imagine, was hardly an answer I expected.
Thank you for that flattering description, Amber, I do *not* think I
stared at you like a stunned ox. However, startled I certainly was, and
I could think of nothing to say for what seemed like forever.
Amber sighed, waved at my knife-hand. "Put knife away, I will not hurt
you." He grinned at me -- yes, that very same grin -- and said, "Then
Amber could not find out where you come from. Doesn't matter, will ask
tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?" I asked him.
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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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Part 3.
I position myself on the other side, use one hand to steady Taryn's
rapidly-hardening cock, and begin to run my tongue firmly up and down
along the top. Amber watches for a few strokes, then grins and mirrors
it on the bottom. It takes us a minute to get properly in synch, but
when we do Taryn's almost-inaudible moans climb in volume.
This, I decide, is extremely fun. I don't even have to worry about my
jaw beginning to ache, and every so often Amber slips sideways to kiss
me or lick my ear. I return the favour, although every interruption
tears a low whimper from Taryn. I can feel the gentle vibrations of
Amber's purring, wonder how intense this must feel for Taryn, both of us
at once, and one a purring mhaurri.
The timing is just right, once, Amber and I find ourselves kissing each
other *very* passionately over Taryn, and I feel him run a hand, claws
barely extended, from my throat to the centre of my chest. There's not
enough pressure to hurt, but certainly enough that I can feel the
wetness between my legs.
Taryn's increasingly ragged breathing warns us, nothing else; we pause.
"Should we finish it?" I ask.
"Hrrmm. Maybe," Amber says thoughtfully, but there's a wicked gleam in
his eyes as he glances up the bed at Taryn. "Could be more fun not."
"Please?" Taryn says.
"I don't know," I tell him. "Maybe Amber's right. It may be better to
wait."
"Please?" he repeats, his tone a little closer to begging. Not
demanding, though. "Kiriel, Amber, please...."
"Wellll...."
"'Tis not nice to tease Tarrryn," Amber says contritely. "We should."
We argue briefly over who gets to swallow when we get him to come;
Taryn's squirming around impatiently by then, but he doesn't release his
hold on the bars, doesn't say another word. He looks so miserable, but
I'm somehow quite sure he's enjoying the wait and the frustration.
Definitely unlike any man I've ever known.
Finally, we decide to have mercy on him.
Keep the pressure firm, keep my tongue against his delicious skin every
second, match rhythm with Amber... Taryn's very slippery with saliva, by
now, it makes it a little easier. He shudders, as Amber pauses for just
a heartbeat to flick the head of his cock with his tongue before
resuming as if he'd never interrupted. A bit harder, still steadying
him with my hand so he doesn't slip away on us, neither of us sneaking
kisses or nibbles now.
Taryn groans, not loudly, in fact I've yet to hear him loud about
anything, and Amber closes his mouth over the head of his cock, still
slides him in and out even as Taryn's hips buck violently hard. Our
witch relaxes, struggling to catch his breath, twitching a couple of
times -- I judge those to be caused by Amber. The mhaurri raises his
head, carefully, keeping his lips together, and beckons me nearer. I
lean over and kiss him, and he opens his mouth, and I taste Taryn,
Amber, both at once, so very sweet.
"I share," Amber laughs.
"Mmm. Tastes *good*." I stretch out beside Taryn, lick his nearer
nipple. He shudders again, hard, and glares at me. I just smile
innocently at him -- and do it again, timing it so I match Amber on his
other side.
"Stop that!"
I laugh, curl up against him, Amber does the same. I reach up, loosen
his hand from the bar, and pull it around me; he does the same with his
other arm of his own will. So comfortable here.
We take a few minutes to rest, there's no hurry. There's Amber's
satisfaction and mine waiting yet, though, and neither of us is about to
settle for less.
Taryn pulls carefully away from Amber, rolls over and moves down, nudges
my legs apart. I'm hardly about to say no; he runs his tongue upwards,
deep, and I hear my own soft moan.
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Part 4.
"Amber," Taryn says. "You get the other end."
Amber purrs agreement -- it's more like a brief change in volume and
pitch than any separate sound. Taryn has me shift towards the bottom of
the bed, not so far that he can't reach me, but far enough that Amber
has room to kneel over me, his back to Taryn, using the top bar of the
bed for balance. I reach for him with a hand, but he seizes my wrists,
pulls them up and away, holds them. No doubt about the meaning there.
It's trickier, trying to do this with no hands, and with Taryn
distracting me quite effectively -- oh, Goddess, when he nibbles like
that, very very gently, right on my clit -- but I do my best, eagerly.
It takes me a moment to capture his dangling, hard maleness in my mouth,
work it in deeper, out again -- not all the way, I don't intend to go
chasing it again. My neck starts to feel strained from the angle; I
pause, reluctantly yeilding my hard-won prize, and request a pillow.
"Don't move," Amber tells me, and positions one carefully under my head.
"Better?"
"Thank you. Get back here, you."
He laughs, resettles himself within reach.
I have to catch him again, much to his obvious amusement, before I can
start sucking hungrily. In and out... I'm sure I've said before, Amber
is small enough that I have no trouble taking all of him, something that
pleases me a great deal. I have him purring harder, punctuating it with
occasional whimpering sounds, very soon -- just before Taryn makes me
orgasm the first time, in fact. I struggle to remember *not* to bite
down as the pleasure rocks me -- it's not an uncommon thing for me to
clench my jaw shut, which would be a very bad thing to do at present.
I recover from that, continue, I can feel the tautness in Amber that
means he's right on the edge and near the point of no return... he
shudders, comes, I close my lips tightly around him and suck hard to
make sure I haven't missed a drop. I haven't even had a chance to
swallow before I'm climaxing again, with a wonderful intensity, the
combination of that with the taste in my mouth is bliss.
Amber moves; I sit up, careful not to open my mouth yet, and motion
Taryn up. In the kiss that follows, I pass him part of my prize. He
accepts it, savours it a moment before swallowing it. I can taste my
own juices on his lips, somehow very erotic, but it's been a long day
and I'm too tired for any more play now. Amber coils himself into his
familiar furry ball, plainly also intent on sleep.
"Methinks," Taryn said softly, "That it's time for bed."
"Looks like it."
We coax Amber over on his back long enough to wipe him clean with a
small towel, then clean each other up.
I fall asleep with Amber against my belly, Taryn against my back with an
arm over us both, black skin against tanned skin and tawny fur. So very
comfortable here....
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Part 1.
"May the Huntress and her wolves take the whole class of merchants in
Corelis!"
Taryn simply looks at me calmly, moves away from the wall he's been
leaning against while waiting for me to finish my interview inside,
joins me. The crowds aren't bad, it's early evening, most people are
home having supper. Home sounds wonderful. We turn in that direction.
"What happened?" he asks.
"I've been getting suspicious -- lately no one will hire me, when I used
to have very little trouble getting a job. He just explained it, in
detail. A while ago, I had an employer who wanted me to do something
positively suicidal. I told her no, she threatened me, so I told her
precisely what I thought of her and her sheep-brained son who kept
trying to get me into bed. She told all the rest. There's no chance
I'm ever going to get a job in Corelis again."
He sighs, shakes his head. "It's such as this that make me wish all the
world were like ri'Shalhas, monotony and all." He slides an arm around
my waist, I shift closer and do the same, taking comfort from that.
"I wouldn't have a job in ri'Shalhas, either, from what you say."
He glances down at me -- not far down, tall as he is I'm only a couple
of inches shorter -- and smiles. "There would be something requiring
your skills, though not necessarily as you use them now."
Neither of us says any more. We reach the building where my room is,
climb the steps. Taryn's been here for ten days now, and I refused from
the first night to let him sleep in an inn. I bullied him into fetching
his belongings and staying with me.
Taryn pauses, lays a hand against the door, expression shifting to
concern. The lock snaps open before I can put the key in it --
witchcraft, I'm getting slowly used to that -- and he pushes the door
open.
Then we can see, and hear. Amber is huddled at the head of my bed,
sobbing to himself.
I cross the room as fast as I can, sit on the edge of the bed to run a
hand gently down his bare back, over the soft fur. "Amber, what's
wrong?"
He raises his head, looks up at me with tear-bright eyes. "Somebody
s-stepped on Am-Amber's t-tail...." He reaches down, he has his tail
coiled tight against him, and lifts it carefully in his hand. The tawny
fur in one place near the end seems to have mud worked deep into it, and
there's an unnatural kink at about the same location. Stepped on it
right well, it seems.
Taryn seats himself on the other side of the bed, leans over -- Amber
flinches away before Taryn's hand can touch his abused tail.
"I can't heal it if you don't let me touch it, kitten," he says
soothingly. "I won't hurt you."
I kick off my boots, move further up on the bed so I can cuddle Amber
against me. He resists, then relaxes against me, buries his face in my
chest, trembling, still crying.
Taryn closes his hand loosely around Amber's tail, well below the break
-- how painful must that be, not to mention the damage to his pride? --
and slides it carefully along until he's cupping the muddied, bent place.
His other hand he lays over it, very gently, but Amber shudders, whimpers
but it's muffled against me. I keep stroking his hair, wishing I could
help more. Taryn closes his eyes, and goes very still, expression
smoothing away to the blankness I'm starting to recognize as intense
concentration.
After a moment, our witch lets go, goes to the bathroom to fetch a wet
cloth so he can carefully work the mud out of the fur. Amber's sobs
have quieted, but he doesn't move, just lets Taryn do what he will.
"All healed and all clean, kitten," Taryn tells him. "It'll be sore
still for a day or so, but that's all."
Amber pulls away, twitches his tail into his reach -- wincing as he
does -- and inspects it thoroughly. "Not kinked?"
"Not kinked with me around," Taryn reassures him.
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Part 2.
"Breaks make kinks. Kinks look funny."
"Amber. I fixed it. It's not broken any more."
Amber considers that, then hugs Taryn hard. "No kinks," he says,
sounding delighted, then hugs me just as fiercely. "Feel better now."
The tip of his tail twitches, just a little, then he droops again, looks
up at me sorrowfully. "Hurt, though. Amber's tail's not supposed to be
stepped on. Still hurts."
I have to fight an urge to laugh. Oh, he's all right! I look up, find
Taryn looking back, equally amused by Amber's attempt at eliciting
comfort. Still, he does deserve it, that must have been awful for him,
especially if he was so certain he'd have a permanent reminder.
"I think," Taryn says, "I'll go see about finding us some supper we can
eat here."
"We'll be here," I tell him, as he leaves. And, to Amber, "Lose the
clothes, kitten."
He obeys, wary of his tail as he does, and I have him stretch out on his
stomach on the bed. I kneel straddling his legs, my mind flitting back
to our first time together, and start rubbing his shoulders gently,
loosening the tight muscles. A little at a time, I work my way down his
body, loving the silky fur down the centre of his back to the base of
his tail -- a tail he's keeping mistrustfully tucked against him in such
a way that I can't possibly kneel on it or put a hand down on it. Other
than that, he's relaxing into the attention, I know it's working when
the first vibrations of purring tingle under my hands.
I finish his back half, tell him to roll over, he stretches up to steal
a long, deep kiss before letting me continue. I can't resist, when I
reach his groin, I comb my fingers through the fur there, every bit as
silky-soft, lean down to lick him into hardness. Not difficult at all,
to pull the skin back with one hand, close my mouth around him firmly,
as careful as always of my teeth. I love Amber's taste, I think I'm as
addicted to it as some get to wine, I can't imagine declining a chance
for it. I press my tongue against the sensitive spot just behind the
underside of the head, linger there a moment, switch to working him
deeper inside before I raise my head again, let go.
"Kirrriel not nice," he says mournfully. "Teasing after Amberrr's tail
stepped on."
I chuckle to myself, but decide he's right, I shouldn't just tease. I
take him in my mouth again, take my time, keep the rhythm slow. Amber's
purring intensifies, culminates is a sort of rumbling rrrowling as he
comes.
"Really," Taryn teases from the table. "That hungry, Kiriel?"
"Appetizer," I tell him tranquilly, sitting up. "Supper? We can see
about dessert later."
Amber catches his breath, sits up, legs crossed tailor-fashion, eyes
wide and sad. That changes abruptly, he tilts his head back to sniff
the air. "Tarrryn...."
Taryn brings him one of three plates waiting on the table, and a fork
and knife. In Corelis, there's a simple system: when you buy food, you
get the plate or bowl, and when you return the dish you get a small
amount of the price back. It works fairly well, in fact, better than I
would have believed when I first came here.
Even I can smell it, now that I'm thinking about it: fish. Taryn found
Amber's favourite food of all. He brings me a second plate, settles
beside us on the bed with the third. I'm not often impressed by how
city-dwellers treat fish, but in this case it's surprisingly tasty.
Amber disregards the utensils completely, tears the fish apart with his
claws, doesn't bother finding the fork for the pasta stuff -- I'm not
sure what it is, but it's also good -- on the side. It makes a terrible
mess, but once he's finished he sets the plate down -- licked spotless
-- and starts nibbling on his claws to clean them.
"Let's leave." I say suddenly, not even sure where the idea came from.
Amber pauses, looks at me blankly. "Hrrmm?"
"Corelis I mean. All three of us." What am I saying? I don't travel
with anyone else! I've lost my mind! But my doubts don't stop my mouth
from rattling on. "I can't really stay here anyway, I'm running out of
money from my last job fast, and you wander, Taryn, and...."
"And I would not leave you now," Amber says decisively. "I wander
too. Sometimes."
Taryn laughs softly, collects the dishes to leave the bed clear of
everything but us. "It would seem to be decided. The company would be
extremely pleasant."
"Quite," I agree. That's the worst part of wandering, the long lonely
days.
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Part 3.
We arrange ourselves on the bed to discuss plans and let dinner digest
somewhat. We decide a time to leave, consider destinations and choose
to roam southwards.
Amber starts stroking my thigh, absently, but it catches my attention.
"Methinks," I tell Taryn, "We should let Amber have whatever he wants
tonight, since he had such a horrible day."
"Hmm. Yes, I think you're right, at that. Kitten?"
Amber sits up, thinks that over. "Hrrmm. Amber wants *everything*.
All at once. Rrr-ya. I know."
It doesn't take us long to lose our clothes.
At Amber's request, I settle myself at the head of the bed, a pillow
behind me so I can lean against the bars comfortably, and spread my legs
so he can kneel between. He gives me one playful swipe of his tongue,
and glances at Taryn. "Want you in me," he says.
That startles me, more than a little. Somehow I've been getting away
this long without really thinking about what they might have done
together without me. It must show, because Taryn looks at me and smiles,
strokes Amber's back lightly, but doesn't say anything. He gets off the
bed, crosses the room to dig briefly through his pack, returns with an
opaque jar. Amber's already at work, my attention is definitely divided
between sensation and something that feels suspiciously like curiosity.
Well, we did say whatever Amber wants, so I'm not going to complain.
I'm not going to think about how turned-on I'm feeling suddenly,
watching Taryn dip two fingers into the jar and smear a sizeable glob
of thick whitish stuff up the centre of Amber's backside.... Careful
of his tail, of course.
Mmm, feels good, that slightly rough and very quick tongue of Amber's is
so wonderful. He shifts downwards a bit, licking at my juices hungrily
-- there are times I think he likes my taste as much as I like his --
his tongue probing inside a little at almost the same instant as Taryn
slides a finger inside him; Amber's purring intensifies noticeably.
It's getting a little hard to concentrate, but I think he's stroking him
inside, carefully, maybe loosening him up? More of that creamy stuff,
this time slathered along the length of Taryn's cock, and the witch
shifts forwards a bit. Amber gasps, I can feel it against my skin; he
stops, goes very still.
"All right, kitten?" Taryn asks softly.
"Mmrrrr...." That sounds affirmative; Taryn takes it as such, it looks
like. Damn, it's annoying, having to guess like this.
Amber resumes his attentions to me after a moment, as Taryn begins to
ease himself backwards a bit, then forwards again -- very gentle
thrusts, presumably. I give up on watching, let my head fall back, just
enjoying. Amber flicks his tongue over my clit, repeatedly, very fast,
and I can feel the edge of a climax very close... he presses his mouth
over it, licks hard, and that's enough to do it... Goddess, he always
seems to manage to give me such intense orgasms....
A sudden whimper from Amber, followed by a pleased-sounding
"Mrrrrow....." He shifts his weight away from me, towards Taryn. I
raise my head, wondering what prompted that, but Taryn is quite still,
breathing hard, eyes closed, his hands on Amber's lower back. His
nails are digging into the skin perceptibly, but Amber doesn't seem to
object.
"Not stop," Amber protests. I wonder how Taryn can comprehend it, since
it's mostly into my thigh, but he does anyway.
"Patience, kitten...."
"No patience. *Now*."
Taryn smiles, runs his nails hard down Amber's back on either side of
the furry part, which gets him another "Mrrowrrrr" from the mhaurri,
and obeys.
Why is having Amber down on me and taken by Taryn at the same time so
blessed *erotic*?
Satisfied that Taryn is doing as commanded, Amber returns to his own
task. As aroused as I am by this point, it takes very little more on
his part to send another wave of pleasure shivering through me, strong
enough that I hear my own moan like it comes from somewhere else. And
a low growling sound... that's not mine, is it? No, that's Taryn, he's
coming too, and Amber's purring so hard that the vibrations alone are
enough to trigger a third climax for me, right on the heels of the last,
I didn't think that was *possible*.... Amber flicks his tongue over my
clit again, and I moan, push him away, no *more*.... Taryn's shudders
are reaching me through Amber, mirroring my own. That's funny, somehow.
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Tail -- Catseyes IV
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 4.
"Kiriel?" Taryn says, a bit raggedly. "Can you reach the towel?"
Huh? Oh. Right, let's not mess up the bed too badly. I have to hunt
for it, it's half-under the bed, I really don't want to move. I find
it and hand it to Taryn before I curl up on my side, waiting for my body
to deal with the abrupt overload.
"Mmrrrrr," Amber purrs, sprawling on his side. "Fun...."
"Enough?" Taryn asks him, from somewhere beyond him, I'm not rolling
over to see.
"Mmm... maybe."
I think, if I could find the energy, I'd like very much to have Amber
inside me, but it's going to take me a minute to recover that far. I'm
clear-minded enough to laugh to myself: what a wench you've become,
Kiriel, anyone else would be satisfied with getting turned into quivering
jelly just *once* in an evening.
Neither of them seems minded to move much at the moment anyway.
"Amber feels better now," Amber says contentedly, after a few minutes.
"Tail doesn't hurt any more, even."
"Good," I say. "Feel like doing one more thing?"
"Hrrmm? Sure. What?"
I roll over on my back. "C'mere, you."
Taryn, I discover, is lying on Amber's other side; he sits up, leans
over to helpfully lick our mhaurri nice and hard.
Mmm, feels so good to have him in me, I'm so wet after everything that
it's very easy for him. Taryn looks like he's considering helping; I
tell him stay where he is, I don't think I can handle anything more
right now. Amber starts gently; I have no patience for that.
"Hard," I tell him.
He complies, closes his mouth around one of my breasts, tongue flicking
busily at the nipple while he takes me with as much force as I've ever
felt from him. I whimper, clench my hands in the blanket below us. He
pauses, very briefly, switches sides.
Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take him long to come, and I'm just as happy
that I didn't again -- the sensation was wonderful enough, the overload
would have been too much.
Taryn hands us the towel.
"I think," he says, softly, not quite laughing, "That Kiriel enjoys the
idea of us together, kitten."
"Mmrrr... I think so, too." He gives my left nipple a last teasing
flick before coiling himself against my side.
I feel myself flush, but I smile anyway. "Could be." I'm just not sure
I'm ready to admit that yet.
We decide to just rest for now, but when I notice we're all getting close
to falling asleep I suggest we get properly cleaned up and go to bed.
Both agree. I sit up, manage to find my balance once my feet are on the
floor. Amber squalls indignantly behind me, I spin around, and lose
what balance I had, sit down hard.
Amber's glowering at Taryn, cuddling his tail against him defensively.
"What...?" I think I already know.
"Taryn put his hand down. On Amber's tail!" Only a cat could sound so
utterly offended.
Taryn looks up at me, a bit sheepishly, I look back, and much to Amber's
disgust... we both break up laughing.
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03/94 Tenebra
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There you are, good friend....... ENJOY!!!! :)
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