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The Seventh Realm: Volume One

By Mantrid Brizon

Chapter 12: Values Dissonance

Johnny stands idle as he watches Cy, Zakera and Katero leave him behind. He turns to Zikata, who is busy carrying out Kanoma’s cremation. He wouldn’t be inclined to help the eighteen-year-old boy even if he wasn’t; Johnny is a part of Cy’s tribe, and also a human. He walks away from the crowd attending the funeral, dragging his feet as he glances around the village. Away from the pyre, the village appears completely abandoned; not a soul is present wandering the earthen roads. His eyes scanning the huts, he stops when he sees a female Ketlan sitting before a tribal home, watching the funeral from a great distance.

She sits on the ground, her paw-like feet resting on the earth with her legs bent at the knees and drawn toward her chest. Her arms wrap around her legs as her bushy tail sways. She has a canine appearance, with a longer snout than Zakera and taller, more broad ears. Wearing a tan animal hide top that wraps around her modest bust, it ties at the back with cordage, a matching skirt covering her lower half. Her midriff and arms are fully exposed. Her fur is golden brown throughout her body, with a secondary fur color like rich mud. This second color covers her tail, ears, snout, feet and calves, hands, half of her forearms and thin stripes that line her back and shoulders.

Her long hair reaches to the top of her breasts and matches the darker brown of her extremities. To his surprise, she is quite pleasing to his eye. She turns her head, noticing the human’s gaze. Her vibrant green eyes call to him from a distance, as does the wide smile that she grows as soon as their eyes meet. He takes a step toward her, unsure of what to do. The girl motions for him to come closer; he is glad that she did. Stepping up to the girl, he takes a seat beside her. Her tail wags as he sits mere inches from her body.

“You aren’t attending the funeral?” He asks.

“No. Most younglings and juveniles do not, unless the dead is a relative.” She answers.

“Oh. Waiting inside, huh?”

“Yes.” She nods. “So, are you a juvenile too?” She asks, her eyes scanning him.

“I guess. I’m eighteen yea-… Cycles. I’ve never had a ceremony either.” He answers, looking her over in kind.

“Really?!” She shifts, turning her upper body to face him and placing her palms on the ground, “We’re the same age!”

Johnny turns to her as well, his eyes scanning uncontrollably over her body. As he looks back up to her face, her eyes are locked firmly on his.

“Do you like what you see?” She coos.

He feels himself flush with embarrassment as she scoots closer.

“Yeah, actually. I do. What’s your name?”

“I am Gomona.” She replies softly.

“Gomona sounds nice. I’m Johnny. You know, you are the first Ketlan my age that I have met.”

“I did not.” She says.

Reaching out a hand, she strokes his forearm. She coos as she touches him,

“Your furless skin is very soft. You are more handsome than I thought a human boy would be.”

He reaches out his hand, resting it on her shoulder and gently stroking her fur.

“And your fur is so smooth and fluffy. It’s very pretty.” He admits.

He gazes into her eyes as she smiles cheek to cheek. He leans back, pulling his hand away as he tries to act cool. She suddenly lunges for him, resting her hands on his shoulders as she kisses his lips. Though she has a fairly long snout, her lips wrapping around it, he is surprised at how human-like her kiss is. He impulsively slips an arm around her body, pulling her closer. Ending the kiss, she nuzzles his cheek with her black nose, moving toward his neck. His hand rests on her buttocks as she licks him. Groaning, he feels his member throbbing within his pants as his erection tries to break through the zipper of his blue jeans.

“Would you like to mate?” She quietly asks him.

“Yes.” He blurts out.

He cannot believe what he has just said. Letting go of him, she leaps excitedly from the ground and grabs his hand. The Ketlan girl is about five-feet and three-inches tall, six-inches shorter than Johnny, with a very slender but not unhealthy build. She pulls at him, bringing him to his feet before pulling him into the hut that sits behind them. He can’t believe how fast everything is happening.

“What are we doing now?” He asks, second guessing himself.

“I have never had a human. I am eager to try before my ceremony of adulthood.” She speaks aloud to herself.

Sliding closed the hide door of the hut, she grabs onto his shoulders as they stand by a small firepit near the center of the home. The two-person weaved grass bed used by her parents lies nearby. Licking and kissing his neck, Gomona slides her hands underneath Johnny’s shirt. She coos as she feels the smooth skin underneath his clothing, an entirely new sensation to her. He pulls off his top as she looks in awe, hypnotized by his body. Resting his hands on her sides, she leans upward to kiss the tall human, leaning on the tips of her digitigrade feet. Soon, he picks her up, gripping her firm buttocks tightly with both hands.

She moans as he lifts her, quickly wrapping her legs around him. He can feel the heat from her loins over his groin, through the denim of his blue jeans. Before Johnny and the others were pulled into Monala via the storm, it had been a full month since he had sex. Perhaps it was his dry spell, or perhaps it is because she is a Ketlan? Perhaps there is something biologically different about her that clouds his judgement? Whatever it is, he loses control of himself, and he doesn’t care. Turning, he lies Gomana down atop the grass mattress belonging to her parents, kneeling between her legs. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, struggling to keep from pinching his erection as she lifts up her skirt.

He stops, staring in awe at her visibly moist flesh, which is dark pink in color. Dropping his pants and underwear, it is Gomona’s turn to stare. Her jaw hangs open and her green eyes grow wide as she stares at the dark skin of his erect phallus. Though always rather proud of his member, which is slightly longer than both of his hands resting side by side, he did not expect her reaction to be so flattering. With her hypnotized by the view, he reaches forward and rests his hands on her sides. He gently shifts her body, turning her over. She does not resist him. Taking hold of the cordage above her tail, he unties her skirt and pulls it away from her, before doing the same to her top.

“You do not need to remove that to mate with me.” She giggles.

“I want to see all of you.” He grins.

“Y-yes, Johnny.” She stammers.

After stripping her down to only her fur, he rises to his feet, slipping off his shoes before pulling off his pants and underwear. To her surprise, he kneels by her side, waving his member in front of her face.

“What do you want me to do?” She asks sheepishly.

“Whatever you want to do.” He winks.

Looking up at him, she takes hold of the base of his shaft as she leans in, kissing the tip of his member with her lips. She is surprised by how thick he is as she opens her mouth and slips him inside. Nearly forty days without sex makes her every touch send shockwaves throughout his body, though he wonders if the time even matters; her humanoid form and soft fur is incredibly sexy. She bobs her head on his member, her mouth quickly tiring from how wide she must hold her jaw. He leans over and rests a hand on her trembling flesh, gently and skillfully rubbing her clitoris. Gomona writhes as he pleasures her, clearly having never experienced foreplay before.

She grabs his hips with both hands, her claws scratching his skin as she pulls at him. Johnny knows what she wants, quickly backing away and climbing between her legs. Wondering how experienced Gomona really is, he waves her over, a lustful grin on his face. She obeys him, sitting up and crawling toward him. He leans forward and grips her buttocks, pulling her onto his lap. She kneels over him as his member brushes the soft fur of her pelvis, looking down with a strange grin as though simultaneously confused and pleased. He grips his drenched member, pushing it between her legs. His length causes her to rest a foot on the ground, lifting herself up.

Placing the tip of his organ over her nether lips, he pulls at her hips with one hand. Lowering herself, she grits her teeth and grunts as she feels herself stretching over his stiff member. Her hole spreads wide to fit his girth as she groans, dropping to her knees. She rests her hands on his shoulders as she lowers herself further, her mouth hanging open as she gasps and begins to drool. Johnny has never experienced such a sensation; the texture of her vagina is not much different from a human’s, but it is much hotter and tighter. He groans loudly, burying his face in her furry B-cup breasts, his hands at the small of her back as she sits down atop him.

Taking him to the base, she trembles as she sits atop her lover, his scrotum pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. She places a hand on the back of his neck, the other clawing his back as he suddenly shifts his hips. Groaning loudly, she grips him tighter and he kisses her breasts. He licks the bare flesh of her nipples as he uses her body, giving Gomona waves of pleasure that she has never experienced before. She finally realizes what he wants her to do and slowly moves herself up and down atop his organ, hardly able to keep quiet as his girth fills her more than any she has had before.

As she bounces atop him, his hands glide over her body, feeling every inch of her. Her tail sways as she rides him, her hands gripping his cheeks as she violently kisses him. Their tongues entwine as drool runs down the side of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts. Her fur is already matting with sweat as she works her human lover. Gomona has never felt such pleasure. Are all humans so large and skilled? If they are, she can understand why mating with them is taboo. Johnny leans forward, bending her backward. She doesn’t know what he wants until he grips her calves with his hands and gently pulls, straightening out her legs as she sits atop him.

No longer being held up by her knees, she wraps her legs around his waist and groans even louder, gravity pulling her down hard onto his package. She begins rocking her hips with his member is buried inside of her, their tongues wrestling with each other as her arms wrap around his neck and his hands grip her firm buttocks. Within a matter of moments, she feels an entirely new sensation; a wave of pleasure flows throughout her body as she loses control of her muscles, her legs shivering as her already tight vagina squeezes his thick penis like the jaws of a kodana. A male has never brought her such pleasure before. Johnny can’t believe how tight she feels; he actually finds that moving himself in and out of her is somewhat difficult.

“Oh shit…” He groans.

He leans forward, lying Gomona down on her back. With his palms flat on the densely packed mattress, his arms running beside her breasts, he rocks his hips. Pumping his shaft back and forth, she claws at his upper arms and back. Small quantities of blood run from his wounds. Leaning forward, he forces more kisses from his lover while her tail runs between his knees, still trying to wag from side to side. Unable to wrap her legs around his hips, she tucks her calves beneath his buttocks, crossing her ankles as she tries to hold him it. Johnny feels himself drawing close, but Gomona can’t wait any longer. She moans loudly in their kiss as she cums a second time, white ooze coating his tanned phallus as he pounds her harder and faster. Gomona cries out in Ketlan, to Johnny’s amusement.

“Wezoti sana! Wezoti!” She cries out.

“Oh fuck!” He grunts.

“Thelanto fanush! Poteka Gomona!”

He buries his shaft within her as he grunts loudly, his balls pressed tightly against the damp, matted fur of her buttocks. With considerable force, his testicles unload his fertile seed. The tip of her bushy tail bounces as she rests her hands on his shoulder blades, pulling him down to her. Jet after burning hot jet flows into her loins, running deep within her hungry body, which swallows every drop. Johnny shivers as he feels himself release for the first time in weeks. Gomona gasps for breath, her chest heaving as she pulls him down atop her. He lies over her, though he doesn’t drop his full body weight, holding himself up by his forearms and knees. The damp fur of her breasts presses against his glistening chest. Gomona runs her clawed fingers through his wavy brown hair, nuzzling his face with her cheek as she pants.

“That was wonderful.” She coos.

“Yeah, it was. You’re so tight and warm.”

“And you are very big.” She sighs gleefully.

“I uh… I hope it’s alright that I…” He pauses.

“I have never heard of a human and Ketlan breeding, though yours is the first group to come here in many seasons. If it makes you feel better, I am also not in a fertile cycle. Do not dwell on it.” She says softly.

Taking her advice, Johnny pushes it from his mind. He slowly withdraws himself from Gomona, who tremors as he pulls his member from her nether lips. Glancing down, they both look at the aftermath. As tight as she is, there is a noticeable stretching in her loins, though not a drop of his sperm emerges from her. He lies down beside her on the grass mattress, his breathing labored and his body drenched in sweat. He glances over to Gomona, noting a peculiar look on her face; though she appears quite pleased with him, she seems distant, not making eye contact with him.

“Well… That was fun.” He remarks.

“It was.” She nods, still looking away.

“Now what?”

“Now?” She turns to him, a brow raised with a little smirk across her lips. “Now you gather your clothes and leave before the funeral is over.” She giggles.

“Right.” He subtly nods. “I’ll do that then.”

As he dresses, she looks over his body, though it seems more out of physical lust than infatuation; she seems to view him as merely an object of pleasure. Her gaze actually makes him feel somewhat uncomfortable. He wipes away the thin streaks of drying blood with his palm, his wounds already scabbing over. Carefully slipping on his shirt, she giggles again.

“I am sorry about that. It could not be helped.” She winks.

“It’s fine. I kind of liked it.” He grins.

Though she smiles wide, she does not speak again. She holds up a hand, waving her fingers individually as Johnny slips outside. To his surprise, no one is gathered around or listening in, nor is anyone at the distant funeral paying any attention to what they were doing. He wanders the village for some time, sitting alone beside a torlan tree. He grunts at the stinging pain of the scratches on his back as he sits against the green trunk, the pink leaves shielding him from the fading sun. Gazing at the light red sky and the blue day-moon, he sees movement in his peripheral vision; the funeral attendees are dispersing. Footsteps approach him, and Zikata sits down beside the young man, who turns in surprise as Zakera’s father, the chieftain, looks to him.

“Hello.” Johnny says.

Zikata sniffs at the air for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he glances toward the boy.

“Fitting in well?” Zikata asks with a smirk.

“As best I can. Your culture is new to me.” Johnny answers.

“I see.” Zikata chuckles, further amused that Johnny did not understand his joke. “Come. I will watch you until your guardians have returned.”

“Really? I didn’t think you liked us.”

“You are still a juvenile, and until your adulthood, you must have a guardian. Come with me.” Zikata says.

Johnny follows Zikata, waiting for some time with him at his hut. They maintain idle chatter about life at the fortress. Zikata is quite curious as to how his daughter is fairing since she abandoned her people for the humans. As twilight approaches, the village buzzes at the return of Katero, Zakera and Cy, who are not only alive, but bring proof of Hitoren’s death. Presented with Hitoren’s severed head, Zikata is pleased with their work and embraces Katero as the new war-guide for the Kelanethaka. He gives Johnny and Cy the use of the same hut as before, but to his dismay, his daughter does not wish to return home, instead choosing to sleep beside her human companions.

Inside their temporary dwelling, Johnny sits by the fire, watching as Cy and Zakera sit beside each other and cook their dinner, the supplies provided by the grateful villagers for catching the murderous Hitoren. He cannot help but be somewhat jealous at their emotional closeness, something he secretly wishes he had. Zakera glances to Johnny before whispering something into Cy’s ear which seems to amuse him. Her eyes are locked on the boy as Cy sits beside his young ward, presenting him with a bowl of stew.

“So… Did you have fun while we were gone?” Cy asks with a subdued smile.

“You left me here…” Johnny mutters.

“Yeah, but you had plenty of time to… Make new friends… Bond with people.” He chuckles.

“So?”

“Come on, man. Every Ketlan can smell her on you. Zakera told me as soon as we got back.”

“Oh god.” Johnny hangs his head, resting his face in his palms.

“So, what’s her name?” Cy asks.

“Does it matter?” Johnny retorts.

“You do not have to share.” Zakera giggles.

Cy pats Johnny’s back in a congratulatory fashion, causing the boy to wince. Quickly apologizing, Cy and Zakera realize that he must have scratches from his encounter, which only amuses them further.

“At least you did a good job.” Cy laughs. “But seriously, try not to get too attached. Ketlan juveniles are allowed to uh… ‘Explore’ with each other.”

Nodding, Johnny effectively ignores his companions for the rest of the night as he dwells on his time with Gomona. Struggling to fall asleep, he watches Cy and Zakera as they lie beside each other. Sleeping peacefully together, the white skin of Cy’s arm is wrapped around the pink and cyan stripped fur of her sides, his forearm rests over the white fur of her toned belly. Her long, feline tail lies over his legs as they spoon together. After hours of struggle, he drifts off to sleep. The next morning, Johnny wakes up to see that he is alone in the hut, a bowl of dried fruit before him, alongside strips of genashin jerky.

After quickly eating his breakfast, he steps outside to see Cy and Zakera speaking with Katero and Zikata one last time before leaving. Turning to glance around the village, Johnny sees Gomona, though she does not see him. With her back turned, she speaks to a Ketlan boy about their age. To his shock, the boy rests a hand visibly over her clothed chest, squeezing her breast. He speaks as his fingers gently clamp her chest, most likely complimenting her form. She appears visibly flattered. Glancing down, she reaches out and places her hand on his groin, slipping it underneath his loin cloth to hold his genitals. They quickly slip inside of a hut, closing the hide door behind them.

Johnny immediately realizes what is going on, feeling somewhat slighted and used. He silently wonders if a Ketlan can give him an STD, briefly pining for a modern clinic. He is startled by Cy suddenly resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Cy asks.

“Yeah…” Johnny murmurs.

“Sorry if I scared you, man. We’re heading home now.”

“Finally.” Johnny grumbles.