Year 17

After two years of thinking, and two years of experimentation of mammal pregnancies and reproductive experimentation, Alfred had finally been convinced enough to give me a direct answer to whether or not he'd be the father of our child. Of course, he answered yes. Who wouldn't want to have me? Where else can you find a woman so ready to gamble the loss of her child in order to bring potential happiness to the man she loved?

I've had a lot of thinking, and I've realized I'm not a flawless being after all. I'd never admit it, though. If this goes through I'd have to deal with an entirely unique life form, and the potential backlash from Coinnle, and maybe the rest of society. Coinnle was understanding, she'll be the one who most understand why I had done these things.

Right now, I was sitting next to Alfred, trying to figure out what exactly is the best method of, you know, doing the deed. We were both clothed and as it turns out, almost shockingly, Alfred hadn't known a woman through his century of life. Too obsessed with art, he said. What's the appeal of women, he said. They're gross and too needy, he said. Perhaps the last one was true to an extent, women can be needy. Like me.

I've seen other animals do the deeds, considering it's part of my research. From beetles, to wasps, to birds, and to other living animals, I've got a pretty good idea of what's the rough idea of sex is supposed to be like. Sort of short, a bit awkward, and embarrassing to look at. And since I couldn't rely on Alfred to lead the way, it's going to be have to be a cooperative dance. The obvious of taking off our clothes went without saying.

And of course, we hadn't done that.

"Maybe we should bathe ourselves first. I might stink." I said, trying to break these strange tension filling the air. Ainnir was still in the room, she had grown some amount of dependence with me and didn't like when I wasn't around, so if we did she would also have to come. And I very much so doubt she'd care about us mating. She had been drawing pictures of flowers, something she had very quickly learned and, to a very limited extent, taught by Coinnle about. Even now, with Alfred in the room, she continued her diligent work.

"I've smelled you worse than you are now." Alfred, forever the most charming man, rudely added.

"So I do stink?"

"No, you don't. You're fine."

"And what about you? You don't think you stink?"

"My body odor has never been something most complain about, so I assume not. But if you'd prefer, then let's wash ourselves."

I shuffled my butt in place. We were both sitting on my bed, lightly touching our hands together to show some sign of intimacy. In truth, touching Alfred sort of scared me. I had been very clear that he's not to move too fast, since I had a very real trauma over his actions. He understood entirely and would rarely move in a way that I found too frightening to handle.

But didn't want to shower. I wanted him to hold me and embrace me, now. "Nah. Let's get our clothes off to start with."

"Good idea."

But neither of us got up. I glanced at Alfred, his face entirely neutral, and then made to get up myself. He soon followed. "You can be more proactive, ya know."

"Don't wanna scare you, ya know."

Fair point. "Just be slow and it'll be fine. I don't want you to be a puppet who does everything I say exclusively. I want to be with you because you want to be with me.

Alfred didn't respond to my poor logic but instead devoted himself to unclothing himself. He was slow, although not excruciatingly so, and eventually he had gotten himself naked. He had much fewer clothes than I did so it wasn't much of a surprise. I was in bloomers while he was without anything. I ignored his body up until I had taken my bloomers off, revealing my womanhood to the wolf beside me. And also the bee beside me, who had decided now would be the good time to stare.

I tried to shoo her away but she didn't respond. Idiot. She had her own room that I had designated as her own, so I picked up her and brought her inside. It was big enough to allow for a parchment of paper to also fit, so she'd rarely complain or make a fuss about it. I left her in there and went back to Alfred. He was standing in place, arms to his side, watching me as I moved the little bee-in-a-doll into her home. Now, standing in front of each other, we could reassess the correct method of engagement.

I looked into his eyes, the chin and cheeks that he managed to always be nearly completely bare of any hair, the eyes that seemed aligned perfectly for the sole purpose of showing the depth of his thoughts. The nose that spoke of nobility, and the lips that were on the side of thinness. In all, I have no clue what I'm doing.

His body was as I've seen it before, it wasn't like I had spent all these fifteen years unaware of how muscular he was. The only new piece of information was the tiny golden bush he kept hidden beneath his clothes, and the penis and testicles he had also hidden away. I've seen these features before, but never up close. On drawings I definitely have. But in the flesh and so close? No. Some level of curiosity existed in me, though.

I looked back up at Alfred and saw that he had an amused confusion on his face. He shook his head slightly when I made eye contact with him again, and he slowly moved his right hand towards my shoulder. He placed it there and then moved down, almost beckoning me to move up with him. I had to get on my tippy-toes, and our lips touched gently. I didn't feel much of anything. I've read one romance book back in Coinnle's library, and the author described the first kiss as an electric shock that ran from his lips to the tips of his toes, but I felt none of that.

Felt like I was touching lips with Alfred, nothing more. The look on Alfred's eyes told me he had felt the same. I don't know whether that was his first kiss or not, maybe I should ask?

"Was that your first?"

"No, I've had women steal kisses from me before. You've done it before, haven't you?"

"I don't think that one counted. I also stole it from you. This is the first real-real kiss, and I have to say, it's underwhelming."

Alfred smiled and pat my head. "Never understood it myself, either. Do you prefer head pats or kisses?"

"Head pats." Alfred continued to stroke my hair, I no longer having any clue on what to do. "What now?"

"Do things have to progress so quickly? If I have to do this I'd prefer it not to be an emotionless exchange of fluids, it'd be a bad memory that way."

I nodded, and closed my eyes, letting Alfred draw me closer to himself. I didn't mind the physical contact with him, as long as it was intimate and not threatening. Right now, it just felt like he was hugging me and petting me. Both things I generally liked. The only difference was the body that I was pressed against, the hardness of his muscles and of the bones that hid behind his flesh were things I could feel. It was a sensation that wasn't awful, but it provoked in me curiosity.

How strong is Alfred really? How dense are his bones, how do his muscles connect together, what sort of magic does he use to not have to eat at all? Why was his skin so perfectly smooth and spotless, and so pale, all without showing any sign of this man being alive like a mortal was? I suppose my body had transitioned to something strikingly similar to his. The same shade of paleness, the same color of blush, there were other differences like how our muscle belly lengths but those were minor.

Even our nipples shared a similar color.

I wonder how this sex thing will go if all I can think about isn't the dick pressing against my lower stomach, but instead the physiological makeup of the man I was going to carry the baby of. I started to run my hands through his body, to feel for the first time in my life feel how Alfred was shaped in a way that he allowed. Yes, he was hard, and I could feel his breathing. He was warm, something that had begun to soothe me as he continued his petting of my head.

But eventually both of us were exploring the other's bodies. I moved and checked everything, from his face to how his legs were constructed, even tentatively exploring what his penis felt like. It was still flaccid, a strange feeling of both disappointment and anger over the fact he didn't find my body arousing welled up, but I ignored the feelings. It felt like a squishy, soft piece of skin enveloping something slighter harder. And the balls below it were heavy and, well, it's a sac with balls in it. What am I supposed to expect?

How do men get themselves off? Stroking it, right? So I tried doing that as well. Alfred didn't stop me, and eventually something began to happen. The flesh began to engorge from my stroking, not something I wasn't entirely unfamiliar seeing in other animals. But to see it done because of my own efforts was an entirely different experience. I stared at the thing, unsure of what to do with it.

"We should be preparing you rather than me, Eithne. Is your curiosity satisfied?"

I looked up at Alfred, his hand on my shoulder, and nodded. He moved me over to the bed and had me lay down, then moved over to my side and placed a single handle on my inner thigh. That sent a wave of pleasure across from me, the simple touch of his hands against me shocking me in a way the touching of lips hadn't.

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"Be careful, alright?" I pleaded, unsure of what I should do with my hands. Should I lay them to my side or clutch them to my chest, or should I try to pleasure Alfred as well? Opting for holding my tail and placing and biting the side of one of my fingers with the other, I waited and let Alfred do whatever he wanted to do. He moved both his hands and opened up my thighs slightly, and then moved closed to my side, right next to me to be exact. His face, almost neutral save for the slightly worried look he had in his eyes, was close to mine.

He kissed my forehead, a feeling that felt much better than the kiss he placed on my lips, and moved his left hand to my pubic hair. I suppose you have to start somewhere, right? He felt at it, perhaps curiosity of his own was revealing itself, and then finally moved to the my lower lips, gently feeling it with a single finger. This is actually pretty scary, once again I didn't know where to move my hands. I'll keep the hand on my tail, but the one being bitten is feeling awkward. I moved it towards Alfred, trying to grab him in some way, but that was proving awkward.

"Can we change position?" I asked, this is feeling incredibly awkward and fear is starting to bite at my heart.

"Sure." Alfred scooped up my body from the bed, moved towards the wall and leaned his back on it. An incredible display of athleticism considering he held me in his arms and had to use his legs to move over to the wall, but he finally let me down on his lap, his cock against my own back, and asked, "This alright?"

I nodded, and moved my left hand towards his left, grabbing it and keeping it held. Alfred placed his chin on my neck and began to feel me out once again, this time a bit more forward than aggressive than before. He felt for my entrance, and once he had found it he began to trace soft circles around it. I had to admit, I was wet already, so I wasn't entirely sure what Alfred wanted to do with me. But he continued, moving away from the entrance and instead focusing on my clit. Did he really not know a woman before? He already knows where the rough place of everything was.

Maybe he just knows female anatomy too well.

Once he had, perhaps waiting for a sign, thought I was aroused enough, he began to try to insert a single finger inside. I've never put anything bigger than my own finger inside, and compared to what my tiny hands could offer his was much, much bigger. Now I'm starting to understand why Alfred wanted to 'prepare' me first, the finger he was slowly inserting already felt like he was stretching me out, almost to the point of being painful. I did my best to relax, and only occasionally squirmed from his touch.

I looked over to where Ainnir's home was and made sure she wasn't looking, or had left it. She didn't. That's good. So I moved my head so I could rub cheeks with Alfred, instincts controlling me rather than anything rational. He continued to slowly fill me with a single finger, up until even I could feel that he no longer had any finger to continue with. Now it felt sort of painful, but I could manage through it.

He began the slow movement of fingering, playing with my button as he etched me closer towards release, I watched his hand as he continued his assault, my hand squeezing his other hand tightly and my tail twitching again him, until my body tensed and I clenched my teeth and body waiting for the rolls of tension to stop its mind numbing hold over my muscles.

Alfred stopped moving then, instead squeezing his hand gently back against my own powerful squeeze, until everything was released and I could once again breath like I would normally. By panting was rough, and my gaze was hazy for a slight moment, but I recovered in short order.

"You alright?"

I nodded, rubbing my cheeks lazily on Alfred's own cheeks. Alfred let go of my hand, of which I regretfully parted, and moved me off of his lap and onto the bed once again. My back was laying on the blankets, and Alfred had begun to move closer to me, grabbing both of my legs and positioning them so that he could bring his torso closer to my hips. I was lithe enough to have my legs be stretched around, if he wanted. I was a catamarán, and just like our animal counterparts we were more supple than the average human.

But he didn't have me do any strange acrobatics, instead I moved my legs so that I could hug him with them, and we were both locked close to each other, hips touching, Alfred over me and I staring up at him.

"This is probably going to hurt. You ready?"

"I'd prefer to be hugging you rather than laying down like a sad sack of meat."

He made an 'oh,' sound and we both moved to get into a different position. Once again I was sitting in his lap, my legs hugging around him, and our faces near. I hugged him closer to me and rested my chin on his shoulder, and waited for whatever he was going to do.

"Help me here, Eithne."

"With what?"

Alfred grabbed my butt and lifted me off his lap slightly, and I realized he had his two hands occupied with my rear, so maybe he wanted help getting his dick in the right position? I nodded and departed myself from his shoulder, moving a hand down and grabbing his dick. The position was awkward, but as he lowered my body onto his angry member, my entrance met with his tip. He paused, and I let go, looking into his eyes as he began to sink deeper into me.

Now this was painful. I could feel my hymen begin to tear, and staring at Alfred as he did so was beginning to make me more scared than reassured, so I went back to his shoulder and hugged him instead.

"Does it hurt?"

I nodded, not answering verbally.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Please, just insert it as deep as it can go. Be gentle."

Alfred nodded back and continued to drop me on to him at a slow and manageable pace. I kept my breathing in check, tried not to squeeze him too tightly nor did I try to move in a way that's too sudden, and eventually his member was as deep as our flesh could allow it to be, our hips meeting together. Neither of us moved, Alfred was controlling his own breathing as I myself had been. Not knowing what else to do, I waited for him to make the next move. Or was he waiting for me?

That was a good thing considering the entirely alien sensation of having someone hilt inside me, and the pain that came from it. Alfred, after five or so minutes had passed and I had gotten enough of a familiarity with the presence, began to move. Or rather, he picked me up slowly and began to move me up and down as if I was a toy.

The entire concept of arousal over having someone you love make love to you, while pleasant as a thought, didn't feel so pleasant in actuality. It mostly just hurt, and the feeling good part was washed out from the noise of the pain of my first time. For how long he'll last within me, I don't know. But maybe if he endured long enough the pain would lessen enough for me to reach orgasm.

I squeezed his cock as best I could, trying to have Alfred release his seed sooner rather than later. Alfred in turn picked up on the fact that I was now consciously participating rather than being a limp, hugging doll and began to move at a very slightly faster rate. His own breathing was now more controlled, was he getting tired from literally moving me up and down? I doubt it. Wouldn't it be more logical to have us grind against each other rather than have him move me up and down like this?

No, but it's starting to feel somewhat nice, even if I'm trying to force the entire situation to end. But Alfred, despite my best efforts, still isn't releasing his semen. Am I doing something wrong? I'm barely doing anything, so I doubt that.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, my voice sounding more sweet than I knew I was capable of speaking.

"It's sort of painful, feels like you're trying to squeeze me dry. But yes, it feels good."

Looks like my intent had been transferred well enough. Hugging Alfred closer, something that was beginning to become impossible, I squeezed as best as I could, trying to massage Alfred's cock into releasing itself. But minutes passed, and panting from both of us began to fill in for the sound of squelching, and Alfred still hadn't released. Despite the pain having been real and present, it had truly begun to be replaced with pleasure.

"Go a bit faster," I asked, kissing and sucking on Alfred's neck. Pure instinct was starting to take over, forcing me to do things I wouldn't rationally consider doing any other time. I tried my best to make my own motions now instead of letting Alfred use me like a meat puppet, and from the occasional twitch I could feel from inside I knew it had some effect.

Alfred obliged, moving me at a pace that almost renew the pain. But it was almost too much, and I couldn't do anything but let out small yelps when he went too deep, too fast, or the occasional soft moan that I couldn't stop from escaping my lips. I felt the tension of nearing release build up from within me, my muscles tensing and my body preparing itself for the eventual explosion I was storing up from within my heart.

Alfred must've lost the concept of my possible pain, as he moved me faster and faster, pumping his dick painfully into me. Pain mixed with the feeling of pleasure, and pure instinct took over as I bit Alfred dip into his shoulder with my canines, stopping any more moans from escaping my lips. The flesh beneath surprisingly gave to the sharpness of my teeth, and finally I heard Alfred make a grunt both from pain and from finally reaching his own climax.

With a final slap of flesh against flesh he dropped me onto his hips, I feeling the violent spasms of his penis inside me, and felt the sperm he had refused to give me for too long release itself inside. My mind went blank as my own orgasm threatened to break me, my jaws clenched itself tighter around Alfred's shoulder, the taste of iron filling my mouth as I did so, and my scream being muffled into the wound I was inflicting on him.

When the twitching subsided, the worse of Alfred's cock inside me abating much faster than my own, I mindlessly took in the afterglow of the entire session. Without meaning to I licked the bite, my teeth still stuck within. When I noticed that I had bitten his flesh, fear struck me like a hammer, my heart skipped a beat and I quickly removed my teeth from Alfred. I moved myself away from the hug I had on him and looked into his eyes, his fiery gaze looked almost exhausted.

"Oh divine! Alfred, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Alfred squeezed me back, his hands released from under my butt, and held me there. "It's alright. It'll heal, don't forget what I'm a cultivator. Healing is our specialty."

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't-" Alfred placed a hand on the base of my tail and began to rub it. I yelped from the sudden scream of pleasure from his rubbing, pushing myself off of him once again. Alfred laughed, making sure his dick didn't leave the confines of my box, and stopped rubbing. I stared at him, anger replacing my fear, and pouted, waiting for Alfred's laugh to stop. I tried to get off of him, which he allowed, and I attended to the soreness of my crotch by myself.

"Jerk." Was all I said, carefully feeling the still sensitive lower lips. I looked at my fingers and noticed that yes, blood was there. And on Alfred's own member, which was no longer erect, streak of red could be seen on it. "The blankets are dirty and I feel gross, can we bathe now?"

Alfred, still giggling as if he had done the funniest thing in the world, nodded, and made to get off the bed. I moved to follow his example, but noticed that my legs weren't responding well to my commands. Oh. I was in a dilemma, then. While Alfred had gotten up, stretching his limbs and picking up both of our clothes, I waited for the best moment to tell Alfred of my problem. Perhaps anytime would work.

"Alfred?"

Alfred looked at me quizzically, "Yes?"

"Help me get up."

"What's worng?"

Some anger shot up within me. "I need help getting up, don't ask why." He nodded and offered me a hand, which I took and used my upperbody muscles to drag myself off of the bed. My feet touched the ground and luckily I could move them, although they were incredibly wobbly and unstable. My hold on Alfred was the only thing preventing me from just falling down on my ass, I could feel.

How was Ainnir doing through all this? I looked over to her and saw that she was peeking out through the door of her little home. Her black eyes and blond hair, the color scheme of a honey bee, staring at both of us. How long has she been watching for? Doesn't matter. If we're going to bathe then she'll have to come with. So I moved over to grab her, my legs slowly but surely beginning to gain back their strengths, and gave out my hand to her. She knew what it meant, so she crawled on top of it and I brought her close to my bare chest, returning to Alfred and grabbing him by the shoulder for support.