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This is the last chapter in The Truest Affection Series. It was the first erotic story I had ever written, so long ago now [/reminisce]. Hope you enjoyed it.

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Chapter Six

A light breeze came from outside. The sun shone through the rippling, blue, silk curtains draping along the floor. In the early morning a few birds sat outside chirping quietly, then flew away.

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Shantee stirred.

The past two weeks had been magical. Her father had accepted both her and her lover, Zinc, back home, given him all the rights and privileges that he would have given the heir to the estate and had even taken a liking to Zinc's... low-brow sense of humor.

Two weeks in the desert and two weeks back at home, and finally she knew for certain that her secret was true.

   Shantee sat up in her bed, the white sheets slipping from her shoulders and landing at her waist in a heap. She smiled and stretched, her bare breasts being forced into the air as she arched her back. Out on the balcony she could see Zinc looking down on the Oasis, a place that held such precious memories for him now that he would often go there simply to sit and stare at the desert.

   Her home was no longer a prison.

   She smiled and slipped out of bed quietly, gliding behind her screen wall and dressing in a simple gown, revealing in its own way. Then she walked to that balcony to meet Zinc.

   As she came out into the sunlight she squinted momentarily as her eyes adjusted. Before she could speak, however, Zinc interrupted.

   "Do you remember that night?" he asked, referring to their first meeting.

   "Of course," she replied, "You remind me everyday. And even if you did not, it's always there. The Oasis will always be there."

   He turned and smiled at her, kissing her deeply once again. She responded instantly to the passion that she so loved about him. No matter how many times he kissed her she would always melt, becoming weak in the knees and catching her breath; her heart always skipped a beat.

   "Shall we go?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

She could only look at him in puzzlement. "I am hungry," she responded, and as he began for the door she halted and said to him, "But I am hungry for something much different than breakfast." She smiled seductively and led him away from the door, back to the bed. She pushed him over the side so that he was sitting in front of her, staring right up past her breasts. He grinned and lifted a hand to touch her. She took his hand and pressed it to her breast. Then she let go and leaned over him, locking with him in a passionate kiss.

Their tongues swirled for a moment before breaking apart. Her hands wandered up his sides and stopped at his shoulders. She placed small delicate kisses on his cheek, his neck, shoulder, collar bone, then caught the end of his shirt, where the fabric started, and his skin ended. We'll see about that! She pondered to herself as she gently slipped her hands to the base of his loose fitting shirt. She hoisted it slowly over his head, taking her time so that she could revel in his muscular body without him teasing her about it later. He really was handsome. No wonder she melted like butter in his arms.

The shirt came off with his help, after a time when he stayed still and finally became annoyed with the slow... precision of the act. It really wasn't that difficult. He then quickly, before she could react even, grasped her waist and pulled her down on top of him. She squeaked in surprise, muffled suddenly by another kiss, which took her completely by surprise. She moaned, and their tongues vibrated with the sensation.

She could feel his dexterous hands moving down her body, slowly rolling her long gown in his palms, slipping it slowly up and up until her entire lower half was showing. She giggled as she felt the cool fabric brush along her back and finally release the fluff of her tail.

They were enveloped in another deep kiss, and within the span of time it took their lips to fuse, their breath to moisten and their hearts to sing, her gown was just below her head, and awaiting removal. She parted from him momentarily, the gown slipped free, and she came back down on him.

When they were completely exposed they stopped, and marveled at the other body before them, reveling in their nakedness, their freedom.

Shantee shivered; not from coldness or embarrassment or fear, from the pure excitement that being with Zinc gave her. She could feel it in her palms, in each strand of her fur and hair, in the very fiber of her being. She was alive with excitement, and it was that excitement that pressed her on, moved her further, to their inevitable coupling.

She slowly moved towards him, crawling over him both seductively and passively. Her eyes were completely filled with the passion, and Zinc soaked up every ounce.

His hands went back to work.

They slid up her arms and to her shoulders, then rubbed along her neck, down the small of her back, finally to where his reach ended. Then they retraced those steps, and came up under her arms; pulling her forward, overtop his body, positioning her breasts directly over him. He breathed on one nipple, then the other, kissing them each in succession. One hand softly caressed one, while his mouth, and his warm, graceful, perfect tongue, massaged the other. He latched on with his lips, suckling it slowly, agonizingly.

She could only gasp as the sensations coursed through her. Each pass of his lips, the cooling of the sensitive skin and the warm breath leaving then coming back, sent lighting into her fingers, and she released her arms from holding her up and came down on him. At first it startled him, the sudden weight, but then they turned, so that he was beside her. She hugged his head to her chest.

When he was finished with her breasts he slowly looked up at her, pleased with himself. She had broken a sweat, and was breathing heavily. She kissed his forehead.

The sheets they had been sleeping in were ruffled and they each kicked the crumpled ball of white away from them. They wouldn't need it.

Zinc pulled himself level with her eyes again, and he kissed her softly, about to pass back down again, to clean up the moistness between her legs. She held him firmly.

"No. I need you Zinc. I need you here. And I need you here," she pointed downward, trailing one hand through the fur on his chest, and finally reaching, grabbing hold, slipping his penis through her hand. He smiled.

He was erect as soon as their kiss had begun, and now he was waiting for release. She pushed and positioned herself overtop of him again. She was on all fours, panting for breath in the heat of the moment, and took his erection in her hand guiding it, giving way to the pleasure and the need for fulfillment.

The tip of his penis at last made contact with her heat, and he gasped as she gently, slowly, lowered herself down onto him. He hilted, and they sat momentarily, soaking up each other's passion and love for each other.

Then she began her agonizing journey upwards, and the sensations that filled her, and him, as the moist warmth pulled away made all their other senses dim and the room quiet, save for the sounds of their excited breathing.

As she came to the top, without letting him go, she plummeted down on him, slipping his entire erection into her depths without difficulty. She gasped, and he as well, collapsing with the amount of pressure and sheer joy of the feeling. The passion suddenly boiled over, and she picked herself up, pulling upwards, and then falling down again over and over, more and more rapidly.

"Zinc! Ah!" she cried, unaware of her own thoughts at the moment.

Zinc took control over her with counter thrusts of his own, pulling down when she pulled upwards to shorten and slow her own thrusts. This would not be over so quickly, it would take its course, and both of them would take full enjoyment of it. His hands traveled up her body, grabbing her waist and holding her, pushing her down and pulling her up again at his own pace. He made sure she was going that pace before he released her. Then they felt their way back to her breasts, bobbing up and down with the force of her movements.

He fondled and pressed them firmly in his palms and trapped the nipples between two fingers, rolling the erect flesh with quick jittery motions.

Her own hands were on his chest, the fingers tangling in the masses of his chest fur and her palms placed over his abs for the most support.

A tear trickled down her cheek, and fell to his chest, splattering.

"Zinc! Please, I need you! Please Zinc! Ah!" she gasped. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her breathing increased, her eyes fluttered open and shut quickly, and her arms began to give way.

When she collapsed, he was there to catch her, and as his arms enveloped her she could feel the weight being taken from her. He rolled so that she was underneath him. He began his thrusts methodically. They started with speed, then, as he hilted, he would make the last inches slow, and merciless, and then he would pull out quickly and repeat the process. She could feel everything happening within her body. The warmth of his flesh, the feeling of fullness, and the sensations that every fiber, hair, muscle and piece of skin sent coursing through her body.

It was coming.

She held her arms around his neck, holding herself close. Her legs came around his back and hooked, keeping their bodies together.

He panted with her, their breath mixing in the morning air.

The curtains had stopped. The breeze was gone. Time for the sun to come out to its fullness.

Each of them could feel it coming, their climax, and it was coming fast. They held each other and he made one final thrust, harder and faster than all the others. His skin rubbed against her clit and she burst. In a fit of fur-muffled screams of ecstasy her juices poured over their lower bodies. And following suit, with the feeling of the added moisture below him his own climax came upon him. He yowled, in his cat-like way, into the open room, and a glass of water beside the bed reverberated quietly.

He fell atop her squirming body and writhed in the glow and joy of their release.

Their breathing eventually slowed, and he softened, slipped away, and curled up beside her.

Then it came back to him, his secret.

As did hers.

They both spoke simultaneously.

"I have something to..."

"I need to..."

"You first," she said.

He smiled, kissed her and backed away, kneeling in front of the bed. He reached into a droor and pulled a small white box from the inside, holding it in the palm of his hands.

"Shantee Firnanth," he began, opening the box, revealing a thin, gold band adorned by a finely cut and polished diamond, "Will you be my wife?"

It was by no means a perfect proposal. They were both naked, one atop a bed without sheets, the other kneeling in front of that bed, but regardless, Shantee's eyes began to fill with tears. She flung herself at him and hugged him tightly round the neck.

"Yes! Oh yes, Zinc!" The box was knocked from his hands and landed upright on the floor. He embraced her as well. They stayed motionless for a moment, each reveling within their glee, neither wishing to break the other's hold.

But finally their arms relaxed and she sat back up.

"Zinc," she said, taking his hand in hers. She placed it on her belly and smiled at him happily. "I'm pregnant."

A smile of equal greatness washed over him and he was standing in the blink of an eye. He hoisted her up under her arms and swung her round and round the room shouting to the heavens that he would be a father!

When she came back down to earth again he asked her, "When? How long? Are you sure?"

She could barely speak with the joy of knowing that he loved the surprise. "Well... you remember that night on the oasis?" she asked him in return.

He smiled devilishly.

"And you know for sure?" he asked again.

"It hasn't come. I'm late for almost a month. Zinc. I'm really pregnant!"

They embraced once again, and locked in another devastating kiss. Their love would live on as long as they each had breath in their lungs, and as long as their spirits remained together.

Always.

And so another couple learns what the desert has to offer. Love and happiness; take form.

THE END