Chapter 74: Locked
The forest was something he had grown sick of over time, but walking with Tel and having a defined destination he knew well made it something he could enjoy. The animals quieted like a rolling wave of silence that crashed behind them with distant chatter as they left the general vicinity, the gentle rustle of leaves filling the gaps with soothing ambience.
Really, the part he was most focused on was the soft grip of her paw in his hand and the oddly distracted smile she wore.
Normally, she would be scanning the trees with her eyes or perhaps would have already been tucked away in the branches out of sight, but she was taking in the sights with him, her expression passively pleased with the time alone.
“I’m surprised you’re not fucked off already,” Joseph commented playfully, using her arm to pull her in so he could bump her shoulder. “Did you bring all the girls or something?”
Tel’s ear flicked, a slightly guilty expression laying under her faltered smile. “I brought what i felt required.”
He raised a brow, catching the non-committal answer. She hasn’t lied to him in any capacity since the night they confirmed that they both wanted more, but she did tend to side-step questions she didn’t want to answer until they were directly phrased. “How many escorts did you get to come with us?”
She flinched, taking a breath before looking at him from the corner of her eye, a sardonic smirk wore on her muzzle. “Joseph, do you trust me?”
“Unfortunately,” he dawled lazily, his gaze returning forward as the lack of concern surprised even him slightly.
“Do you believe i would be enough to see you safe?”
He thought about it. Although he didn’t like having her be the only one around in case shit went down, he knew that she was likely the only one out of his pack to be able to deal with most things. Did he trust her to do that? Absolutely, his safety was the only thing she seemed to take seriously. Was he happy about the arrangement meaning that she had no one looking out for her?
“Do you trust me to back you up?” he returned slyly, watching the clouds roll between gaps in the canopy. She stared at him for a moment, a blank expression tinted with surprise in his choice of retort. A huff of a laugh was given before she stepped in front of him, pausing their progress as she freed herself from his hold to lay a paw to his cheek and rest her head against his own.
“I would trust you with the very breath i draw. Even my demise is laid faithfully within your grasp.”
He snorted, kissing her forehead before giving her a playful shove. “Then, to answer your question, yes. I trust you.”
She smiled softly, taking a balancing step backwards. “Then place your faith in me, okay?”
He raised a brow. “Sure?”
A flick towards his eyes had him cover them with his hand, his lids shutting closed to protect them from the grey tail. He laughed, removing the blockage to call her out for it until he noticed she had disappeared into the trees.
“Tel?”
Silence. He felt anxiousness build, worry of something hunting them crossing his mind. It only took a moment for him to exhale the breath he drew. Faith. He could do that.
He gave a sweeping glance to his surroundings before shaking his head, continuing towards the pod. He knew she was nearby somewhere.
She always was.
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Nalah entered her room, pushing the door slowly to avoid any noise in case Sahari had chosen to rest. As luck would have it, the blond-furred female’s mate was bare from the waist down, healroot being applied to a large cut on her outer thigh.
It was something she had been worried about, Sahari having spent very little time away from Joseph ever since the ex-Grand Huntress had developed the bond with him. Be it from anxiety at the prospect of feeling his influence wane, or some protective instinct that had been reinforced by her previous mate’s passing, she had made a constant effort to spend some time within his general vicinity—though there was no telling if she was consiously aware of it or not.
His eventual absence had wracked her with worry to the point where she had been caught unaware during her hunting, a stray moss-wolf grazing her across the leg. It wasn’t a dangerous wound by any measure, but it was something that led Jax to recommend recovering until Joseph had returned.
“How are you feeling?” Nalah asked, closing the door softly behind her. Sahari turned an ear her way, a slight pulse of happiness from the bond easing the planner’s worries somewhat before it was replaced with a small trace of worry.
“It is an inconsequential injury,” she returned, a paw absently rubbing over the affected area. Nalah climbed onto the bed behind her, her paws placed upon the black-furred female’s shoulders. Sahari turned to raise a brow, her eyelids drooping when Nalah started applying small pressure into slight circular motions across her back. “Learned something new?”
The blond-furred female laughed lightly, alternating between pure pad pressure and allowing some claw to scratch across her skin as the bond led her actions. “I have learned many smaller things for in the event you would have me.”
Sahari snorted, the tension melting under the light massage. “I see you are taking my request for you to serve my every whim quite seriously.”
Nalah stayed quiet for a moment, simply allowing her mate’s scent to radiate throughout her as the weak jest did nothing to cover the swirling mess of emotions underneath it. “I meant it when i said i would like to do that for you.”
“Signing your life away already?”
“It was yours the moment you saved me.”
Sahari fell silent, though the cluster of emotions became clearer as the lesser ones faded. The single one that Nalah had previously never expected to be directed her way grew, surrounded by a few weaker surges that accompanied it. The blooming sensation of love filled her heart with warmth, though the remnants of a particular drive she had acquired vicariously from the Grand Hunter sparked as well. Sahari leaned back into her mate, resting her head on the modest chest of the planner.
The ex-Grand Huntress opened her mouth to speak, her being interrupted by a crackle and static from a hidden speaker in the room that gave way to a slow melodic song. Her eyes widened in recognition, a slurry of emotions stirred until a variance in the melody dashed the small hopes. Nalah paused in her gentle touch, a slight feeling of disappointment crossing her mind.
“Sorry. It was the closest we could find in his collection.”
Sahari snapped her head to look at the blond-furred female, her eyes wide with dampness staining her fur. “How do you-”
“You used to play it in the background when we would talk,” Nalah murmured. “I memorized it.”
The planner’s mate failed to speak, tears building and falling as she struggled to find words. Nalah moved a paw to brush the moisture from her cheek, her gaze conveying nothing but affection. “I know it was what you would listen to when missing him became too much. I thought it might ease the distance from your bond.”
“You... All those years ago...”
Nalah nodded, her eyes soaking in the conflicted expression. “Some has faded by now, but i was once able to recite our talks verbatim. Every word you had spoken to me before you left became tiny slivers of salvation for me.”
“Nalah... I...” Sahari’s eyes closed, the bond telling of great sorrow and greater joy. “I never should have left you.”
Nalah drew her mate’s muzzle towards herself, a tender kiss breaking the building maelstrom. “I am yours now. That’s all i ever wanted.”
Though it shouldn’t have been a surprise, Sahari reestablished the connection greedily, the smouldering spark of lust and rapacious need imparted when Tel had teased Joseph being fanned by an overwhelming desire to embrace her mate.
It was chaste at first, small touches growing to a more exploratory caress as Sahari leaned back into Nalah, the latter moving her paws to brush over the stomach of her lover and allowing the claws to drag over her flesh. Each line in the fur stoked more involved osculation, the black-furred female’s breath growing wanting when Nalah hooked her claws under her leather top, pulling it upwards to free the heaving mounds underneath. They fell with considerable weight, the planner’s paws pressing and moulding them in her grasp while allowing the bond to guide her motions.
It was curious, but the slightest prick against the skin of a breast from a tight grip with her claws seemed to send a shiver through the ex-Grand Huntress, her back arching and tail wrapping around Nalah’s waist to pull them closer together. There was no questioning the origin of the heat that burned within the female now.
A lethargic claw dragged down her stomach, pausing above her centre before redirecting to tease the flesh of her thighs, a second abandoning the chest it was so fond of to follow its other’s path in a mirrored fashion. Reaching as far as she could from this position, she extended all of her claws to their fullest, a soft rippling of fur following the digits towards Sahari’s lower. Their journey was paused by paws, Sahari’s shuddering breath accompanying the wanting gaze directed at her mate.
“Planning on having all the fun for yourself?” she asked through almost molten eyes, her heat burning brightly behind her gaze. Nalah didn’t need an explanation for what she wanted, nor would she deny the beautiful love of her life even the slightest whim.
Removing herself from behind Sahari, Nalah deftly disrobed, laying the female on her back as she did so. Without much more than a smile, she mounted across her chest, lowering herself so that she could teasingly nip at the hips and thighs that bucked and pinched delightfully between her teeth. Each bite increased the scent that had become so close and was filling her mind with nothing but desire to create more, every inhalation causing her own heat to spill.
A sudden sensation had her lose strength in the arms that supported her weight, her body crashing down atop the black-furred female as Sahari slowly rolled her tongue over Nalah’s lowers. A gasp escaped her as claws gained purchase against her rear, ruining any chance of escape. A black tail wrapped around her neck, directing her to return the actions. Nalah obeyed, burying her muzzle in the supple flesh that softly parted under even the slightest touch as waves of ecstasy prevented her from thinking.
She didn’t need thought, her mind was already disregarding all but the sensations being forced upon her and the bond which enhanced them as she followed Sahari’s pace. It was an addictive sensation, truth be told. To feel one’s own pleasure building as they feel a fragment of their effort return it vicariously. To have your mind cloud on two fronts as you lose yourself to far more than one would accomplish without such a connection.
The ebb and flow of their attentions kept each other on the edge of bliss, time stretching to just a suggestion as both fought to please the other first with each cliff building the proverbial peak higher and higher for the eventual plunge. Nibbles and careful application of the barbs on their tongues teased pain through pleasure, wandering licks and claws tracing just beyond what would complete their goal, stifled moans and rocking cores held in place by their lover.
She felt a shock up her spine, Sahari digging her claws into the blond-furred female’s tail at the base, a slight pull forced the lapping and penetrating organ deeper, rapidly building Nalah’s peak faster than she could process. Not to be outdone, she doubled down on her attentions, her mind fuzzy as she pierced Sahari’s opening with her claws, a slow rolling touch to her rings being a weak point she had discovered their first time together.
The sparks approaching, she pushed deeper and deeper, taking a moment to play with each ring she crossed with a tender touch, a slight drag of her claws causing Sahari’s bucking hips to falter as Nalah’s weight pinned her in place.
One shock became two, two became three, three became a muffled gasp that failed as she bit down on Sahari’s centre, the slight pain sending the final push to match their timings.
It took a while for Sahari’s tail to unwind, Nalah rolling off as aftershocks caused her to twitch and the restrained pull of oxygen returned to its full draw, her legs failing to respond to commands. The ex-Grand Huntress regained her faculties first, managing to drop herself into Nalah’s shoulder to mark her again, the slight sting causing another wave to roll down her hips as the female’s paw gently covered her exposed lower with soft pressure that continued to soothingly send pulses of tender affection. She drunkenly returned the mark, enjoying Sahari’s contentment as the haze of their act faded, and loving touch reigned.
The black-furred female nuzzled into her mate, her words soft and barely lucid as exhaustion from a restless moon caught up with her. “Tel claimed she would send us all to the Void if Joseph requested it.”
Nalah perked slightly, herself slightly more awake, but only just. “That should be reassuring, no?”
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“Why?” came the question, weighed heavily by a tepid disappointment. Nalah stroked her muzzle with a paw.
“Because if she would part with you, one of exceedingly few that she wished to show herself to, then his being will perhaps be the last to fall on this planet. He is safe, Sahari. Trust your friend to ensure he remains as such.”
Sahari smiled dryly, a genuine tint colouring it beneath the surface. She didn’t respond, the fatigue leading her into a deep rest within Nalah’s arms. The planner encapsulated her mate, her eyes closing as true peace faded from the bond in adherence to the waning consciousness. A pointless voicing left her lips, but it was important to her nonetheless.
“I love you, Sahari. Rest well.”
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Joseph gained sight of the pod, the sun only partly through its descent into the horizon. It was times like this he was thankful for the slightly longer days, since it would be solidly late-evening on Earth. The trip hadn’t been as lonely as he might have expected with Tel taking to the forest, the knowledge that she was nearby at all times making it rather cathartic.
He really hadn’t had any time alone since he met the Atmo, for better or worse. It meant that he didn’t particularly have much in the way of privacy, but he also never found himself staring into space with a silent yearning for someone to care. It should have made him slightly uneasy to be travelling through the trees without direct company, but he simply took to telling stories from various points in his life, taking comfort in knowing someone was listening to him, even if he couldn’t see them.
The part that had completely erased any anxiety was finding a moss-wolf corpse in his path, a quill pinning the muzzle closed and a clean cut across the throat being a signature of his assassin girlfriend taking care of problems before he even knew there was an issue. He hefted it onto his back and carried it along the rest of the way, figuring she would like fresh meat to work with for them to have something besides jerky for their meal.
Adjusting the wolf over his shoulder, he entered the small clearing around the thing that crashed him into the planet, memories of teaching Violet her first ‘punches’ playing through his mind as he passed across the back where Mama had liked to whittle away at her sculptures. It was only a short time, all things considered, but it was the first true shelter he had given them, and it held a small place in his heart because of it.
He paused at a surprisingly disassembled portion of the pod, parts aplenty scattered around the gaping hole that likely once held the thruster that Harrow had removed. For all her love of technology, it seemed that her interest in it faded once she got what she wanted from it. He flinched when he considered what would have happened to the terminal if he had let her disassemble it like she had asked, a silent reminder being made to himself to scold her for making such a mess.
The final thing he wanted to check before entering the pod was the door, a cautious eye checking for even the slightest breach in the seal. Finding none, he reached a hand in and fiddled with the lock, nodding when it was re-engaged as he explained to the orange-furred female and not just loosely coupled.
He laid the wolf to the side as he hauled on the door, the slight incline resting all of the weight against his pull. It took a few tries, but eventually he found an angle that worked better, the door releasing a bit of a bang as it swung open enough for gravity to take it the rest of the way.
Grimacing at the noise, he hefted the wolf back onto his shoulder to lay inside until Tel decided what she wanted to do with it, scanning the inside slowly with a roll of his wrist confirming his blade-bracer was still on.
Luckily, it seemed to have only been mildly used, the bed being slightly moved from the wall and a towel draped over the end of it, likely from Volta. The lights were off, only the indirect daylight spilling into the room offering illumination for him to see by. He placed the wolf down on the counter before moving to clear the rest of the pod, pausing at the bathroom to listen before he entered a room he couldn’t see into. Finding it as silent as the rest, he gingerly pressed the door open, keeping a finger on the extension mechanism of his bracer. He could activate it on most of his body, but this let him do it without needing to catch it on anything in particular.
A sound had him engage it, the blade meeting empty air in the dark room. He strained his ears, listening for anything he might need to swing at before finding the light-switch. He winced when the room lit up, finding that he had knocked over a small trashcan in his blind entry. He flicked the release, his arm jolting slightly as the bracer returned to its unassuming form. He let out the breath he had been holding, taking a long look around before exiting the bathroom.
The wolf he had laid on the counter was gone, some of Tel’s supplies she had brought with her laid in its place. He rolled his eyes at her showing off her stealth before unpacking the few things he had on hand. It wasn’t all that much—some food, two water-skins, and a few assorted things that they might need—but he was mostly expected to sort the lock and jot down anything that should be brought along to get the pod functional as a half-way point for longer hunting expeditions.
He took out the tablet, quill, and small ink container, jotting down the first couple things that he noticed would be needed before laying them on the counter again next to his bag. A lazy check around the outside perimeter confirmed that there wasn’t anything of note to be seen, including whatever happened to the wolf or Tel.
“Tel! I’m gonna start with the lock. I’ll let you know if i get something working.”
His voice carried through the forest, the wildlife silencing at his volume before returning to their day after a few moments. There was no response from the trees, but he figured she would have heard him and flicked down his hood to fiddle with the mechanisms in the door.
It was a slow process, the lock having never been meant for more than interacting with the bio-scanner that he had beaten off when he landed and the rest pierced with Mama’s help. Without the electronics to tell it what to do, it meant that someone needed to manually cycle several components. With a bit of finesse, and a mountain of trial-and-error, he was able to set it up so that one would need to engage two sections partially before a third would retract, allowing the first two to draw back and freeing the third to extend again.
Was it an obvious solution? Fuck no, that was the point. The third mechanism being hidden near the top of the door made the damn thing pretty much impossible to notice if you weren’t looking for it, and the failing extension of the other two would lead people to think it was broken as a whole.
Letting the door slam shut, he reversed the process, wincing as a gear ground the wrong way when he forced the last step. A tentative lock and unlock of the door had him sigh in relief, the dirt clogging the cog falling out and removing the worrying noise.
He pulled the door open again, nodding as he eased it the rest of the way instead of startling himself again. It was something he could stick a piece of ironwood in to bind as well, so that should discourage pretty well anyone from entering when it was empty. Closing it behind him when he went to try it from the inside, he found the process much easier since more of the internals were hidden behind panels that he could take off with a bit of fiddling. At least this part was maintenance friendly.
Confirming that it was going to stay locked, and more importantly, was able to be bound from the inside, he pushed the door open again and scanned the trees, pouting when the grey-furred female failed to be present.
“I got it! Looks like it’ll take a tank to get in, and unfortunately, i forgot mine in my other pants!”
The only sound after his admittedly crappy joke was his own chuckling, Tel failing to find it amusing enough to openly respond. He sighed, a slight deflation of his mood only comforted by knowing she was around somewhere.
“Well, I’m going to get a bath, i guess. I’ll see you when you’re done.”
He couldn’t help the slightly sad tone his voice took, but he was glad she was probably fine. The door closed behind him, the lock left as it was so that she could enter when she was finished with the wolf or she decided to show herself again.
He stripped off his clothes, tossing the towel he found in the wash along with the articles that Pan made, though it was only after the cycle started that he wondered if they were machine-washable. Frowning and taking a breath to shrug his shoulders, he ran the water in the tub, sinking into it and enjoying the warmth before scrubbing off the sweat he accumulated from the long walk, his muscles soothed by the heat.
The door to the pod banged closed from outside of the bathroom, the sound telling of his girlfriend finishing whatever was keeping her out. He closed his eyes, expecting her to poke her head in to make fun of him or something. “Welcome back!”
Still, no words returned his own, silence being the only retort besides the slight sound of metal and cogs. She was locking the door?
He shrugged, sinking further into the water and conceding that it was best if she got to try it out a bit before he showed how he figured they could go about it. He scrubbed himself down again, lazily getting out and fetching the towel. The clothing would take another pass, something he was iffy on due to the handmade nature, but it had survived the first cycle well enough, he supposed. Activating it and drying himself off, he decided to grab the spare set out of his bag.
Yawning, he wandered into the main room, opening his eyes to the sound of a click behind him. It was pitch black, the lack of skylights or artificial illumination rendering him blind. “Tel?”
He turned around, a brow raised pointlessly towards the bathroom. Not being that far from it, and knowing he would have an easier time navigating the darker room if there was at least some sort of bounce-lighting, he took a step back the way he came so he could turn that light back on.
The slightest brush of fur across the nape of his neck had him spin in place, his eyes straining to see something without anything to assist the process. The slightest sound of claw on the floor to his right had him adjust his footing, only to hear it again behind him near his left. Tel was fucking with him.
He smirked.
Joseph closed his eyes, straining his ears and whatever other senses he could to place where she was. A few settling breaths caught the slightest scent of peppermint that had been absent before. He followed his nose as best he could, but she seemed content to keep moving around the room.
A slight prick against his back had him spin in place, using the likely posture she would take to guide his hand to grab at her. His fingertips brushed fur, a sweet giggle being the first thing he heard from her since she had disappeared earlier in the day.
“Close.”
He shot his hand out to his right, meeting nothing but empty air. A voice in his ear distracted him.
“What’s wrong, my male? Eager?”
Another spin failed to net him any progress, but his smile was wide regardless. The cool air on his exposed manhood informed him that Tel had stolen his towel while he was too busy trying to catch her, but he just laughed upon the realization. “Says the one who stripped me.”
A nip on his shoulder sent a shot of electricity down his spine, her claws slipping down and away from his back before he could catch her. “I believe i am the only one who has not seen what is mine.”
He noticed the slight sulk in her voice, but even the two steps forward he took failed to bring him closer to the source of the words. “You turned off the lights.”
Another giggle behind him had him turn around, only to have his hands forcefully pulled behind him and bound by something at the wrists. The heat from her breath in his ear made his mind cloudy. “I prefer to experience.”
A step back brought up solid with the end of the bed, causing him to lose balance and fall onto it, his feet planting themselves on the floor. He laughed, unable to really think beyond wondering if this was payback for the kitchen incident. “That would go easier if i wasn’t tied up and blind.”
A claw dragging up his stomach only slightly distracted from the fur he felt brush his thigh. “We can’t have that, my male. There’s no running from this.”
He swallowed, his breath deepening as he internalized that, yep, this was payback. He felt a bit of disappointment in the likely outcome of her simply getting him going before abandoning the act.
“Are you going to make it something i want to run from?” he asked cheekily, deciding to play the full game to get his amusement, if nothing else. A wet tongue running up from his hip caused his breath to hitch and doubts to evaporate, the effect on him being immediate.
“You won’t be able,” she giggled, her paw planting on his chest before slowly sliding slower as she kissed and bit at his neck. “I watched you lock the door, Joseph. No way in. No way out. Nothing but steel between us and anything that might save you.”
He almost choked on his own saliva as his swallow was timed with her brushing her pads over his excitement, a pleased purr in his ear deepening his already anticipating breath. She refused to wrap her paws around it, opting to rub the smooth back of her claws over it with agonizing slowness. The syrupy seduction of her voice was the only other sensation, not even her weight on the bed telling of her position or orientation. Her phantom touch imparted shocks through his system, disconnection between voice and pleasure leaving his mind swimming.
“Seems your body is far more honest than you are, my male.”
He opened his mouth to retort, expelling nothing but a shuddered breath as a warm and wet feeling crawled up his shaft, rolling around his tip before encapsulating him. His hips bucked involuntarily as Tel took him deeper inside her mouth, the texture of barbs on her tongue worrying him until he noticed that nothing caught on the upstroke. It was slightly clumsy at first, but she quickly found a rhythm that caused his mind to blank, his restrained arms prohibiting him from doing anything about the attention he was receiving other than writhe.
The sudden cold of the ambient air had him twitching, his feeble attempts at regaining his sense of self doing little to stop him from being enraptured by the predatory chuckling of the female who had him at her fingertips. “I was told you seemed rather interested in such things.” A claw slid up his torso, her tongue and teeth playing on his shoulder while her free paw stroked him slowly. “I would say it was everything you were hoping for.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to form a coherent reply. A huff of satisfaction preceded a burning warmth above his face, the scent of peppermint and a feminine sweetness dampening the air he drew. The finest of furs brushed his nose, a shift in the weight on the bed was followed by her breath on his lower, the slightest kisses placed to his pelvis happening between shifting strokes. Her arm braced across his hips to stop them from moving.
He went by instinct, his tongue looking to indulge in the somewhat addicting scent. The slick fluids easily made way for him in her parting, the smell of peppermint proving to be found on her inner thighs. Stiffening at his involvement, Tel lowered her hips, burying him in the tender yet firm rear he spent far too much time staring at when he wasn’t paying attention, and occasionally when he was paying too much as well. The taste of her coated his tongue, it being somewhat different than what he had experienced before, but every bit as erotic as it encouraged him to draw more from within. A sudden warmth on his member distracted him until he found the cognizance to continue, her subtle moans sending vibrations through him.
Her tempo varied, sometimes being rapid and deep, other times being slow rolls around the tip, always keeping him on the edge of sanity. Eventually, his own attentions grew avaricious, seeking to drive her to her peak before she could do such to him. A teasing bite to her fold had her body lock up, a muffled squeal had her falling fully onto him, her throat taking his length all at once pushing him over the edge, his climax pouring out in waves. She instinctively swallowed, each pulse of her muscles pulling more out of him as his mind turned to a sea of white and heat.
They stayed like that for a while, her womanhood resting against him in a warm press of supple flesh while his manhood nested deeply inside of her muzzle. He worried that she might have issues breathing, but the steady push of her chest against him proved it to not be a concern. Her breath restarted more forcefully as she ran a paw down his thigh, not taking the time to remove him from herself. A chortle sent teasing grips into his shaft, a slight rocking of her tongue bringing him fully to bear once again. She stroked him with her mouth a few times before allowing a long draw from her tongue to free him, the air feeling like ice in comparison.
“It has been quite a while since I’ve done that,” she admitted playfully, a wiggle of her hips brushing her soaked slit across his lips. He kissed it, causing her to jolt slightly.
“Guess you’re not out of practice,” he chuckled tiredly.
“Neither are you, it seems.” The amusement in her voice seemed slightly surprised, her touch soft against his skin. “Though, i wonder what you will think of this?”
He was about to ask what she meant, but her hips slid down his form, her knees against his legs and feet touching his sides telling of her intentions. Her tail wrapped around him, holding her objective in alignment for her plunge.
His breath escaped roughly, the rings inside her passing over him in rapid succession almost driving him to his end yet again. Her weight shifted backwards as she exhaled in rapture, both of her paws placed behind her to stabilize herself. She raised her hips almost to the point of freeing him, her tail stroking his exposed length.
“That’s different,” he commented between breaths, fighting the building sensation as she gently massaged his tip with her lower as her tail stroked the rest.
She giggled, pulling him out so that just her folds teased him before sheathing him with a drop of her weight, her concentric muscles inside working him feverishly. It wasn’t the precise manipulations that Pan had displayed, each ring acting with the sole purpose of pulling his peak, but it wasn’t something he could complain about. As it turned out, Tel was a fast learner through her shuddering moans and rocking hips, the occasional full withdraw only contrasting the burning heat within more and more.
Her long motions shortened to little more than slight shifts of her hips as her breathing started hitching, a tremor building within her that amplified her attempts to extract his essence. In a startlingly impressive display of flexibility, he felt her ears on his chest, her lips meeting his own to stifle both of their vocalizations through the heavy arching of her back. Her greedy tongue sought his own as he felt pressure building within him, his tensing drawing a weak chuckle from Tel.
Spasms shot through her, a final pull and descent having her claws dig into him as she reached her end, her body falling limp atop his own. He didn’t even get time to wonder if she was able to finish him, her rings continuing their assault despite the owner’s exhaustion. He bit down on the flesh of her neck as he came, a choked squeal sending shivers down her body as she soaked him in yet again.
They laid silent for a while, their breathing evening out after some time. The slow movements of her rings threatened to excite him further, but his natural end had him slip out before that could be achieved, the spilling remains of their connection pouring slowly. He nuzzled into her neck, her warm chuckle as she returned it as best she could from her back bringing a content smile to his face.
“So, a locked bunker away from everyone else is what it took?” he asked curiously, his voice a bit dry. She nodded languidly.
“Many have lost their Sheaths during their first coupling. It is when we are at our most vulnerable, after all.”
He frowned a bit, unable to see her expression, but her tone conveyed that there was more than a bit of sorrow in it. “Personal experience?”
A soft shake of her head accompanied a gentle touch of her paw against his side, as if she was confirming that he was still there. “My blood-mother warned me many times, and many of those I’ve know had lost theirs.”
“Your mom seems pretty hell-bent on it if this is what you’ve been wanting to do.” He chuckled, failing to free his arms from behind him. He was a bit thankful she tied them the way she did, otherwise he would have lost blood flow to them a while ago.
“She lost hers,” Tel replied quietly, her pads still grazing over his skin tenderly.
“I thought Trill was-”
“He is my sire, yes,” she corrected before he could finish. “But he was not my blood-mother’s Sheath. He purchased the rights for her when she failed her duty.”
Joseph scowled. “Wait, he bought her?”
“From what i remember, it was not as bad as you fear, my male. Worry not.” She reassured him, her paw rising to caress his cheek. “Were it not for his involvement, she would have been slain by her own paw for failing her vow. Though she regretted her past, she was content to fulfill her duty to the Blademaster. I am the result of such, and with this...” He felt her free paw softly stroke over his skin, the sensation disappearing as it likely continued to her stomach. “I have surpassed her in every way.”
He fell silent, contemplating the revelation for a while as her pads gently played across his jaw. “Was she happy?”
Tel paused, taking a moment to flip over so that her small breasts pressed into his chest, her muzzle tucking into the crook of his neck. “She was a Blade, such is of no consequence.”
Joseph took a breath, a whispered question carrying his hopes. “Are you?”
She failed to answer, seconds stretching into the minutes. He closed his eyes, the darkness doing nothing to disguise his emotions. A pain in his shoulder came from Tel’s bite, it driving deeper than the previous time she did it. She held it for a long moment, separating to kiss him. Her head laid back onto his shoulder, her words just a touch above absolute silence.
“Now i am.”
He smiled, listening to her breathing slow in his ear.