Chapter 9 #2
Then she pressed her front against my back as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I made sure her legs were securely wrapped around my middle and looked over my shoulder one final time.
“Ready?”
“Ready,” she nodded.
I spread my arms out on either side of my body and let my flames spread from my shoulders to my finger tips. The air beneath me grew lighter as it always did and I beat my wings over and over again until we were high in the sky.
Fatima let out an excited squeal once we were high enough to start gliding through the air. I looked back to find her beaming with a bright smile as she looked down upon the tree tops with her hair whipping behind her in the wind.
“This is amazing!” she shouted.
“I’m glad you like it,” I replied. Then pointed with my chin toward the horizon. The beach was already in view.
“That was so fast,” she exclaimed.
“That’s the beauty of flying,” I commented unable to keep the satisfied joy out of my voice. It felt so right having Fatima up in the clouds with me.
I kept soaring until we reached the sandy beach and softly floated to the ground until the sand was firmly beneath my feet. Fatima slid off my back then stared in awe at the body of water before us.
I had never looked at the ocean with as much reverence as she.
While she looked at the water, I looked at her.
Fatima was my ocean. I wished to know the depths of her.
I wanted to know her mighty storms as well as her soft waves.
I would even risk dousing my flames if it meant I could get a little closer.
“Come on, let’s get a better look,” I held out my hand and Fatima took it.
Together we walked to the edge of the beach and listened to the waves crash upon the shore.
Fatima took it all in, drinking deep of the view. The tense line of her shoulders grew more relaxed and she allowed the wind to sway her as it pushed against us.
“I wish it was warm enough to get in,” she remarked.
“I will bring you back in the summer,” I vowed.
“Will you be able to fly me and a baby?” she asked in a teasing tone.
“Yes,” I replied easily. I’d strapped heavy stones to by back like one would swaddle a baby and practiced flying them out of the village. If there were ever an emergency I wanted to help get everyone out as quickly as possible, including the babies.
“I haven’t tested flying with both a mother and baby, but I’d be happy to practice with stones strapped to my back,” I suggested.
“Have you flown with an actual baby before?” She asked looking surprised.
“No,” I shook my head. “I’ve only practiced with heavy stones.”
“I see,” she replied with a pensive expression on her face.
“I’d be willing to help you practice. Maybe we could come back here some time. We can strap a stone to your back to see if a mother and baby could both fit.”
I wanted to tease her about putting off hunting practice, but I thought better of it. I’d much rather be flying Fatima to the beach then teaching her to make traps that she would never need to set. I would gladly hunt for her and her child for the rest of my days.
Fatima’s fingers intertwined with mine much like they had at dinner last night.
She did not need to keep holding my hand, but I was happy she kept doing so.
Her touch was both comforting as well as exhilarating.
I wanted more. I wanted to explore every inch of her, but I would settle for holding hands. Anything Fatima gave me was a gift.
“Zander,” she spoke my name in a breathy tone that made my cock stir.
I turned to face her and saw a flash of the same longing I felt in my heart reflected in her eyes.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” she continued. “This means a lot to me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Fatima. You only need to ask.”
“Okay,” she breathed then leaned closer.
“I want to kiss you,” she continued as she leaned closer still.
I bent down and leaned into her. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might fly right out of my chest. I’d never been kissed before. It was more of a human custom than a Sirret one, but from the moment I saw Tarak kiss Gab-bae’s, I knew I wanted to press my lips to Fatima’s.
Slowly we leaned into each other until her soft lips met mine.
The kiss was tentative at first, a shy exploration of something new, something delicate.
But that shy tenderness soon faded to hunger as Fatima teased the seam of my lips encouraging me to open for her.
Once I felt her tongue dancing along mine, I deepened the kiss and lifted her into my arms, hungry to feel her pressed against me.
Her tailless backside fit comfortably in my hands.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned as she met every kiss with a hunger of her own.
The entire world faded away as we stayed locked together kissing and nipping each other as I grew painfully aroused.
I wanted to rip away the clothes the separated us and sink deep into Fatima until she moaned my name.
I wanted to see her face go slack with pleasure as I licked her cunt drinking in deep of her essence.
A loud shriek broke the moment and we both looked up to find Jax flying above us. Fatima pulled away, and I set her down to help smooth out her rumpled clothes.
Jax landed next to us and excitedly dove into the hand speech I’d been trying to learn since he moved back to the village.
He made the sign for Kayla’s name and then a big belly.
“Is Kayla in labor right now?” Fatima asked and Jax nodded his head aggressively.
Then he pointed in my direction. Understanding dawned on me.
Drovo and I had discussed how Kayla had wanted to give birth in a tub of warm water.
It was something they did on the human home world and it was supposed to ease the pain that came with childbirth.
Drovo had made a large wooden tub for her, and asked if I would help heat the water once it was filled up.
“We need to go. I told Drovo I would heat the water that Kayla wants to give birth in.”
“Right, her water birth plan,” Fatima nodded. The females had discussed this plan as well. They would coordinate a line of villagers that would go from the river to Drovo’s house to the tub.
I got down on one knee so Fatima could climb onto my back and once she gave me her signal I filled my arms with fire until my wings appeared.
Jax followed us as we flew through the air and we landed softly next to the line of villagers passing buckets of water down the path to Drovo’s house.
Everyone had formed the line, not just the human females. Everyone. The sight warmed my heart. This was the dekes I had known as a child. We would all pitch in to help each other. This was how it was until Dameron came into power. I was happy to see our old sense of community had finally returned.