Chapter 10 - Zyntarr
I cannot believe that my little Bea has created a youngling. I look at her, and how small she is when compared to my large form. My body is made for violence, but hers can create life. My brave, clever little Bea created life, but then she was forced to gift it to others.
It makes me wonder if the females in the temple weep over their sons that they grant us, as we mourn the daughters we will never hold?
It was a difficult decision for my female.
And she was forced to make it alone.
If I could get my hands on the male who so carelessly left my Bea and her youngling with no care, I would tear him limb-from-limb. The Goddesses have somehow seen fit to spare him this fate though, since he still resides in Bea’s homelands - a place too far to reach on wing.
As for her mother…
I do not know what to make of what Bea has told me. I do not know the nature of mothers. But something in my gut does not like how Bea was treated by hers.
Night has taken the day now, and I am just placing a few strategic glowing life-stones around my hut before we retire to my nest. Earlier, Chaz-Titi checked on my Bea, asking if she was to go back to the female’s hut to rest this night.
I had waited with my breath held in my lungs for Bea’s answer.
I would not have protested or tried to convince her to stay if she did not want to.
But relief washed over me like floodwaters when she told Chaz-Titi that she was staying here and asked her to bring her some sleep coverings.
It was enough to make me want to soar and loop in the air like a youngling who has just found his wings.
I did not do those things, however. I grunted a goodnight to Chaz-Titi and tidied away the remains of our meat and fruits without saying a word.
Once I have finished that task, I look to Bea - Bea who seems so small, and unsure standing there in the center of my hut.
I wish to make her comfortable here. I think that is what a male should do above all else in these situations.
I just wish I knew what to do. I do not want to seem incapable.
I am already asking her to accept a male who has the use of only one eye and dull heart-stars.
I cannot be an incompetent mate as well.
“Uh-” she starts, her hands fidgeting with themselves where she clasps them in front of her frame.
“I… I usually wash before going to bed… you know… from getting a little sweaty during the day and-” she bites her lip and shakes her head, her cheeks turning the most alluring shade of pink.
“Forget I said that. You don’t want to know about me getting sweaty and gross. ”
I do not know the meaning of this word, ‘gross’, but by the way she scrunches up her little human nose, I do not think it is a good word.
Which is impossible to think that a bad word could be associated with my Bea.
“Do you want for me to bring your bathing waters here, or would you like for us to visit the riverwaters?”
The glow of the life-stones shines in Bea’s widened eyes at my offer. “Isn’t it too dangerous to go to the river at night? What if one of those big, mean, river monsters comes to eat us?”
I snort lightly at this and take a step closer to my female, letting my wings spread a little wider, making me appear larger.
She is taking the last gulp of her drinking water before I take the cup and place it down for her.
“I am the biggest, meanest thing that you will find in that river this night, little Bea. Do you think that I will eat you?”
I am then somehow sprayed square in the chest with the water that had been inside Bea’s mouth.
“Oh, my God! Sorry! Sorry!” she says, frantically trying to wipe my chest down with her palms. It is not a good way of getting rid of waters. But I do not mind it. I quite enjoy her soft female hands gliding over my skin, causing my skin-stars to almost trip over one another to follow her touch.
She continues to apologize, flustered.
I am still dripping wet.
My movements are swift but gentle as I seize her wrist, my hand easily wrapping around the delicate human joint. “Did my words upset you?” I have never been sprayed with a whole mouth of drinking waters before. At least, not now that I am grown.
“Upset me?” She shakes her head. “No, no. I’m sorry for laughing and spitting, I-”
“Laughing? Why were you-”
“It doesn’t matter,” she is quick to say. I narrow my good eye at her, and she softly adds, “I’ll tell you another time. Not tonight.” The way her gaze deflects down to the ground and how she chews at her bottom lip suggests she is embarrassed in some way, so I do not press her for answers.
“Come,” I say, releasing her wrist and loading my arms up with more glowing life-stones from my stores. “Let us bathe.”
* * *
With a leather bag full of life-stones around my shoulder, I carry my Bea to the riverwaters.
I do not think she particularly enjoys travelling by wing, but I very much enjoy holding her.
She is a comforting weight in my arms. Not so delicate that I, much larger as I am, could accidentally crush her smaller frame.
She is just perfect, and no amount of fear of making wrong choices could convince me otherwise.
Once we land, I set my female on her feet and offer her my tail.
She looks at it like she expects me to perform a trick.
“Hold onto me and stay close. You are safe with me here, but it is dark and I can protect you better if I am always aware of where you are.” Bea clutches her clean sleep-coverings and nods her head in the darkness.
I feel a small, delicate grip circle the end of my tail, just before my tufted tip.
I… I try not to groan.
No-one has ever touched me there, and I had not known it was going to feel like that.
Instead of letting out the rumble of pleasure that I managed to wrestle in my throat, I make a strangled sort of grunt instead. It sounds like a dying frizikki.
So as not to give Bea time to question my strange noises, I move closer to the trickling riverwaters to throw a handful of small life-stones into the river. When the stones sink, their light of many colors glow from the riverbed, illuminating the waters for Bea and I.
All around us is the black of night, although I can see and sense which creatures are close - even with only one good eye.
None of the beasts are a threat to my Bea, and many have scurried away as soon as we landed on the riverbank.
I throw more life-stones around this little patch of riverwaters for good measure, though.
A soft little gasp comes from beside me, and I peer down to see her beautiful smile lit by the new glow of the river.
“It looks like a swimming pool all lit up at night,” she says, grinning up at me. “Like at a fancy spa or a tropical resort or something.”
I do not know what it is that she means by these words, but by the look on her face, I can tell it is something good. I make a note to try and make my little Bea gasp like that as often as I can.
Nodding my head without truly knowing what I am agreeing to, I gesture to the waters. “We will stay in the shallows. No deeper than your waist, little Bea. The riverwaters look gentle this night, but there can be a strength beneath the surface that we must not be fooled by.”
I rid myself of my loincloth coverings and start wading in.
The waters are cool, but the sensation is pleasant.
Not like the waters that melt from the mountain’s ice.
A few steps in, and I feel Bea’s grasp slip from my tail and looking back to her, confirms that she is not following along behind and instead, stays with her feet on the bank. “You do not wish to bathe?”
Her eyes are… not on my face. Instead, she is staring a lot lower.
I twist fully around to give her the full view of my body.
It is littered with many scars and is large - large all over, and much larger than a good portion of my brothers.
Is this pleasing to her eye? Or do I frighten her with my size?
She still has not answered my question or moved from the bank. “Bea?”
“Uh-” shaking her head, she finally looks me in the eye. “Sorry, I just-… hadn’t thought about the being naked aspect of this whole thing.”
Right. The human females have strange views on nudity.
And Bea in particular isn’t one to frequent the river like a few of the others do.
She has been a couple of times, both times asking me to shield her from the view of the others with my wings.
Oh, how my chest had swelled with pride at being chosen to be trusted with this task.
Unfortunately, my chest had not been the only thing to swell.
Both times, we had remained clothed as she bathed. I had not thought to this time. There is no other person here. It is just me and my mate.
I look down at my frame, the waters only up to my shins. My cock is… already starting to harden. “I can put my loincloth back on if my body offends you, little Bea.”
Her pretty eyes widen. “Offends?… your body doesn’t offend me, Zyn, I just-…
I don’t know, I-…” She pauses to take a deep breath, her change of coverings balled up in her small human hands before she mutters something under her breath, throwing her handful aside.
She then starts to remove what she is wearing.
“I trust you,” she tells me as she straightens up, her beautiful body completely bare.
It is very difficult to keep my good eye on her face when she is like this.
“And maybe if we’re more relaxed with each other, it will help to make your heart-stars shine brighter, right?
” she adds, raising one shoulder in a shrug.
I cannot answer - I am too busy wishing for two good eyes so that I may take in even more of the beauty before me.
By all the Goddesses, I would wish for a face full of eyes to view my Bea like this.