---Qulnak’s perspective---

The girl I'm on a date with scrambles up a boulder blocking the path, tail swishing back and forth to steady herself.

She makes it over to the other side and disappears from sight.

“Catch!” I shout before tossing her the spear I hold.

I just see the left hand she throws up to snatch it out of the air.

Both hands now free, I follow her with (I like to imagine) a touch more grace than she had(!)

I take the opportunity of being more than double the normal height to briefly scan around the underbrush, looking out for threats before dismounting.

“Nice!” admires Votd, pointing to the boulder behind me, with a right forefinger raised from the spear she brought, handing me back the one I just threw her, confirming that, indeed, I was just as much more graceful than her as I thought “But… can you imagine how the tall guys would get over that rock?”

She snickers as she mimes taking a high step up to the waist.

I gesture a ‘no’ and smirk “I think the [husband] ambassador is tall enough that he could just step clean over it!”

I match the high step she took but follow through for a long stride.

She bursts into giggles.

I grin at the youthful, vigorous laughter.

We walk in silence for a while through the hot, Southern forest before I ask “So… where exactly are you leading me, Votd?”

The eyes sparkle as she explains “Well… I know two things you Northerners like; cool and [privacy]… so, I’m taking us somewhere where we should have both(!)”

I raise an eyebrow “Intriguing… What is it exactly that you expect to be doing with this privacy…(?)”

She raises two hands and brings the tail in front of her, wearing a faux innocent expression, as she says “I would never presume anything of the ways of a fine, respectable, Northern [mother] such as yourself(!)… Anything you want to do there is fine by me… we can just sit and chat if you like!”

I roll eyes and say “‘Mother’ doesn’t work in that context! If you’re using it with a sexy connotation, the word you’ve called me a few times, ‘Mama’, is what we’d say… Still can’t really believe you don’t know what a ‘mother’ is, by the way! Part of me still suspects you’re playing dumb because you think I think bimbos are sexier or something(!)”

She gives a mirthful sigh and answers “Like, I totally understand the whole getting pregnant, being pregnant, giving birth process… it’s just… the stuff after that! Just strikes me as a bit greedy to treat the child you made so much more special than the ones you didn’t!”

Wryly, I answer “As opposed to just completely abandoning them to communal care(?)”

“We don’t ‘abandon’ them…” she chuckles “…we all have days to pitch in and we all give them lots of love!”

“Perhaps that explains why you Southerners are so free with the love you give(!)” I observe, smirking.

“And perhaps having [mothers] who love you specially explains why you Northerners are so greedy with it(!)” she retorts, wittily, giving a little flap of the ears.

This grinning girl is certainly no bimbo…

“Sooo… how many kids have you [mothered]?” she asks, obliviously.

“…None…” I answer, reticently.

“What!?” she cries, turning to me, face agog “At that age?… You don’t like guys or…?”

“I like men just fine… being a mother just… wasn’t what the Spirits intended for me…” I answer, stiffly.

She looks at me, confused, for some moments before two eyes widen, flick briefly down me and back up, her realising.

“Oh… Oooh! I’m so…!” I see her catch herself before adding ‘sorry’ and spending the next few moments clearly trying to figure out a word that’s sympathetic without being pitying.

I interrupt the mental work to say “It’s alright, girl… It’s not something I would have chosen but… well... it didn’t ruin the life for me or anything(!)… Never getting to be a mother meant I was able to serve the tribe in other ways, is all.”

She frowns at me for some moments before an idea strikes her “You should ask the Strangers if they know how to help! They’ve got all sorts of magic!… I was at the battle with the Monsters! Everyone they took came back as good as new when we’d assumed most of them were as good as dead! They…!”

I smile and hold up a hand and smile “Votd… I appreciate it… but it’s not something I feel particularly needs to be ‘fixed’… don’t worry!”

She scans the expression I’m making for a few moments before smiling and gesturing in the affirmative.

I turn to look forward, walking on and chuckling as I add “Besides… at this age I doubt it’s even possible for me to be a mother anymore(!)”

She stops dead and says “Oh… you don’t know about [regen]?”

I frown back “I don’t know about what?”

---Votd’s perspective---

The mouthwateringly sexy, older woman is clearly still a little dazed from what I just explained to her as I lead her down a path, between the cliffs, to the river edge.

“You alright, hun?” I smirk back at her.

“Still… err… still processing it!” she says, woozily, as if she’s smoked too much herb(!)

“Yeah… it’s a bit much!”

“And… they’re just going to give this to us?” she asks.

“If the peace talks go well… and the [Parliament] accept us… yeah!”

“Ah… yes… the big ‘if’s(!)… This place is gorgeous, by the way!” she says, shaking back to the present and taking in the crystal clear river, running over the rocks at the bottom of the canyon “Are we there yet? We’re going to cool off in the river?”

“Not quite…” I gesture in the negative then left, up the river “…The place I’m taking you is a little ways further upstream.”

I lead the pair of us along the bank.

The river is too shallow and transparent for me to pay it much mind.

Realistically, it’s not going to have any threats hiding in it.

The bank, on the other hand, I’m scanning far ahead on! If there just happens to be a predator that’s wandered up here, every moment of warning we have will be worth more to us than blood metal!

Luckily, the date spot I chose comes into view around the corner with nary a predator in sight.

“Here we are, Mama!” I grin at the woman I’m on a date with, dropping the spear on the rock and gesturing forward to the wide, deep plungepool, the water easily clear enough to see the bottom (nearly three Folk deep), even through the splash of the waterfall cascading into it from the (six Folk tall) cliffs above.

“Privacy?” I gesture around at all the no one else here “Check!… Cool?” I point to the water I know will be freezing cold, despite the time of year, due to how close to the source it is “Check!… Romance? Well… you’ll have to tell me if I’m romancing hard enough for Northern tastes(!)”

The attractively weatherbeaten face of the older, pale blue skinned woman twists into a mirthful grin as she answers “I consider myself exceedingly well romanced right now, girl(!)… Kudos!”

“I live to please…(!)” I grin “Now… may I interest you in a swim in the plungepool? Shower in the waterfall? Passionatefuckwithagirlhalftheageyouare(?) Sit and chat in the shady undercut?”

An eyebrow cocks as she asks “What was that last one?”

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“Sit and chat in the cave?” I answer, innocently.

“No, before that!” she chuckles.

“Shower in the waterfall? Swim in the pool?”

“After that!” she giggles.

I give a mischievous shrug of the shoulders “Don’t know what you’re talking about… You must be hearing things(!)”

“Oh, I’m sure(!)” she says, dropping the spear and reaching a hand to the left sleeve of the thin garment she wears, pulling it down over the left hand and smiling “I think I’d like a swim first, girl…”

---Qulnak’s perspective---

I liberate the left arm from the clothing then repeat for the right.

I pull down the apparel covering the top half of me to the waist then all the way to the stoney ground, plucking the tail out of the tail hole with a yank.

The mouth falls open on Votd, red blood tinging the green cheeks with orange as she stares.

“Don’t tell me the Southerner is getting bashful of a little nudity(!)” I tease, hoping that there isn’t a lilac tint on the cheeks, mirroring the orange on her.

She stammers “Err… erm… err… Not n-normally, no… but… y-you… you’re more beautiful than I thought…”

Spirits! It feels good to be desired like this!

It’s been a while since anyone’s made me feel this sexy!

“Glad to hear it…” I grin “…Now… are you going to join me or do you want to make me swim alone?”

She takes the cue and excitedly begins denuding herself (not that she was wearing much to take off(!))

She slides hands under the two halves of the garment she wears and out of the slit that divides it down the front.

Without a body to support it, it falls behind her and she quickly pushes it down the legs, leaving her as naked as I am.

I look her up and down.

“You’re not too bad yourself, girl(!)” I admire.

“I know…” she smirks, the brief flirt with bashfulness having completely disappeared.

“How’s that?” I ask, eyes narrowed mirthfully.

“Because you watched me the entire time I undressed!” she teases.

I laugh and then take the hand and begin walking into the water.

It’s wonderfully cool and refreshing after how hot and sweaty I got, walking through that oppressively humid forest!

As the water comes to the upper thigh on me, I hear a loud shriek from behind me.

I turn to give a quizzical frown to the girl.

So much shorter than me, the groin is already submerged on her.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s cold… It shocked me.” she answers.

Incredulously, I stand in silence for a few moments before saying “…This?… This is too cold for you?!”

“Yes… Cold enough to surprise me, at least!” she answers with good natured defiance “I’m sure you’ll tell me that this is nothing compared to what you’re used to in the North but, to me, this is cold…”

“Oh… sweet Summer child!” I chuckle “You don’t know what cold is!”

Eyebrows raise and she responds “Oh yeah?”

As quick as a flash the green hand is pulled from the grasp and I’m impacted on the back by a forceful push.

The entirety of me hits the water which, not having expected it so suddenly, is actually a little shockingly cold!

Wetness quickly permeates the hair and touches the skin once I go under.

I push myself back to the surface, spluttering as I emerge.

I turn back to face Votd, seeing her with arms crossed, wearing a playful smirk.

“Something like that?”

I begin snaking the tail through the water towards her, under the water, and anchoring the feet into the ground, as I answer “No… not really… I think… it’s a little something more… like… this!”

The blue tail wraps around the left fetlock and I yank it forwards, pulling the left leg out from under her and causing her to shriek in surprise as she plunges backwards into the water.

She emerges, laughing, and splashes at me.

---Votd’s perspective---

OK… with hindsight, maybe, taking her to a place to swim in freezing cold water wasn’t the masterstroke of seduction it seemed like earlier(!)

Sure, blood is pumping but… muscles are stiff, I’m wet (and not in the good way) and it’s all I can do to keep from shivering and chattering the teeth!

I don’t feel particularly in the mood for any sexy times as I emerge from the water onto the bank.

The touch of the hot sun on the skin makes me feel a little better but it’s going to be a while before I’m warmed up and dried off.

I lie down on the smooth stone and sunbathe, making sure I can have a good view of the (still swimming) pale skinned woman, of course!

She shows absolutely no signs of suffering from the cold!

The pale blue legs and arms are gorgeously thick and muscular!

She swims so gracefully!

I feel a flash of anger for whatever Spirit decided to greedy away the chance to be a [mother] from her.

Perhaps I can ask her to adopt me(!) I certainly wouldn’t mind a little [motherly] love from a woman like that(!)

She begins swimming toward me.

I do the best to look alluring.

She stands from the water, stunning breasts fully exposed, and makes the way to the garment she shed.

She fishes something from the pocket and comes to where I lie on the rock.

She tosses it to me and I catch it.

“Do the back, would you?” she smiles flirtatiously as she lies on the rock beside me, pale back exposed to the bright sun.

I hesitate… but only for a moment before I eagerly seize the thrilling opportunity to lay hands on the woman who angrily shoved me to the ground the first time I did so.

I squirt some of the gloopy, white liquid from the bottle into a hand.

It smells… odd… Not foul but not appetising…

It’s sort of reminiscent of the smell of charcoal, slaked lime or sedimented clay, even though it doesn’t really smell like any of them.

I rub it across both hands and then turn them towards the woman I’ve spent more time romancing than any one in as long as I've lived!

I touch two hands to two shoulderblades, palms down, and begin massaging the [sunscreen] into the wet skin.

She gives a contented sigh as I run hands all over the back and arms.

Touching her makes me realise the extent to which I’ve dried off and warmed up since sunbathing. She’s still cool to the touch and covered in water.

I reach the base of the tail and stop.

I’m not sure if the invitation extends for me to go any lower and I don’t want to make her angry.

She turns to look at me and says “What are you waiting for, girl? You want me to get a burned arse, tail and legs(?)” with a seductive tone.

Not needing to be told twice, I begin working the gloop into the skin of the thick tail.

I decide to save the best for last so I start with the pads of the feet.

Squirting a few more globs of the stuff into the hands, I say a silent prayer of thanks… not to the Spirits but to the Strangers for allowing me such an experience as this… even if unknowingly(!)

I work the way up to the fetlocks, then the hocks, then the stifles of the divine pair of legs.

Then, I reach the best and most luscious part of her…

I sensually knead the [sunscreen] into the single most shapely, most sumptuous arse I’ve ever beheld!

An arse that, if it were on anyone else, I’d already be eating!

She groans in pleasure.

Spirits! I want this woman so bad!

Five dates!

We’ve had five dates together and still not done it!

This has to be the time, right?

Unless Northerners are just world class cunt-teases and she never intends to release me from this torture!

OK, whatever I do I just can’t ask… She said she’d let me know when she felt the time was right, so I’ve just got to wait… no matter how much I want to have her now…

---Qulnak’s perspective---

I’m wet (in more ways than one!)

The lovely, young admirer pleasantly surprised me by not trying anything when applying the sunscreen.

I thought for sure she would!

Yeah, obviously it was more than just a functional procedure to her, she clearly got off on being allowed to touch me like that… but I didn’t need to tell her off once!

Now that I’m (mostly) dried off and warmed up by the sun… I think it’s time…

“Votd…?” I smile at the girl, sunbathing beside me.

She turns.

“Come here…” I beckon.

She brings that pretty face toward me.

“Closer…” I grin.

She moves closer but still too far.

“Cloooser…” I sing.

She comes to within the length of a hand.

I lunge forward and plant a lusty lick on the beautiful face.

She looks back at me, clearly shocked for some moments, before the single word “Finally!” escapes her.

I feel a hand grasp the shoulder and forcefully flip me over.

Before I know what’s happening, she’s on top of me!

I feel a tongue entering the mouth as she kisses me with furious passion!

Hands touch me all over, squeezing hard!

This girl is skinny… but she’s not weak!

It occurs to me that, with this kind of strength, I wouldn’t necessarily have been able to stop her if she’d decided to simply take what she wanted from me before!

The thought gives me a guilty thrill…

I get a brief flash of four fangs as the green skinned girl gently bites the flesh of the pale blue breasts on me.

I gasp at the sensation.

With a mouthful of tit, she looks up at me and grins.

I feel hairs tickling the inside of the left leg.

She draws the tail brush further and further up.

It arrives at an entrance, teasing it for a few moments… then plunges inside.

I gasp at the sensation of the girl coiling and uncoiling the tail inside me.

It almost slips the mind to reciprocate.

I raise a tail and navigate the end to just below the base of the one she’s fucking me with.

Finding the entrance, I thrust it deep inside her.

I feel the brush instantly become sodden again, just not with water this time.

The girl releases the breast from the bite and returns to kissing me, stifling the moans of pleasure I emit.

I feel the wetness from her running over the lower stomach as I draw it out with the tail fuck.

She digs claws into the arse under me as I dig claws into the shoulderblades on top of her and feel her draw me deeper and deeper into the realm of pleasure.

I do the best to keep pace with her but… I just don’t have the stamina!

I suppose, one side effect of having as much sex as Southerners seem to is that you’d get really good at it(!)

Ecstasy builds!

I’m drawn further and further into the orgasmic bliss until, finally, I seize in pleasure and give a scream, stifled by the mouth kissing me.

Votd gives no such scream… nor does it seem that one orgasm is enough to reprieve me of her attention since she keeps going as if she hasn’t noticed.

---Votd’s perspective---

I watch the woman I’ve finally conquered from the undercut cave, as she stands on the rock and showers in the waterfall tumbling onto her, washing her clean.

“So…” I shout loud enough for her to hear me over the noise “…you regret making me wait so long?” smirking.

However much she may deny it, I know I just rocked the world for her(!)

She gestures negative and answers “Nope!… Don’t think I’d have got that performance out of you if I’d agreed right away(!)” then steps out of the water.

“Lies(!)” I laugh “You know you would have… All that time we could have been enjoying eachother… wasted(!)”

She chuckles, drying herself with the clothing she brought before sliding it on and saying “Well… what’s done is done… I’m more concerned with what’s to come… Can I see you again tomorrow?”

“Ooooh! You’re asking me out?!… I must’ve been even better than I thought(!)”

She chuckles but doesn’t answer, waiting for a response from me.

I smile “That sounds great!… What did you have in mind, Mama?”

“Well… if I can convince you to be up early enough for breakfast, the Terrans are cooking us some kind of Terran recipe where they take sweetness, fattiness, starchiness and liquid and cook them in the bottom of flat metal plates… I can’t remember what they’re called… Potpastries? Bowlbread?”

“Well whatever they’re called, that sounds great… I’ll be there!” I grin.

“Wonderful!” she smiles back before blurting “[Pancakes]!… I remember now! They were called [pancakes]!”