27
The sunrise was a contradiction to the wet chill of the air. Pink light spilled across the frosty moss, kissing the tops of distant trees and the mountains at their back. Fásach and Roz watched the sun”s bright orb as it rose in the sky and skirted along Big Blue”s horizon, making the world feel upside down as the wind grew just a little colder again and their breath fogged the air.
Neither of them had eaten any breakfast.
Fásach was wound too tight, his heart pumping in slow, deep draughts that warmed his hands and feet and ears to blistering. He licked his fangs, noticeably longer than the night before, tonguing the hollow slot in his jaw where they slid into place when his mouth was shut. His gums there were itchy and hot, having gotten used to being empty.
”My major canines descended last night,” he said, breaking the silence. Roz met his eye and he swallowed, showing her the fangs embedded in his upper jaw that were now more than an inch long. ”They”ll hurt if I bite.”
”I”ll keep that in mind.”
Fásach bowed his head, relieved that she didn”t immediately tell him that she”d be fine. He thought of her shoulder in his mouth and salivated, swallowing it back.
”I was built with a heimaen,” Roz said. Fás”s ear twitched.
”A what?”
”It”s a human thing, I guess,” she shrugged. ”There”s a membrane in my vagina that will tear my first time. I might bleed, but it”s normal. Don”t be frightened, okay?”
Fásach”s nose wrinkled, knowing exactly why she would have been built with one. He licked back a snarl, crushing his claws into his palms to keep the sound at bay. ”Okay.”
Then Roz was in front of him, blocking out the sun so that its pink glow graced her spirals like a halo. She pulled his face down and kissed each of his antlers. Fásach”s eyes popped open with surprise. He watched her lips as she pressed her forehead to his and rubbed his pedicles. ”I was reading through my yiwreni database when I woke up this morning,” she murmured. ”This is what the warrior”s thuais does before a rut hunt, right?”
Fásach swallowed hard, holding her steady by the elbows as the wind pushed against them. ”I don”t know. I left Byddie before coming of age.”
Roz captured his stare as she stepped back one precarious foot after the other, wobbling slightly over the mossy stones. She swayed, using her hands for balance as Fásach watched.
He leaned towards her but kept his ground, feeling her pull on him like a cord tied to his spine. Every step she took mesmerized him until he was panting, focused, his hackles pushing uncomfortably against his clothing. After two nights sleeping against her heat, he didn”t like that she was so far away. It made his fever spike and his jaw creak as he clenched his teeth.
The pull towards her became irresistible the further away she shuffled, and Fásach finally took a step forward. She halted, the breath caught in her lungs. He froze in time with her, ears perked, muscles quivering.
And when she pushed the coveralls off her body one shoulder at a time, Fásach licked his lips. She watched him as she slid her thermals down bare limbs that pebbled in the chill air. Then, by the gods, she was naked and slipping her socked feet back into her boots. Her thighs were wide and thick, and her breasts were heavy. Between her legs, a soft shadow of fur cast across her mound, hiding it yet again from his view. A whine of desperation escaped his throat as her scent caught the breeze.
”I want you to count to ten,” she breathed. ”And when you catch me, I”ll be yours.”
”You”ll be mine.” Forever. His voice was a mangled mess of need, so rough it could hardly be called a voice. But Roz nodded. She understood.
Then she turned. And she ran.
The war chuckle that exploded from Fásach”s throat was beyond his control. Deep, vicious, full of excitement. He watched her lovely flesh shake as she navigated the moss, and he pulled his shirt over his head.
”One,” he snarled with conviction, the hem of his shirt catching on an antler. It tore as he tossed it to the ground. ”Two.” A hunter”s smile spread across his face as he began to pant. ”Three.” His boots came off next, ears swiveled towards Roz”s sounds. ”Four!” he roared, teasing her from afar. He heard her gasp and huffed with dangerous laughter. ”Five!”
Then he took off.
She never said he had to wait til ten to chase her.
When Roz realized he was closing in on her, she screamed, and it was delicious. Full of fear and anticipation, a trill of the highest registers of their harmony. He was going to have her in his arms within moments, and the excitement of feeling that warm, trembling woman pinned beneath his weight made him salivate. He reached for her, his claws brushing against her curls…
“Six!” he snarled.
Then suddenly, she wasn”t ahead of him, but running at an angle. He slid on the moss, digging it up with his claws as he tried to stop. She turned to watch as he slid several feet across the ground with a growl.
Roz grinned in victory and cupped her mouth in those soft palms.
”Poor puppy. Don”t you know I like it when you”re rough? Can”t let you catch me unless you”re drooling, can I?”
So that”s how this was going to go.
Snapping his jaws, Fásach tore off after her. She picked up a mossy stone and bolted, moving faster than he”d ever seen her. She was giving it her all, taking the hunt seriously. His thuais wouldn”t lay down and roll over for just anyone, and the thought of winning her through effort made the chase all the more salivating.
Roz wasn”t prey unless she wanted to be.
The dilapidated pods loomed ahead as she ran straight for them. Swinging around one rusted leg, she threw her stone at him, forcing him to duck and lose a precious pace behind her. Seven. When he swung around the corner after her, an ancient, rotting plank of crate wood came crashing down on his hardened forehead. It shattered on impact, and he wheeled back, shocked.
Roz gasped. They stared at each other. Then she fucking giggled.
”You”re a vixen, you know that?” Fásach purred with a sinister sort of joy, a bead of saliva falling from his fang. Eight. He lunged for her, but she ducked under the pod they”d slept in, fitting into a space that was too small for him. He snarled, clawing at the siding and bending it out of shape. He cursed desperately, loudly, the need to get after her and feel her in his hands tearing him apart as his cock wept, a steel bar pressed up against his belly.
Then he heard her scramble on the other side, short of breath. He raced her to the opposite side of the pod, and as she got to her feet, he tackled her to the ground in the open air, his palm clutching her wild, tangled silk, taking the brunt of the impact.
Roz didn”t waste time submitting. Blood blossomed in the air as Fásach”s knuckles scraped across the earth in her struggle. She kicked with more power than he”d anticipated, winding him, missing his cock by mere inches as her heel dug into his abdomen and lifted him off her. His shoulders slammed into the pod, and its siding shuddered with a metallic roll of thunder.
Fásach bared his fangs as Roz scrambled backwards. She turned away, trying to get back on her feet, but there was no way Fás would let that happen again. He slid his knees over either side of her thighs, pinning her stomach to the moss and capturing each of her wrists beneath his palms.
Nine. When he fastened his fangs around the meat of her shoulder in a crushing grip, she seized up with a gasp of pain. Her face scrunched, a hiccupping whimper breaking through her lips that made his cock pulse.
”I-I offer myself to the hunter that caught me,” she panted in a small, strained voice with a harmony so sweet, Fásach felt intoxicated. His fur rose all across his body at those words, words spoken back on Byddie between lovers on the hunt. And as he reached one hand into his pants and pushed his prepuce down to set his cock free, he drooled across her bare shoulder.
Roz pushed her ass up against his weight, dragging her knees into the dark moss until she was spread open for him, inviting him into the lush scent and wetness of her body. He took her gift in a swift, ruthless thrust that made her squirm, back, bowing up against his chest.
Ten.
She hissed in pain, brows drawn together, hands curled into white-knuckled fists. ”Don”t stop, please. Please, don”t stop.” Her blood peppered the air from between her legs. Fásach drowned in the combination of sex and violence, lifting his mouth from her shoulder so he could watch her ass quake under the merciless rhythm of his rut. He fisted her hair and held her head sideways to see her expression.
”Your hunter takes what”s offered, thuais,” he growled, his skin suddenly too tight, blood pounding through his forehead and gums. Her winces melted into moans, the crease in her brow smoothing over.
”Yes,” she panted, her voice jilted from the feverish pounding. ”Yes! Fuck me like you”ll eat me. Don”t stop!”
Lightning raced from his cock up his spine. She was so tight, so wet, and hot. He didn”t know it would be like this with another mammal, and the profound lack of connection he”d felt his entire adult life snapped into focus.
Whether because of the rut fever or something more profound, Fás became delirious, abandoning his grip on Roz”s head to haul her hips up in his claws. Threads of red crisscrossed her flesh where their points left their mark, little beads of blood rising beneath his grasp. He pounded into her as she screamed, head slung low over trembling arms as he took control of her temple and made it his home.
His entire body seized as the pleasure of triumph built, swelling his sac into hardened stones, tightening every muscle until his lungs could no longer pump. A cracked and desperate sound broke from his throat as he held Roz”s cunt tight against his groin and emptied into her. Her walls pulsed once, squeezing his shaft. He shuddered, his claws softening, smearing red blood across her skin beneath the brush of his thumbs.
Roz collapsed onto her elbows, pressing her face back into the moss. Fásach leaned over her, still embraced by the most generous cunt in the world, and licked at where his jaws would leave deep, dark bruises. He whined when she winced, moving his ministrations to the places where his claws had left behind tiny swells of blood like red glass beads.
”That was...” Roz paused and Fásach stiffened. He froze with the length of his tongue dragging against her shoulder blade, palm wrapped gently around her chest where the undersides of her breasts pressed against his forearm. He waited to hear her harmony, to check in, as she searched for whatever words would either make him soar or plummet in shame.
”What?” he asked when she didn”t finish her words. He couldn”t stand not hearing her say it. Knowing the truth. Had he taken advantage of her? Would she lie and say it was good? He”d barely been conscious.
”What if I still want more?” Roz asked, pushing back on his length experimentally. He groaned as realization dawned, rubbing his antlers against her spine. ”Is that me, or...?”
”Did you come?” he panted, flexing his hips so his cock jumped inside her. Her breath hitched, and he did it again, little nudges that made her walls clench as he swelled with new interest.
”I-I don”t know... Yes.” Liar.
Fás didn”t mind the lie though. It was a fluttery little thing that tickled his ear. No malice behind it, just sweetness. Besides, he knew how to make it truth. He withdrew from her with a swollen pop, his wet cock bouncing against his thigh.
His eyes widened as his seed spilled from her cunt into the moss. His everything slowed down, spreading her cheeks up and away so he could see the temple he”d just laid claim to. A pink center with dusty brown petals glistening in a mess of fluids that made his chest stutter with excitement. The bead he”d indulged on before was swollen and hooded. As he took in her beauty, her cunt clenched on nothing, and she groaned with impatience.
Just like that, his sac felt hard once more. He panted open-mouthed, fighting off the urge to push her face back down into the moss with her ass in the air.
Instead, there was something he wanted more. He fell back on his shoulders, gesturing for her to climb over top of him. ”Come here.” She did, pressing her weight on his chest as she climbed. Her breasts swung above his face, and he lunged upward, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. Goosebumps skirted across her arms as she pushed her chest into his face. He let it go with a pop and looked up to catch her lidded eyes.
”Use me,” he begged, keeping her gaze as he bit her other nipple. She gasped, her thighs flexing on either side of his chest. When she didn”t move, he pushed her breasts together and thrust his tongue in the well between them, showing her how it moved, how long it could stretch.
”Roz.”
She jolted, blinking at him. ”Yes?” she asked breathlessly.
”Think about how you want to come and take it.”
Her heart thudded so hard in her chest that it made her sway as the moments ticked by.Fás waited for her to choose. To sit back on his cock or...
He groaned when she lifted first one knee then the other, over his shoulders. Her thighs were pillowy, cushioning his ears and pressing them into his antlers as he positioned her dripping cunt in front of his lips. He hugged her thighs like a sack of grain, careful not to prick her with his claws this time. His nose rubbed into their mixed fluids, and he growled.
”Does my buck like to clean up?” Roz asked, her voice husky and low. She leaned back on one palm against his abdomen while the other slipped through his tresses. ”Your tongue is so pretty.”
Fás showed off the glistening pink muscle, licking the bridge of his nose clean. The flavor was sinful and sweet. He opened his mouth to show off his teeth, not quite a smile so much as a display, and teased the tip against her hooded bump. Clit, she”d called it. Her hips gyrated against his jaw, urging him to do it again. So he did, folding his tongue around it like a straw to suck it swollen.
Roz moaned, her gentle fingers gripping his tresses now. She pulled his mouth towards her center, and Fás licked her long and slow. Over and over and over and over... As if he were grooming her, until she was red and needy, her entrance pulsing with want. When he plunged his tongue into her channel and pressed his teeth to her clit, she gasped.
She rocked her hips in earnest then, using his mouth as her own plaything. Undulating his tongue inside her, Fás took his cock in hand and pumped it to the same rhythm. Within moments, her cunt tightened, and the way she sobbed his name punched her harmony straight into his soul.
Fás withdrew his tongue and kissed her clit in sloppy, slow motions as she wound down. He squeezed the bar between his legs, and a deep, relaxed orgasm rolled through him. Hot seed painted her ass and his stomach as her hand softened in his tresses and she brushed her fingers over his facial velvet with adoration.
”You stay here,” he ordered. ”I need to get you a mediplasma.”
”It”s fine, I”ll repair quickly.”
Fás kissed her thigh before disentangling from her limbs. Immediately, he missed the contact. ”Mediplasma,” he insisted. ”And then we need to go.”
Roz swung sideways to let him out and knelt in the ruined moss of her capture, covered in smears of plant matter, roots, and dirt. Fásach paused, enraptured by the sight. She sandwiched her cold fingers between her thighs and beamed at him. ”Okay.”
Fás reached out and brushed her forehead with his fingers, making sure she was real. He stayed that way for a span of heartbeats, mesmerized by the way she looked. Mussed, sated, trusting, and full of victory.
Then he wiped her skin with his discarded pants, brushed his nose against hers, and focused on prep while she recovered, watching the distant forests.