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©2025 Bruno Hirschkoff

For Irving

The following is a work of erotic fiction intended solely for adult audiences. It is not intended for commercial publication nor for widespread distribution without the permission of the Author. The Author asserts the exclusive right of ownership of Asantrea, and all characters, settings, concepts, locations and events described herein.

Approx 9,000 words / 50 minutes reading time

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Chapter 6

Araxes was awakened by a roll of thunder and the distant hiss of rain. The air was still and dense, heavy with tropical humidity even in the cool depths of Ammunash’s Garden. But the sheer scale of the forest and the density of its layers of canopy meant that almost none of the rain that fell, hit the forest floor. Instead, it ran in rivulets down the trunks of the trees into the loam.

He lay on his back on Tsu-Isi’s bedding, staring at the densely interwoven living vines and branches that formed the tiny nests in which many of the Y’Dasz slept, among the lower branches and forks of the vast, immeasurably ancient trees of this primordial realm. The baskets of bioluminescent fungi which hung from the interior of the nest gave off a much dimmer glow now than he remembered them being when he had first entered.

Beside him, Tsu-Isi slept. Her body was pressed to his own, her back to his side, and he felt her tail flick as it rested across his thighs. It was still night, then. It was hard to tell in the Garden.

He looked across at Tsu-Isi. The soft curve of her waist and the swell of her hip, the patchwork of paler, geometric patches over her darker pelt standing as a direct opposite to his own markings. She was breathing deeply and steadily, but she must have sensed the change in his repose, for she turned over in her sleep to lay facing him. Her eyes remained shut, and her breathing quickly returned to a restful state. Except now she had one arm draped across his midriff, and he felt her knee rise up over his thigh and her body press more closely to his own. Her breath was soft and slow against his neck.

Araxes remembered suddenly that he was no longer shaka’hakt to the Y’Dasz. And then his mind went immediately to Veyo, and to Nur-Ayya. How would they receive him when they awoke?

Specifically, he remembered Veyo’s nightly masturbation during their journey through the Garden to Zalemanya, and her bold, forward displays of sexuality. Her strength and scent, powerful and unashamed, and how she trembled and shook and openly touched herself when Araxes would tease her in return. He wondered whether Veyo was in a state right at that moment.

He was Y’Dasz now. No longer forbidden. Veyo would not need to hold herself back any longer. Tsu-Isi’s closeness compounded Araxes’ rising excitement. His heartbeat grew faster, but it was not for Tsu-Isi that he ached. It was for her sisters.

And then he realised what had awoken him. It had not been the gentle rumbling of thunder, or the trickle of rainwater running down the trunks of the trees into the forest. There was someone at the entrance of Tsu-Isi’s nest, peering in. Araxes’ eyes flew open and his head snapped upward. Their eyes met.

Veyo!

Veyo gasped and withdrew. He exhaled in relief, and a moment later, her silhouette reappeared in the doorway of the nest. She squatted down and peered inward, and Araxes could hear a subtle, rhythmic wet clicking noise, which was immediately familiar to him. He grinned, and openly waggled his penis at her in a way he knew would get a reaction out of her. He was not disappointed. He held his finger to his lips to urge her to be silent.

Very slowly and gently, Araxes disentangled himself from Tsu-Isi. She groaned sleepily and grasped at his fur, and he felt her grind onto his thigh in her sleep, leaving wetness in his pelt.

“Needing pissing, now-soon,” he whispered to her.

He did not, but it was the excuse he needed to step out of her nest.

She half-woke then, and reluctantly released him. She rolled onto her back, and Araxes rose to his knees, blocking the entrance so she did not see Veyo. He glanced back over his shoulder. Veyo had retreated. Then he returned his gaze to Tsu-Isi. She had spread her legs, and was delicately touching herself in her slumber. His mouth watered and he watched her for a short while, but his only thought was Veyo. He drank deeply from the water Tsu-Isi had brought him, and then saw a small pot of what could only have been Nightglow Orchid nectar.

He took it, and slipped out of her nest into the night to find Veyo.

The Y’Dasz slept soundly, even in the bioluminescent brightness of the deep forest. All except Veyo.

She had quietly retreated across the bridge of vines by the time Araxes emerged from Tsu-Isi’s nest and was descending to the forest floor below. She looked up to him and clicked her tongue, as she had to guide him through the tunnel into the cavern of the ancestors. Ever the pathfinder. Araxes’ heart skipped a beat. He descended to the forest floor, only to find her gone. He followed her clicks, allowing her to guide him through the village, and then into the forest beyond the ring of huts and nests that surrounded the Aethyrsage’s hut.

Veyo did not lead him to her own nest. Instead, following her tongue-clicks, her scent, and flashes of her nudity through the trees, Araxes pursued her as if in a trance, and slowly, Veyo allowed him to get closer and closer. But still, no words were shared between them. Here and there she would pause, allow him to draw closer, and then click her tongue and melt into the undergrowth again.

He could smell her arousal from a dozen fetlocks’ distance. He stared lustfully at her powerful body when she gave him the chance, and in return, she watched him closely. He saw her gaze fall to his groin, and he instinctively retracted his foreskin, exposing his glans to her. It was a subtle body language, but one that had several effects. Araxes, who’d already been half-aroused, felt himself swell and harden while Veyo stared. That, in turn, caused Veyo to stare open-mouthed at it. She had seen him nude before, of course, but never quite in this way. Never with the promise that their mutual lust would finally be fulfilled. She allowed him to come within a couple of fetlocks of her, then retreated again, clicking her tongue and flagging her tail for him to follow.

The ground rose up between the boles of a cluster of massive trees after another twenty paces, and beyond this embankment, towering understorey plants grew high over a riot of soft mosses, ferns and fungi. It was a medicine garden, where the Y’Dasz healers cultivated their ingredients. The mosses and lichens were soft and compliant underhoof, and twenty more paces onward, Veyo abruptly stopped and spun to face Araxes. He came to a stop, and their eyes met. Still, not a word was shared between them. Araxes felt a thrill of excitement scuttle up his spine.

Behind Veyo, a giant fern grew from the remains of a tree that must have fallen a hundred years hence, forming a secluded, seemingly private grotto in the immense forest softly illuminated by yellow-green bioluminescent pores on the underside of the fern’s fronds. Veyo ran her hand along the underside of a frond over their heads, causing the plant to shiver and close its leaves. As it did, it released a cloud of glowing pollen which drifted into their fur.

Araxes took a step forward towards Veyo. She remained still. He took another step. He could feel her excited breaths in the air between them. Her eye fell once more, and Araxes lifted his lip in flehmen, sampling the dense, cloying scent of her heat. It was a language she instinctively understood, even over the obvious physical signs of his excitement. In a flurry, she grabbed his skinny shoulders, spun him around and shoved him up against the mossy tree. He gasped as her body crashed into his, and grasped at her. Veyo hunched over him, and her long tongue dragged erotically up the side of his neck. He pushed one of his thighs upward between hers, and she ground onto his leg heavily, wetly, humping him. He gasped to feel her bite his neck, and tilted his head back to give a soft groan of pleasure. He gripped her waist, and then slid his hands down over her wide hips, and behind her to her buttocks. Veyo exhaled shakily across his throat, and grunted rhythmically while she hedonistically humped against him, grinding her wetness along his thigh. She had never gone even this far with him, before, and her open desire felt uncertain, almost frustrated.

Araxes felt his arousal surge at Veyo’s unrestrained urges, and withdrew his thigh from her crotch, only to replace it with his hand. But unlike previous occasions where he’d stolen a brief touch, or secretively caressed her while everyone else slept around them, this time he explored her with open intent. His fingers trailed downward over her belly, and then over her pubic mound, until he found the soft, plump lips of her vulva. She snorted and panted and trembled at his every touch, and Araxes felt her pawing and grasping for his rigid cock in return. He did nothing to stop her. Instead, he guided her, curling her fingers around his shaft, while he curled his fingers upward into her cloying, honey-slick heat.

“Rub… rub it…” Veyo grated out against his ear. Her other hand slipped downward to guide him, and she moved his hand rapidly side to side across her clitoris.

He pressed his finger inward against it and rubbed rapidly side to side, mirroring the very same pace and technique she had so openly displayed for him on a number of occasions.

Veyo hunched around his hand and groaned gutturally into his ear, and seconds later, he heard her gasp loudly and grunt, while her hips rhythmically spasmed.

“Veyo coming?” he asked, his own voice thick with arousal.

“Coming!” she managed, through gritted teeth.

Her hand grasped and stroked his cock awkwardly while she climaxed, leaving her trembling, breathing hard and flushed. She opened her eyes and gazed into his, and gave him a cheeky grin.

“Mmh. I like your cock,” she murmured, palming it firmly. “I like being allowed to touch it at last… not worrying about being caught…”

Araxes grinned at her. “Liking, am, touched. But… touching shaka’hakt… making cock hard like iron…”

She laughed softly, and drew back from him slightly. Then she noticed the clay pot on the string around his neck.

“What is this?”

“Gift,” he smirked. “Veyo beautiful… like Orchid.”

Her eyes widened.

“Did you think I would not be wet enough for you?” she laughed.

Araxes moved to uncork the pot, but to his surprise, Veyo stopped him.

He frowned. “Thinking Veyo, many-often. No more shaka’hakt.”

Veyo trembled and he heard her grind her teeth.

“I… Nur-Ayya should have you first,” Veyo forced herself to admit through her gritted teeth, glancing away from him.

“Not wanting Araxes? Only wanting… watching, rubbing?”

“I want you more than you can possibly imagine, little Lamaye. But you are not mine, not yet. Oh_,_ I need you though. My cunt burns to feel you…”

Araxes observed her for a long moment in silence, and saw her hands twitch, clenching and unclenching her fists and squirming as if she was desperate to relieve herself. Araxes lifted his hand to her cheek and cupped her face. He ran his thumb along her jaw, and leaned in to nuzzle her neck.

“Veyo finding Araxes, before-ago—not Nur-Ayya,” Araxes said quietly, his own desire for her rising yet higher. “Veyo carrying Araxes. Saving life. Ayya-Yurah telling Araxes… soon-ago… Veyo and Nur-Ayya and Tsu-Isi sisters, being. Daughter of Aethyrsage, Veyo being. Araxes to be held first by Veyo. Veyo beautiful.”

She swallowed and exhaled shakily, and Araxes gently reached for her hand, the one stopping him from uncorking the orchid nectar. Their eyes met, and she relented. He uncorked the clay pot. Her arms surrounded his body, and her whole frame trembled and tensed with a surge of arousal as the thick, cloying fragrance of the powerful aphrodisiac nectar rose in the space between them. Eagerly, she grasped his wrist with her other hand and pushed his hand between her thighs. Araxes cupped her vulva softly, and she pushed her hips forward, parting her thighs to him. She was so incredibly wet.

And then to his surprise, she released him, batted his hand away from herself, and resumed masturbating, grinding and humping her body against his until moments later she came again. He held her in his arms and ground himself against her gyrating body, gripping her buttocks, and nuzzling between her heavy, soft breasts. Veyo trembled and shook and climaxed yet again moments later. Then she roughly shoved her body up against his, spilling Nightglow Orchid nectar down them both, and made a noise so primal Araxes momentarily worried for his safety. But she did not eat him. Instead she grasped furtively at his cock, and shoved it between her powerful thighs. Her wetness drooled over his head, and she ground and rubbed the head of his cock around herself, rolling her hips to rub on it. Araxes felt the pink fog of lust clouding his rational thought—he wanted nothing more than to press Veyo down into the moss and take her… be her first… the first cock ever to enter her… the thought alone caused his balls to twitch and ache and precum to spritz from his pulsing rod between her swollen lips.

“Putting Araxes… where fingers going…” he murmured throatily into her ear.

Veyo clicked her tongue and with a powerful surge from her muscular legs, hauled him off his hooves and down on top of her as she fell backward into the soft mosses beneath the towering fern. He gasped loudly and landed with his hands either side of her head. The soft luminescence of the fern’s fronds glinted in her eyes, and its sparkling pollen accented her cheeks and lips. Lips that were parted with her elevated breaths and arousal. Her thick, powerful thighs parted around his hips, lifting up and over his slender body, and he saw her hesitate.

“Veyo beautiful,” he repeated. “Araxes wanting Veyo. Wanting Veyo… before-ago, also. Always.”

She reached for his cock, and grasped him with urgent lust, rubbing his exposed glans across her lips hedonistically. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, and to Araxes’ surprise, she orgasmed yet again.

But then she hesitated.

“Your first calf should be Nur-Ayya’s,” she said. “I want so desperately for you to take me right now, but you must not spill your seed inside me before you spill inside my sister.”

Her clarity of instruction surprised Araxes, and it made him listen. He nodded.

“Understanding. Spraying up body, next-soon-will.”

She laughed, and then growled and used two fingers atop his cock to push him downward, until his glans lodged at her entrance.

“You are my first,” she said.

“First…” he mumbled to her in reply. “Veyo first, also. Araxes not… with woman, before-ago.”

She hissed through her teeth in lust and desire and he felt her hips tremble and gyrate beneath him, and then her other hand reach for his buttocks to pull him forward. No more words were needed. He rolled his hips, pushing forward. He felt resistance, and then watched her face change from frustration to pleasure, as burning, slick heat enveloped the head of his cock, and then his shaft.

“Slow… slow…” Veyo breathed.

He held steady for a moment, and then pushed forward again. Veyo made a throaty moan of pleasure and wrapped her arms around his body as well, enveloping him in her embrace. She rolled her hips, and he felt himself slide all the way inside her, suddenly, to the root. Veyo gasped, and he felt all four of her limbs squeeze his body to hers, as if trying to meld their bodies together yet further, like two pieces of clay into one.

The Nightglow Orchid was powerful. Coupled with the natural arousal he had for Veyo, he could feel his rationality slipping away in the fog of lust and sexual pleasure he was finally allowed… mostly… to share with her. He felt himself pulse and throb involuntarily inside her, and then she clenched hard around him, in response. He gurgled hornily and ground into her, pushing his body along hers and pressing his penis as far inside her as he could physically get it. His tongue hung from his mouth. He was a creature of lust. Of burning desire. And beneath him was Veyo, a woman of such a sexual beauty as he’d never experienced before. He pushed inward again, and again. The movement inside her was tiny, but it was intense. She squeezed him with her entire body – her legs, her arms, her vagina, all at once. Over and over. His nostrils were full of moss and pollen and Veyo’s scent, and he trembled with lust, flexing his penis again and again and gyrating his body as much as she would allow him to. She hissed in confusion and frustration, even as he felt her rhythmically clench and squeeze around him, as if trying to milk him like an orchid nectar sac.

“Araxes… moving, not. Veyo legs, tight, strong very,” he mumbled into her ear. “Needs… moving, inside Veyo.”

She grunted. Embarrassment at her own ignorance flashed across her features, and Araxes smiled at her warmly, caressing her cheeks with his hands. Veyo unlocked her powerful legs from around his hips, and Araxes immediately felt their bodies able to move once again. Her relaxation caused him to withdraw halfway, and he felt his foreskin slide forward over his glans inside her. He paused for a moment, and then moved inside her. He pivoted on his knees, pushing himself into her again, then again, and again, in a slow, firm, deep rhythm. His chest caressed over Veyo’s nipples. Veyo’s mouth fell open and she stared wide-eyed at him. With his arms beneath her shoulders, bracing himself on his elbows in the soft moss, Araxes made slow, passionate love to Veyo in the deep forest, their days of mutual teasing and denial finally at an end.

Her cries of pleasure rose steadily, until every thrust Araxes made into her was accompanied by a lustful moan. He touched her face, moved inside her, caressed her with his entire self. She felt incredible. So much so that in a short time he was struggling not to climax inside her. She hissed in frustration when he paused, and after three pauses in quick succession, he hurriedly pulled out of her to prevent his orgasm. Her eyes immediately snapped downward to stare at his glistening rod twitching over her abdomen, and she writhed in lust beneath him. A dozen breaths, and Araxes slowly entered her again. Their union made a vulgar, wet noise, and Araxes felt Veyo flutter around him, all but sucking him inside her. He lasted two gentle thrusts, then grunted and pulled out again.

“Make me come,” she hissed to him, her eyes flashing in the darkness.

Araxes knew he could not endure long enough for Veyo to orgasm before he did. He hesitated, then had an idea. She grasped at his shoulders in confusion as he began to move down her body.

“Using mouth… making Veyo coming,” Araxes said apologetically. “Araxes coming very soon, sooner than Veyo. Hands… tongue… making Veyo coming first-soon.”

She hissed and clicked, but released him, and he kept going, leaving a trail of erotic kisses down her body, over her heavy bust, her belly, along her hip, and inward towards her pubic mound. She was openly masturbating by the time he got there, and he waited until she moved her hand.

As much as Araxes wanted to feel Veyo come with him inside her, he had been longing for the opportunity to taste her properly, ever since the moment in the forest when he’d managed to brush his tongue for the briefest of instants along her sensitive, swollen petals. Now, he took a long moment to stare at her, up close and unrestricted. She was even more beautiful than he remembered from his furtive moments of exploration. He lipped at her inner thigh teasingly, and then brushed his lips tantalising along hers. She quivered. She tasted so intensely feminine—a scent and taste that was the culmination of numerous periods of arousal layered into the thick fur around her lips.

“Beautiful—like orchid…” he murmured.

She grabbed his ossicones and pulled his face upward against her. Araxes licked. He pressed his long, dark tongue forth between her tender, swollen petals, tasting the nectar of her burning core mingled with his own precum, and Veyo convulsed in ecstasy. She gripped his ossicones and humped against him, an urgent motion that spoke of her desperation. Araxes caressed both of his hands upward over her powerful thighs and onto her waist, gazing up at her over her pubic mound while he feasted on her. He’d never done this before, but it came to him like an instinct; he knew with some intimacy where Veyo’s most sensitive places were thanks to her flagrant exhibitionism, and he focused on those. He pressed his tongue upward into her vagina, and caressed her clitoris with his tactile top lip, side to side, cupping her in his mouth. Her hips jolted and convulsed, and he saw her touch her breast with one hand, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Araxes withdrew his tongue, and replaced it with his fingers. He sealed his lips around her swollen, erect clitoris and sucked, flicking his tongue rapidly across it, and began to move his fingers inside her with the same pace and ferocity he’d witnessed her using on herself. The effect was electric. Veyo’s whole body hunched and tensed, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Yes… yes… faster… oh!” Veyo grunted.

Then she fell silent. Held her breath. Her body was tense, trembling. Araxes kept up his pace even after Veyo’s other hand fell away from his head, moving upward to touch her other nipple instead. He felt her wetness spritz out around his fingers with a loud hissing gurgle, and kept his angle and his pace exactly as she’d instructed him, nursing on her clitoris like he was feeding from the teat of a goddess. She gasped in a fresh breath, and held it. Then another, moments later. Her body shook and trembled. And then she came. A guttural, primal moan escaped her, and Araxes felt her clamp down hard around his fingers and then release, tipping her into the rhythmic contractions of her peak. He pushed himself deep into her and held his fingers inside, curling them upward against her pleasure spot, while she convulsed and clenched and orgasmed around him, soaking his wrist with her gushing nectar.

She lay still, breathing hard, for several moments. Araxes delicately circled his tongue around her clitoris, making her twitch in post-climactic sensitivity.

Then she grinned down at him.

“Now I want to make you come… come to me, Araxes… use my cunt to make yourself come… and spray your seed over me.”

Araxes needed no further prompting, this time. He surged upward over her with a primal groan, displaying his achingly erect, drooling cock to her view. Her eyes widened, and she palmed it eagerly with both hands, pushing back his foreskin and smearing his precum across her hand.

“Harder than ever before… Go on Araxes, put it to use!”

She pushed him downward, as she had before, angling him to line up with her, and brought her other hand up to lick his slickness from her palm. This time, he did not enter her slowly. He drove himself into her with primal need and lust, and Veyo cried out in pleasure and surprise. Her legs clamped around his hips once again, and Araxes almost immediately felt the burning ember of climax ignite in his core. He grunted a warning to her, thrusting erratically and wildly into her, and pulled out of her just in time, as he felt fluid surge upward through his groin with volcanic heat. He shoved his hips upward over her body, and Veyo stared down at him. A powerful, thick rope of semen arced upward over her chest, and Veyo grappled for his penis, holding it and awkwardly pumping it with both her hands while he ejaculated on her. His seed splattered her groin, belly and the underside of her breasts, mingling with her sweat, her heat, and the powerful orchid nectar, and Veyo played with his foreskin, moving it forward over his tip to cause it to fill up and spill over her fingers, before retracting it again. As his climax began to cool, she firmly squeezed his base, and milked upward along his shaft, pulling out a thick drool of stringy fluid, which she collected on her fingers and brought to her mouth to taste.

Then, in the moments after his orgasm ebbed away, Araxes heard a grunt and the sound of vegetation rustling from nearby.

*

Nur-Ayya watched Araxes and Veyo for as long as she felt she could get away with. She could not be angry with Veyo; between them, it was unclear who had the clearest claim to Araxes’ first proper encounter as an Y’Dasz. It was an unwritten custom, in any case. And Veyo’s desire for Araxes had been clear as day from the moment she’d found him.

Nur-Ayya was deeply aroused by the sight of them fumblingly exploring one another, and began to touch herself subtly when Araxes began to move within her, after Veyo had released her legs from around his hips. He was clearly struggling not to climax. Every few moments he paused, and more than once Nur-Ayya saw him hurriedly pull out of Veyo, his long, glistening cock hanging rigidly and wetly between them, pulsing angrily.

Then she heard a grunt from a fern nearby, close to her. Nur-Ayya stepped silently towards the sound, and found Yt’tai, also touching herself. She snuck up, and slid her arm around Yt’tai’s waist. Yt’tai jumped slightly, and chuckled at the stealthy approach. She did not stop touching herself.

“I did not imagine they would last until the morning to meet,” Yt’tai observed under her breath.

“Truly. Veyo has needed this for such a long time.”

“As have we all,” Yt’tai agreed. “Simply watching them is…”

Nur-Ayya smirked at her. “Would you like a hand to grind on?”

Yt’tai exhaled softly and gave a subtle nod. Nur-Ayya sat with her back to the base of the fern, and Yt’tai sat between her spread thighs with her back to the larger woman. Nur-Ayya’s hand snaked over Yt’tai’s hip immediately, caressing the healer’s abdomen, and then downward over her pubic mound. Her other hand slid upward to touch her modest breasts, and Yt’tai groaned softly in pleasure and laid her head back on Nur-Ayya’s soft, warm breasts.

“You are very wet,” Nur-Ayya observed, her tongue flicking softly against the healer’s ear.

“Can you blame me?”

“Not at all. I am, too.”

Yt’tai arched her back and used her hand to grip Nur-Ayya’s wrist, pushing into her skilled touch. The warrior’s thick fingers were delicate and dexterous, and knew precisely where Yt’tai’s specific spots were, and how she liked them treated. It was far from their first sexual encounter. Both women watched Veyo and Araxes through the undergrowth while Nur-Ayya slowly and gently masturbated the healer, until she tensed and convulsed, and Nur-Ayya felt her clamp down hard on her fingers while she came.

The sound drew Araxes’ attention. He was staring into the undergrowth, while Veyo lay trembling after he’d painted her body with his lust. Araxes himself remained as hard and erect as any of the trees of the Garden thanks to the Nightglow Orchid nectar, and with a final caress, Nur-Ayya tapped Yt-tai’s shoulder to induce her to let her up.

Nur-Ayya emerged from the fern into Araxes’ field of view, and the skinny giraffe’s eyes widened. She took a few steps forward, and squatted naked a few paces away from where he and Veyo lay.

“I… I…” Araxes stammered.

“Be still, Araxes,” Nur-Ayya said. “You have done nothing wrong. Nor has Veyo. As was promised, you are no longer forbidden to us. And you have done well, it seems; Veyo? How do you feel?”

Veyo hissed in exhaustion and slid her hand down to delicately probe herself. “My vagina has not fallen off, and I am surprised,” she said. “Oh, Nur-Ayya, you must feel him enter you, it is… unlike anything I can describe!”

Nur-Ayya laughed and clapped Araxes on the back, toppling him into the moss. “That’s good! Araxes, your… interest, seems to remain piqued?”

“I saved his first calf for you, Nur-Ayya,” Veyo mumbled hazily.

“Thoughtful indeed,” Nur-Ayya said.

Veyo propped herself up on her elbows. “He is yours, dear sister.”

She saw Araxes’ eyes wander over her body. In the squatting position, she knew she had no modesty whatsoever, deliberately so. While Veyo had very little compunction in exhibiting her body to Araxes during their journey, Nur-Ayya had been a little more coy with him. And now, fuelled by the scent of their arousal and the Nightglow Orchid, there was a primal lust in Araxes’ eyes that made Nur-Ayya’s heart flutter. She felt herfelt drooling into the moss beneath her, and stared openly at Araxes’ erect, glistening rod. Then she moved across Veyo’s body and touched their ossicones together, before rising and lifting Araxes easily to his hooves.

“Come with me, Araxes,” she said quietly.

*

Araxes followed her without a word of protest, out of the medicine garden back to the elevated nests above the forest floor. Nur-Ayya’s nest was directly opposite Tsu-Isi’s. Both Tsu-Isi and Veyo had led Araxes right past it. She seemed to read his thoughts.

“Yes, I heard and saw Veyo come to you, and saw you emerge to go to her. It is how I came to find you,” she said with a chuckle. “Do not look so worried, Araxes! It is natural to be unable to wait longer when you know you are finally allowed to do something you have wanted for some time. Come, come…”

Nur-Ayya propelled him softly into her nest and followed him inside. Her nest was somewhat larger than Tsu-Isi’s, although even then, Nur-Ayya was bent double inside it. She filled the space. Araxes sat on her bedding and gazed up at her, and saw longing and desire on her face. Even after such an intense time with Veyo, arousal and desire caused his extremities to tingle and his nostrils to flare. He felt himself hardening anew.

“I, too, have been waiting for this moment, more than you might imagine. I have dreamed of it. Of feeling you inside me,” she whispered.

He rose to his knees, and moved forward. She fell into a squat in front of him, then sat, with her legs parted around his knees. They were face to face then, and Nur-Ayya touched him. Her large, warm hands landed first on Araxes’ hips, and Araxes groaned and trembled. Playfully, Nur-Ayya shuffled forward until his cock bumped and slid between her breasts. Then she touched it, delicately curling her fingers around him and lifting him to stare closely at the engorged organ. Slowly, she manipulated his foreskin, pulling it forward over his tip, and teasing its soft, wet overhang across one of her nipples, then the other, leaving both of them glistening with traces of his arousal. Araxes’ heart hammered in his chest and he exhaled shakily with a breathy moan. It was intensely erotic. His hands clenched and unclenched, floating awkwardly in the air, before coming to rest on Nur-Ayya’s shoulders.

“You may touch me however you desire, Araxes. You’ve spent the last week staring at me open-mouthed,” she chuckled, “and I want you.”

He throbbed in her hand, and she excitedly stroked him just a few times, slowly moving his foreskin back and forth over his wet, Veyo-fragranced head. Slowly, Araxes lowered himself down until his buttocks rested on his fetlocks. That brought Nur-Ayya’s breasts to his eye level, and he moved his hands from her shoulders to them, to lift them reverently. They were heavy and soft, and Araxes wanted little more than to bury his face between them. He brushed his thumbs across her wide, erect, precum-smeared nipples, and heard her gasp at the sensation. Nur-Ayya’s hands explored his body in kind, tracing the topography of his slender frame. She was slow and tender, far more assured of herself than Veyo had been, but Araxes realised that this was Nur-Ayya’s first true exploration of his body, also. Her desire was far less desperate than Veyo’s but in its way… it felt stronger. Her touch mapped every dewclaw of him she could reach, not just his sexuality.

Veyo was driven by primal lust and sexual urgency. Nur-Ayya’s touch was metered and calm. Veyo wanted to cum, again and again and again until she was sated. Nur-Ayya sought intimacy. He reciprocated, trailing his fingertips delicately upward over the swell of her breasts to her collarbones, and up the sides of Nur-Ayya’s neck to her ears. She moaned quietly, and circled his nipples with her thumbs. He felt fluid drool from his arousal, stringing downward between them, and she captured the droplet before it could land. She moved it back up, collecting it in her palm, and gently surrounding him with it. Her palm cupped the end of his penis and rotated gently, and her other hand moved to the root of his member, pulling the skin backward slowly to expose his glans inside her palm. He gasped and felt a burning spark in the base of his cock, that made him tremble and flex it hard. Nur-Ayya paused.

“Sensitive?” she asked.

He blinked, not knowing the word in Y’Dasz.

“Nearly coming?” she suggested.

Araxes nodded wordlessly, and gave her an apologetic look.

Nur-Ayya released his cock from her hands, and Araxes exhaled in a conflicted mixture of frustration and relief. Then Nur-Ayya kissed him. He’d never been kissed before, although he had witnessed it among several others in recent days. It was strange at first, but very intimate. Her mouth pressed warmly to his own, and he felt her tongue brush along his lower lip. Awkwardly at first, he returned it, and Nur-Ayya chuckled.

“Treat my lips the way you treated Veyo’s vulva,” she said.

That made sense.

Araxes performed better, after that. Nur-Ayya’s body pressed tightly to his own, and she pressed him downward onto his back in her bedding, straddling his hips. Her heavy breasts rested on his chest, and Araxes lifted his arms around her waist, holding her against him and instinctively rolling his hips upward to push the tip of his cock against Nur-Ayya’s belly. She chuckled breathily and kissed him open-mouthed, and spared a hand to touch him again, stroking him against her body. Araxes tensed and trembled, and precum drooled wetly into Nur-Ayya’s pelt.

Eventually, Nur-Ayya broke their passionate kiss, and moved upward over him until his cock nudged between her thighs, with her hands splayed across his narrow chest. He exhaled shakily.

“You need this as much as I do,” she intoned. “Do not worry if you finish quickly, Araxes. You have been denied long enough. We can fuck any time. Right now, you need to ejaculate. I want you to ejaculate inside me. Give me your calf. Make me pregnant. Make me the mother of your first calf. Plant your seed.”

Araxes felt that volcanic surge of heat begin inside him again even before he entered her.

She angled his cock to position his covered tip at the entrance of her vagina. Then she calmly, slowly sank onto him, pushing his foreskin back with her vagina.

Molten heat enveloped him. She sank onto him to the base in one smooth motion, and he felt her clench around his root.

“Ohh… it is so large… it feels so hard… Oh, you fit me so well…” she gasped.

Her heavy breasts swayed over his head, and Araxes captured a nipple in his lips as it passed. Nur-Ayya gasped and bucked her hips downward onto him, gyrating and grinding into his lap, and Araxes gripped her buttocks firmly in both hands. He was so close. So close… just…

He thrust firmly upward into her, erratically, and immediately felt semen spilling inside her as his balls clenched up against his root. He began to ejaculate even before his orgasm started, but then continued to move, pushing his hips upward into Nur-Ayya with every contraction of his peak, spilling his lust and passion within her silken caress.

His thighs trembled, and as his orgasm passed, he felt her hand between their bodies, as Nur-Ayya masturbated onto his cock.

“May I continue?” she asked him breathlessly.

He nodded, clinging to her urgently, and she resumed rubbing herself, riding his cock slowly, until moments later, she orgasmed around his penis. Araxes thrust weakly upward into her, and felt a secondary aftershock that milked a little more out of him, and then collapsed back beneath her, breathing hard.

A short time later, they made love again. Then again, and again. There seemed to be no end to Araxes’ desire, nor Nur-Ayya’s. Dawn found them exhausted, entwined in one another’s arms, and with their pelts matted with the products of their union. And Araxes felt desired, like he belonged, in a way he’d never experienced before in his life.

*

Days turned into weeks. Araxes settled into his new life among the Y’Dasz slowly, and while learning their customs and the nuances of their language took time, he was making admirable progress.

Ayya-Yurah gave birth to a baby daughter four weeks after his arrival, another sister to Nur-Ayya, Veyo and Tsu-Isi. While it was a cause for great celebration, Araxes noted that the festivities were muted. The calf was greeted into her forest world with joy and adoration, her tiny, adorable body daubed with the sacred ochres that traditionally were used to present a child for the goddesses Dytaea and Amel. But there was a note of sadness in the celebration. The Y’Dasz had not felt the blessings of the goddesses since the death of Lu-Temba, their last great Aethyrborn, and beneath their dignified and quietly optimistic façade, Araxes could sense their despair.

And there was another problem.

Parties of spear sisters began returning from the north unaccompanied, reporting that the Lamaye were no longer leaving their menfolk out to die. There had been no sacrifices, no abandonments, since Araxes.

Veyo came charging through the village towards him, and Araxes stood from where he’d been sitting cross-legged, packing bioluminescent fungi into their little nets for people to light their nests with.

“Araxes?”

“Veyo, what is happening? You seem troubled.”

She was breathing hard by the time she reached him, although nonetheless she still managed to embrace him erotically for a moment, flicking her long tongue around the rim of his ear.

“Ayya-Yurah is asking for you,” she murmured in his ear. “Nenwoh and Yattah and Yt’tai and Tsu-Isi have returned from the north.”

He breathed in her scent deeply and loosely embraced her, looping his arms around her waist. She made no attempt to move, and all of her urgency seemed to have vanished.

“If you just wanted a hug, Veyo…”

“I want more than that, right now,” she chuckled. “After, come and find me. Your cock is getting hard against my leg and it’s making me wet.”

He grunted and pulled back from her. Veyo bit her lip, stared unashamedly at his half-risen loincloth, and groped him bodily.

“I had thought you might calm down a little once your heat passed,” Araxes noted, with a smirk.

Veyo snorted.

He reached up to cup the nape of her neck, and touched his ossicones to hers. “I am glad that has not happened.”

Veyo exhaled shakily over his face, and then with a gargantuan force of will, turned away from him and walked back whence she had come.

“Come quickly, Araxes, mother does not appreciate being kept waiting.”

“Probably the only thing that stopped her mounting me there and then,” Araxes muttered to himself.

“I heard that.”

Araxes laughed, and straightened his loincloth before following Veyo back towards the centre of Zalemanya. Ayya-Yurah was there, with her baby daughter supported in a sling over her shoulder. The calf was suckling, and seemed to grow every time Araxes saw her. Tsu-Isi had led her first party of spear sisters north to Lamaye lands, and had elected to take Yt’tai, Nenwoh, Yattah and one other woman Araxes did not recognise. They had returned empty-handed, and they were not the first party do have done so since Araxes’ arrival.

“Ahh, Araxes,” Ayya-Yurah said. “Come, come, you are in no trouble. Yt’tai, tell Araxes what you found.”

Yt-tai turned to him.

“We followed the known paths,” she said. “The very same ones you and I walked. The paths found by Veyo. We emerged from the jungle onto the plains and no one challenged us. We walked the baking grasslands in broad daylight under the fiery stare of Kesh and Aror, saw the dust rise around our hooves and felt the withering heat of the north in our lungs. Yet we found no Lamaye. The place where we found you, where we found the four who were lost…”

“Bezar’s anvil,” Araxes intoned flatly.

“The very same. The… instruments of violence have been removed. The stakes, the ropes, the manacles… they are gone. Old blood stains the rock still, but it has been cleansed by rain, and green shoots appear in the gullies.”

“The rains have come,” Araxes said.

“So it would seem. But in the past, the rains have not caused the Lamaye to slow in their abandonment of their menfolk to the fire god. Something else has changed. I wish to understand more of your people, Araxes, so that we might understand what has changed.”

Shuva. Could he be Chieftain already?

Araxes frowned in concentration.

“Chieftain Isaeos was in his prime,” Araxes said. “He was strong. Insurmountable. Brutal. He surrounded himself with his loyalists and cast out all who questioned or opposed him. He reviled weakness, he reviled independent thought. Yet his own son, Shuva, who stood to inherit after his death, was not like Isaeos. He was ordered by Isaeos to leave me specifically for the Y’Dasz to find, to distract you from those he wanted to sacrifice to Bezar. But instead of abandoning me in the grassland, he offered me food and water and gave me a chance to escape west, to the Sagunu.”

“Believing, no doubt, that we Forest Demons would eat you alive?” Yt’tai said with a smirk.

“Just so,” Araxes agreed. “It was Isaeos’ thugs, two Lamaye called Oaal and Xanaf, who knocked me out and stole the food and water Shuva left me. That is when Veyo and Nur-Ayya found me.”

“He speaks truthfully,” Ayya-Yurah said from behind Yt’tai. “I have seen this memory.”

“The only thing I can think of which would have made Isaeos stop sacrificing his opponents, is if Isaeos is no longer Chieftain. If Shuva has somehow defeated him and taken the Chiefdom.”

“Why would Shuva stop?” Yt’tai asked.

“He… his last words to me were a prayer. A prayer for Amel’s blessing.”

There was a collective gasp, and a susurration of murmurs.

“Are you saying, Araxes, that Shuva, the son of an Aethyr-touched Bezari, is a worshipper of the river goddess?” Ayya-Yurah said.

“I believe so,” he replied.

“This may change everything. Tsu-Isi, come with me please—I need your assistance while I scry for the truth,” the Aethyrsage said, beckoning for her daughter to follow.

“You have done well,” Yt-tai said, once most of the assembled Y’Dasz dispersed. She laid her hand on his shoulder, and Araxes met her gaze. She looked exhausted.

“You are a healer, but you seem to need some healing,” he said quietly. “Come, may I bathe you?”

Her eyelids fluttered, and she swayed on her hooves. Wordlessly, Araxes slipped his arm around her body to support her, and felt her slump against him. She reeked of sweat and dirt. Tsu-Isi had driven her party hard, it seemed.

A short walk from the centre of Zalemanya, beyond the medicine gardens and fringed by large, flat rocks pushed to the surface by the massive roots of the trees, lay a series of cascading pools used by the Y’Dasz for bathing. Fed by a small but fast-flowing stream, the pools were crystal clear, and over the generations the Y’Dasz had placed more stones beneath the water to provide a variety of depths. Several dozen Y’Dasz were present as Araxes guided Yt’tai to the water. He stripped out of his loincloth and jumped into the waist-deep water, then turned to hold up his arms to her.

Yt’tai wore a strip of cloth around her chest, and a simple cord and flap loincloth. She made no attempt to remove either, and simply dropped to her buttocks on the edge of the water and slipped into it with a groan, up to her neck. Mud and dirt rose from her pelt into the water immediately, and she seemed to be in danger of slumping below the surface, so tired she was.

Araxes gently inserted himself behind her, between Yt’tai and the rock that formed the rim of the bathing pool. She leaned back into his chest and gave a long, groaning sigh of relief, allowing her arms to float to the surface. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and began to scrub the dirt from her pelt with his fingers, massaging the cool water inward against her skin. He started on her arms, one at a time, and worked upward toward her shoulders. She lifted each arm in turn, and Araxes scrubbed beneath her armpits. Then he prompted her to lean forward so he could clean her back. Her toned, corded muscles were tight and knotted, and she shivered in pleasure at his touch when he began to firmly massage the knots of tightness from either side of her spine, working upwards towards her shoulders. Araxes felt his heart fluttering from the closeness and intimacy of the moment. He felt trusted by the healer.

Gently, he cupped water over her head, and Yt’tai’s ears instinctively flicked to clear it. She dipped her head beneath the water briefly, then emerged again to lean back against Araxes’ shoulder.

“My legs,” she murmured to him. “Do to them what you did to my back.”

Araxes’ ears pricked forward. Yt’tai’s thighs were densely muscled and hard, and Araxes’ firm touch elicited another pleasured groan from the healer. He felt her tail twitch between their bodies, and began to allow his mind to wander to just how much of her body she would allow him to massage and clean. His hands worked her powerful thighs from the knee upwards, until they reached the cord of her loincloth at her hips. Then he moved upward over her waist, splaying his fingers across her abdomen.

Yt’tai’s eyes opened, and she twisted her head around to look at him. Her features were relaxed, and the trace of a smile played at the corners of her mouth. A mouth which, in a heartbeat, Araxes found pressed to his own. Her kiss was light and gentle, and Araxes tasted her breath on his tongue when she took his wrist and pushed his hand upward beneath the binding around her upper body, onto her breast. Her nipples were hard. Araxes’ heart thumped in his chest, and he brought his other hand up to where her binding cloth was tied beneath her left arm. A quick tug of the knot released it, and the soaked cloth fell away into the water. With both hands then, he tenderly cupped and caressed her breasts, circling his fingertips in a slow, sensual rhythm around the edges of her nipples, where fine, downy fur gave way to bare skin. Yt’tai moaned quietly into the kiss and he felt her hips roll, a subtle squeeze and release of her thighs.

Then she momentarily broke the kiss, only to mumble; “You missed some places.”

She pressed his right hand back down along her body, to her loincloth. And this time, Araxes did not skip over it. He pressed his hand warmly to her pubic mound over the flap of cloth, using his middle finger to tease what he knew was beneath it. He was hard as the rocks on which they sat, by then, his member trapped between his abdomen and Yt’tai’s back. Her tail flexed upward, and she ground back onto him, while Araxes traced his fingertips along the cord of her loincloth until he found where it, too, was tied. Another tug, and it fell easily away from her hips under the water. Her thighs fell apart, pressing to the insides of his legs, and she slumped slightly beneath the water. Exposing herself to his touch, expectantly even. No words were exchanged. None were needed.

They had met barely knowing of the other’s very existence, and with scant few words of Lamaye on Yt’tai’s tongue, and none of the Y’Dasz language on Araxes’. In linguistic silence they had grown to know one another, on the periphery of the dominant presences of Nur-Ayya and Veyo. There was a secretive excitement in their touch, even still.

Araxes allowed his fingers to trail up the inside of Yt’tai’s thighs slowly and teasingly, ‘cleaning’ the fur there with his touch, and then upward further, over the softness of her groin, fingertips just barely teasing at the borders between her dense fur and bare skin.

She made a frustrated noise, and once more guided his hand, just half a dewclaw to his right.

Araxes realised in that moment that he’d never actually touched Yt’tai there before. She’d shown herself to him several times, even masturbated over him, but his fingers did not know her flesh, until that moment. Her pubic mound was firm and formed the perfect place to rest his palm, Araxes found. With that done, he delicately, and very slowly, traced his fingertips upward along the tender lips of her vulva, while the other hand continued with similar treatment of her right breast. Yt’tai’s clitoris was erect, protruding slightly beyond her lips within the softness of its hood, and Araxes discovered that if he gave the very tip of that folded hood the lightest, featheriest touches of his fingertips, it made Yt’tai squirm and tremble. He kept doing it, between tender caresses of her soft inner petals, which as he caressed them, became swollen and engorged with arousal.

Within minutes, with him barely touching her, Yt’tai was a quivering, shaking bundle of ecstasy in his arms.

It was his turn to gasp, though, when suddenly he felt her hand snake back behind her, between them, to fumble and grasp for his cock. He was achingly hard. She touched him with heated, almost aimless eagerness, fumbling and fondling him. He flexed in her hand, and she curled her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke him. Her touch was unpractised, as all the Y’Dasz women seemed to be.

He delicately pinched her clitoris through its hood, moving the fold of skin over the sensitive nub within like a tiny foreskin. She seemed to understand, then, that there were parallels in their anatomy. Her fingertips teased around the ridge of his retracted foreskin the same way he’d teased the lip of her clitoral hood, and then she gripped him much more firmly and began to stroke him with clear intent. He tensed up as the familiar pleasure sparked an ember in his groin, which was quickly fanned into a flame by Yt’tai’s hand, and the fact that she was stroking his cock against her buttocks while he rubbed her clitoris.

He took her hint, and pressed his fingers more firmly in against her, recalling what he’d seen of her technique from the night in the forest when she’d masturbated over him. She gasped and he felt her hips buck beneath the water, and he knew he’d hit a good spot. He used three fingers, held flat, and rubbed rapidly in a subtle circle over the firm nub of her clitoris. Her body went tense, and the hand on his cock lost its rhythm.

“Faster!” she grunted.

He complied.

There was a long moment of utter stillness from Yt’tai. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open, and she was holding her breath. Her body trembled, and even her hand had stopped stroking him.

Then with a guttural whoosh of air leaving her lungs, Yt’tai convulsed. Her whole body shook and spasmed, again and again, as she orgasmed to Araxes’ fingers.

Half a dozen Y’Dasz giraffe heads, ears pricked, turned towards them, but Yt’tai paid them no mind, and in that moment, nor did Araxes. Yt’tai was in the throes of ecstasy, and nothing ought to interrupt that. Araxes kept rubbing her with a softer, slower rhythm while she orgasmed, until finally, she slumped back against him and twisted around to kiss him.

A slow clap and a whoop came from somewhere behind Araxes, and Yt’tai’s eyes flew open.

“Veyo!” she scolded.

“Good work, Lamaye!” Veyo said, squatting behind him with characteristic immodesty to belligerently ruffle his ears. “Now do that to me with your face. Maybe let me get your cock wet for Nur-Ayya. Is she pregnant yet? I want my turn!”

*