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The Seventh Realm: Volume One

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode 14: Rapture

Moving swiftly through the jungle, Cy's pain has subsided and he seems to have finally attained a runner's high. He moves as quickly as he can, nearly leaving Katero and his men behind.

“Cy…" Katero gasps. “We need to rest."

“Fuck that! We're making up valuable time." He replies.

“Twilight is over an hour away, and they were not running. We can stop for a few moments." Katero slows his pace.

“If you stop, I'll keep going and you can catch up." Cy growls.

“Alright. But may we slow down?" Katero pleads.

Cy nods, returning to a brisk walk.

“Do you know who these people are?" He asks.

“I do not, but I have heard of similar stories. They are most likely a cult who worships a particular fertility goddess. This goddess requires the regular sacrifice of virgins." Katero explains.

“What a waste." Cy laments.

“They most often sacrifice humans from other tribes." Katero continues.

“There are other human tribes?!" Cy exclaims in shock.

“Several, though they are often many days walk away. We have only ever heard of them, and never met them." Katero answers.

“So how long do we have?"

“Sacrifices to gods and goddesses almost always occur during the twilight. It is considered a sacred time, as Monala's moons are across each other and clearly seen." Katero replies.

“Good. Plenty of time left!" Cy grins.

“She is likely heavily guarded. It will be hard to reach her undetected." Katero remarks.

“We'll be fine."

Though the cultists had nearly a two-hour head start, the group quickly reach the end of the trail. Standing in the tree line, they see a camp of temporary shelters built before a rectangular structure made of compressed earth, and a pointed building made of wood.

“Those buildings look important. She's probably in one of those." Cy says as he points.

They creep around the tree line, Katero's men fanning out and carefully combing the jungle for scouts who may be hiding within. Finding none, they wrap around the camp, standing at the backs of the two buildings. Katero and his men look disheartened as they see the female guards. Wearing only loin cloths, their breasts visible, the Ketlan women carry spears and behave as though disciplined in combat, like the males of their small village. Cy turns to Katero, making sure that he and his men are ready to go. Katero turns back to him, looking very uncomfortable at the prospect of fighting women.

“I have never killed a female before…" Katero says.

“It's just like killing a man." Cy begins. “Just don't look down and get distracted." He chuckles.

“You have killed females?"

“I'm a warrior. I've killed everyone; men, women, and a few children."

“What kind of war have you seen?!" Katero asks in shock.

“… The bad kind."

“There's a good kind?" Katero raises a brow.

Taking the lead, Cy sneaks up to the temple and spots two sets of guards. Their backs to him, they wrap around the earthen building. Katero follows suit, motioning to his men. The group quietly approach the temple, joining Cy at the back wall. They silently formulate a plan, using only subtle hand and arm gestures. Katero, Cy and one of his men stand behind one corner, while the three remaining warriors take the other. The anticipation gnaws at them like a vicious moltaka as they wait for the female guards to return. They soon see their shadows approaching and take up their weapons. Cy holds up his recurved knife, ready to plunge it into his victim.

The two sets of guards, each set having two females, walk around the corner. Before they can react or even scream, the six warriors grab the women, pulling them down to the ground. Cy coldly slits the throat of a woman with the features of a rabbit, her screams muffled by his hand before her snout. An allied warrior holds a guard as Katero repeated stabs her before slashing her jugular. The other three Kelanethaka warriors dispatch their guards in a similar fashion. They set the bodies aside, as some of the men struggle to come to terms with what they have been forced to do. Katero turns to Cy, who casually wipes the blood from his blade on the fur of the deceased woman.

He turns to Katero and gives him a subtle nod. The six men walk around the temple walls, careful not to be seen as they approach in broad daylight. To their surprise, the camp is sparsely populated, with few visible citizens. They see a single entrance, two females standing on either side of it. Unsure of how they can dispatch them silently, the group pauses. Suddenly, the women turn back and enter the earthen temple, as if programmed to patrol it at certain times. Still undetected, the men move toward the entrance. Katero and Cy rush into the temple and pounce upon the women. With his knife sheathed, Cy grabs her snout and twists hard, snapping her neck with an audible crack.

Katero grabs his target by the torso, on impulse, his hand covering one of her exposed breasts as he slashes her throat. Immediately realizing this, he pulls his hand away, dropping her body to the ground with a loud thud. Her gurgling as she dies unnerves him.

“Do you need a hand there?" Cy jokingly whispers to Katero.

“I have two…" He replies.

The four warriors enter and help the assassins drag the bodies away, quickly hiding them from sight. They set them just inside the shadows of the temple walls. Using hand gestures, they leave the four warriors at the front of the temple to guard it, before heading down the hall of the temple. It soon forks off into separate rooms. Splitting up to cover more ground, Cy takes the left while Katero takes the right. Walking through the temple, Cy hears a moaning coming from a nearby room. Drawing his knife slowly he peeks around a corner. To his surprise, he sees a female Ketlan straddling the waist of a male warrior, her hands on his chest and in the middle of sexual intercourse.

“Are you serious?" Cy thinks silently to himself. “These people want to sacrifice a virgin…"

Shaking his head, he holds up his knife. Throwing the blade, it swirls through the air before striking the female in her neck, blood spurting nearly six feet as she struggles to scream, falling off of her lover. Startled, the male sits up, only for Cy to swing his chain whip around his neck. He yanks hard, dragging the man to the ground. Rushing him, Cy straddles his back and strangles the life from his target with the length of the whip. The warrior soon stops moving, but Cy knows that he is not dead. Not willing to wait for him to strangle to death, he quickly breaks his neck with his bare hands. He coils and sheaths the chain whip before taking up his knife from her neck.

Continuing his search, he stops and hides around a corner when he hears a familiar voice, seemingly talking to herself. He looks into the room from the dark corridor and sees the queen speaking to the shaman. He cannot understand all that they say, as they speak only in Ketlanic; he does his best to interpret their conversation.

“This most @$#!*% sacrifice. Never we see *!$@# Ketlan female." The Shaman says.

“Yes. *!#@* bless us greatly." The queen replies.

The queen suddenly turns and walks into another room, leaving the shaman alone. She appears to be much older, easily in her late fifties or early sixties; her hair and some of her fur is gray. Cy sneaks up to her, but she turns before he can grab her. She hisses and pounces on him. Cy falls backward, flipping her over him. He gets up and turns as she lunges again but throws his knife into her chest. She falls backward toward the ground but he grabs her, gently lying her down as he steps over her. Ripping the knife from her body, he grabs her by the hair and drags the blade across her throat, slashing it open.

“God damn it." He mutters quietly.

Wiping his blade clean on her fur, he walks toward the room that the queen had entered. He sees her standing in the room, bending over a table with her back to him. He holds up the blade and considers throwing it, but he can't shake the urge to taunt her.

“I warned you…" He speaks clearly.

She spins around, gasping. Cy waves with his knife before her and slips it back into its sheath.

“One of us is in big trouble…" He says, crossing his arms.

“Where shaman?" She inquires, genuinely concerned.

“Ask the dead woman in there." He motions with his head.

“Well… Strong human." She slowly approaches him.

“You should beg now." Cy quips.

“You strong male. You need strong female…"

She grins as she steps up to him. Her plump breasts bump into his chest as she directs him, backing Cy against the wall. She narrows her eyes and nuzzles his face with her snout.

“You want mate?" She asks. “I stronger. More skill. I want know what human mate like..."

Making her move, she presses her large breasts against his chest and rests a hand on his shoulder. She nuzzles his neck and growls lustfully.

“I free, as life meant. All life; mate, feed, kill… Mate."

She kisses his cheek as her free hand moves down his chest and towards his groin. Pulling her hand away from the human, she removes her loin cloth, letting it drop to the ground. Cy gazes into her fiery eyes. As soon as both of her hands are back in front of her body, he wraps an arm around her back, pulling her closer. She gasps, but as he kisses her neck it soon turns into a lustful moan. Leaning closer to Cy's face, she kisses his lips as he slowly draws his knife. She presses her snout against his face and licks him, finding herself genuinely aroused by the human. Perhaps she will keep him as her private sex slave after all?

“Here or bed?" She asks, before kissing his cheek again.

“Here…" He replies softly.

He promptly stabs her in the back, rupturing a kidney and causing instantaneous shock and temporary paralysis. He quickly spins her around, sliding an arm around her chest and tucking it beneath her ample breasts. With his other hand, he slashes her throat as arterial spray jets across the room and spatters on the walls. As she quickly dies from blood loss, he lays her down. She closes her eyes as she dies, Cy kneeling beside her corpse.

“You underestimated me." He speaks softly to her corpse. “Cheap seduction doesn't work on me. I came here for Zakera, and only Zakera."

He lifts up her arm, wiping her blood from his knife and onto her fur. He hears a noise and turns to see Katero watching him, looking both shocked and impressed.

“How long were you there?" Cy asks.

“Since just after you walked in." Katero smiles.

“Taking notes?" Cy chuckles.

Katero steps closer and looks down at the dead Ketlan female. Cy returns his knife to its sheath and places his hands on the sides of the woman's face, using his thumbs to gently open her eyes. He turns her head to face him.

“What are you doing?" Katero asks.

“There is an old human belief that the last image a person sees when they die is burned into their eyes; they can remember it in the afterlife… I don't want her to forget who killed her."

“I see."

“Did you find out where they took Zakera?" Cy asks.

“A very polite female told me that she was in the wooden hut before she slit her own throat with my knife." Katero grins.

“What a lady's man." Cy pats him on the shoulder.

They return to the main hall and collect Katero's men. Leaving the temple, they head for the pointed wooden structure which conceals Zakera's prison. Cy grows impatient and draws his Bersa Thunder 9 Pro pistol. Recognizing his gun, Katero and his men rush ahead and quickly secure the entrance. The only guard outside is swiftly killed by the warriors, their body pushed coldly down the steps. Zakera stands, gripping the wooden bars of her cell as the female guards within jump to their feet at the sight of the corpse rolling down the stairs. Cy enters first, racing inside as fast as he can. A guard holds up her spear at the base of the stairs, but Cy pulls the trigger and fires two rounds into her chest.

Zakera covers her ears, as does the other guard, dropping her weapon. She winces in pain from the noise of the firearm, opening her eyes to see that she is staring down the barrel of a nine-millimeter. A quick flash precedes her execution. He smiles at Zakera as he examines the exceptionally complicated knots. Unwilling to struggle with them, he simply opts to cut them with his knife. She stands before the bars, gazing at him with longing as he saws through the ropes. Cutting the last of the ropes, he releases Zakera from the cage, pulling open the door. She runs out of the cell, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she rests her short snout atop his shoulder.

He wraps his arms around her in turn, resting his face at the top of her head, his nose in her hair. With her eyes closed tightly she begins to cry, unable to hold back her emotions.

“You are alive and came for me…" Her voice shakes as she cries.

“Of course I did!" He exclaims. “I… I love you Zakera! I would rather be dead than live without you!"

“I love you too, Cy. You are never going to lose me." She coos.

They share a passionate kiss and continue their embrace. Zakera suddenly giggles in between her joyous tears.

“What?" He asks.

“You said it first. I wanted to say it first." She answers.

“We should leave now." Katero interrupts the lovers.

The couple reluctantly follow the Kelanethaka warriors up the stairs. Cy draws his pistol and takes a spare magazine in his off-hand, ready for anything. Unsurprisingly, a group of Ketlan warriors wait for them, surrounding the prison. They hold spears and bark orders at them in Ketlanic. Cy does not hesitate, opening fire and scaring all but Zakera. He doesn't shoot into the air, but into the crowd of cultists, killing several in a matter of seconds. As they scatter, Katero and his warriors stand behind the human. He empties his weapon, performing a tactical reload with his spare magazine and quickly readying it. His zeal to destroy the cultists terrifies Katero and his men; With all that he had told her of his past, Zakera knew what to expect.

With six dead warriors and several injured strewn about the ground, the cultists flee into the jungle in the opposite direction from where the heroes had come from. Cy coldly executes the wounded Ketlan, claiming nine lives before he is through. He reloads his sidearm with his last spare mag, saving both empty mags and holstering his pistol. He returns to Zakera, who is equally uncaring for the cultists who would have eagerly sacrificed her. Draping an arm around her, he gives her a kiss before leading her away from the carnage, Katero and his men standing in awe.

“Cy is lo'kan!" One warrior exclaims.

Several others agree, as does Katero. Cy and Zakera turn back, looking over to their comrades.

“Zero heart?" Cy raises an eyebrow.

“It is a warrior who cares little for the feelings of their opponents, killing mercilessly. They are the most feared among the Ketlan warriors; Hitoren was one." Katero explains.

“You killed so many!" Another warrior says in awe.

“I used a gun because I had little choice; they greatly outnumbered us. If I could have done that with a sword, I would have." Cy remarks.

“What is a 'sword'?" Katero asks.

They hike through the jungle as night falls. Zakera leads Cy by the hand, as he cannot see as well in the dark. Realizing early that they are much closer to the cove where the Malevolence is moored than they are the fortress, Katero opts to follow the coastline toward the human's ship. They make it to the cove in just over an hour, and without incident. They extend the gangplank onto the main deck, before quickly pulling it on board with them. They hear the sounds of predators in the nearby jungle, thankful that they have arrived in time. They enter the superstructure and lock themselves in. The group of seven head down to the quarters, led by Cy and Zakera.

“You can take any of these rooms."

“Thank you, Cy." Katero says, respectfully bowing his head.

Cy and Zakera disappear into a room, quickly shutting and locking the door behind them. Cy takes off his gear belt, setting it atop the desk within as Zakera sits on the edge of the bed. She looks over to him, a wide smile on her face. He steps up to her and rests his hands on her shoulders, leaning over and giving her a passionate kiss. She reaches up, resting her hands on his upper arms and stroking him gently.

“All I have wanted since I was a youngling was something greater; an adventure or path that was more than the average Ketlan." Zakera begins, her eyes closed as she nuzzles his face with her snout. “I nearly died on the beach looking for it, and it found me just in time. You gave me everything I was looking for, and more. I have never been desired by a male for more than only my body, and no one has ever done for me all of the things that you have done. You protect me, teach me, travel with me, and give me true love and compassion. I love you deeply for it, more than I ever thought was possible."

“Wow. There isn't much more I can say that will beat that." He says, sitting down on the bed beside her.

“Say what is in your heart." She urges.

“Alright." He takes a deep breath. “When I am with you, my heart races and I struggle to breath. I can't even think straight; every thought always comes back to you. You make me forget all of the horrible things I have done. You give me something to fight for. I can't live without you, and even if I could, I don't want too. I would die for you, and I would die without you."

Zakera lunges for him, pressing herself against his chest and resting her chin on his shoulder. Cy wraps his arms around her, gripping her tightly. He strokes her back softly and nuzzles her face with his nose, kissing her cheek tenderly.

“I am sorry I did not tell you sooner. I am sorry for so many things." She whimpers.

“So am I. No more regrets, Zakera."

Holding her tightly in his arms, he kisses her cheek as she nuzzles his shoulder. They move ever closer to each other's lips, their hearts racing as the tension grows to palpable levels. Pulling back, he gazes into her vibrant cyan eyes as she stares back. He feels as though she peers right through his icy blue eyes and into his burning heart. Leaning forward, he kisses his lover's soft lips, a hand stroking her cheek as he presses against her. Leaning back, she grabs hold of his bloody shirt and pulls him down atop her. They can wait no longer, the passion spilling over as their tongues entwine, fighting for control of the other's mouth. Her white claws scratch at his clothes as he rests on his forearms and kneels above her.

Moving away from her lips, he kisses across her face and down her neck. His hands caress the pink and cyan tiger striped fur of her sides before running over her white clad belly. Her soft, smooth coat bristles at his touch, her body trembling beneath him. She seems to purr as he feels one of her breasts through her animal hide top, gently squeezing his fingers. The blood rushes to his members as she slips her hands underneath his shirt. As she feels his warm flesh beneath, she can hardly contain her excitement and tugs at his clothes. Pushing himself up, Cy kneels between her legs and pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

He can't help but chuckle as Zakera becomes hypnotized by his toned, athletic form. As close as they had come to this moment, neither had seen the other without their clothes before. He climbs from the bed, slipping off his shoes before unzipping his black jeans. She holds out a hand to him, coiling her clawed fingers as her long, slender tail sways. She appears to beckon him back to her, and he has every intention of obeying. Slipping his pants and underwear off simultaneously, he steps out of the leg holes, his full form visible to her for the first time. She glances down, her eyes wide and her jaw hanging open slightly at the impressive sight of his erect member.

“I have known what a male looks like, but…" Zakera begins, staring down at him. “Well… You have far more than I was expecting."

“My eyes are up here." Cy jests.

“Seeing you like this… It almost does not seem real." She says.

He gently rests a hand on the soft white fur of her chin, turning her head up to face him. Her eyes race up his body, locking onto his.

“It is real." He says softly.

Leaning in for a kiss, she grabs his forearms, pulling him onto her. She lies back as he kneels between her legs, still fully clothed in her animal hide skirt and top. Zakera begins lifting her skirt to reveal her loins to her mate, but he stops her. She looks up to him as he shakes his head.

“I want to see all of you." He says.

Nodding, she sits up as Cy takes charge, leaning forward and untying the cordage that holds her top closed behind her neck and at the middle of her back. He pulls one set of cordage away, all the while she stares at his erect member before her face. Unable to resist, she reaches out a hand and takes hold of it. He never stops moving, though his lips curl up at her gentle touch. She strokes him carefully, amazed by his length and girth. She is unable to touch her index finger and thumb together when holding the midsection of his shaft. As he pulls her top away, exposing her breasts to him, she uses both hands to examine his length. Kneeling upright before her, she covers his shaft with the width of both hands, but the tip and a portion of his shaft remain visible.

She suddenly wonders what he smells and tastes like. Caught up in the moment, she leans forward and curiously sniffs his phallus before giving it a little lick. Her tongue is soft, warm and moist as it caresses the tip. Her eyes light up as though she has just tasted her favorite food. The jaw of her short and broad feline snout hangs open as she inserts him into her mouth. He groans as her head moves back and forth, only able to take him just past the head. She looks at the rest of him, still needing a hand and a half to cover the length of his shaft. Her head bobs gently as she tastes something new; Cy's pre-cum leaks into her mouth.

Cy suddenly reaches down, placing both hands on her breasts as he massages them, his fingers gently pinching and rubbing her nipples. She groans and takes her mouth off his member, saliva running like a bridge between her lips and his penis. She strokes him with both hands as her nether lips grow moist, drooling in anticipation as she returns him to her mouth. Cy can smell her arousal, even with his weak, human nose. He slips a hand down and rests it on the white fur of her inner thigh, sliding it upward and underneath her skirt. Her closed eyes tighten as she moans, her sounds muffled by his girth as he very carefully massages her clitoris with his fingertips.

Releasing his member, her hands reach behind her back and frantically claws at the cordage holding her skirt closed. Throwing the cordage aside, she grabs hold of her skirt and gently lifts her buttocks from the bed. Cy moves back as Zakera becomes comfortable, lying flat on her back. Her hands wave through the air as though she were pulling invisible strings. He takes a minute to glance over the beautiful form before him. Her white fur runs from her lower jaw, down her neck, over her perky B-cup breasts and down her toned belly, the fur covering her loins and her inner thighs. Her pink flesh gleams with her juices, ready and willing to accept him for the first time. The pink fur on her body, lined with thin cyan stripes, shines in the artificial light.

He lies over her, the tip of his human nose hovering over her feline nose as he gazes into her eyes. She looks at him with an expression of great longing, eager to experience a man for the first time in her life. The fact that it is Cy, the only male to prove his love for her, makes this moment much more meaningful. She grips his shoulders, her claws pressing into his soft skin as he leans in for another kiss. The passion they share makes her body scream for him. She can hardly stand it. Lifting her pelvis, she feels the heavy shaft of his organ brushing her, hoping to tease him into finally taking her. Her paw-like feet firmly planted on the bed, Cy finally makes his move.

Resting his hands on her firm buttocks, he holds her in the air as he backs up. With one hand holding her up, the other grips his impressive member. He rubs the engorged tip against her loins as she writhes from the sensation. She gasps as she feels him pushing his way into her body. Her nether lips begin to stretch, painfully at first. Feeling the barrier within her, he gives a gentle thrust, the head of his penis breaking her hymen. She cries out, her claws gripping tightly to his shoulders as she surrenders her purity to the human. He carefully lowers her down onto the bed as he lies over her. She gazes up at him longingly and nuzzles his cheek with her nose.

She knew there would be pain, but she could never truly imagine what it would feel like. He nuzzles her back and gives her a loving kiss. He knows that he has hurt her, but it was necessary if they are to become one. Raking his flesh with her claws, she groans as he slowly drives his member even deeper within her. The blood seeps from her loins as he gently works himself deeper within his lover. He eases in slowly and then retracts before pushing in even deeper. To her surprise, the pain melds with a new sensation of pleasure, quickly drowning in this sensation until it is all that she can feel. The change in her demeanor is evident as she grows more comfortable with him, though she still struggles to accept his big phallus.

She necks him as she gasps for breath, her body trembling with his every stroke. Cy grunts as he begins to work her the way that he wants, driving long, swift strokes in and out of her trembling flesh. Her loins overflow with her lubricating juices, her body burning hotter than a furnace. He grunts and groans as he rocks his hips, pumping his flesh into her with great force. The sensation is incredible, and unlike anything that he has ever felt before. She is as tight as a vice on his member, her heat feeling as though she might sear his flesh and brand him as hers. The wet sound of their lovemaking seems to embarrass her, so Cy tries to take her mind off of it, complimenting both the noise and her body.

Her inexperience is adorable to the human as he lies over the humanoid feline. He pushes deeper and deeper until Zakera finally takes the entirety of his member. His large, full testicles press against the soft fur of her buttocks and rest over the base of her tail, the cyan tip of which flicks gleefully as the girl embraces her lover. Cy continues to rock his hips with his organ buried within her, the flesh of his pelvis rubbing against her clitoris. The sensation of being filled by such a large penis, as well as the stimulation of his flesh against her clitoris causes wave after massive wave of pleasure to wash over her. Cy knows what he is doing, and he is only just getting started.

“Oh, Cy! Yes, Cy!" She cries out.

She claws at his back, raw scratches trailing behind her fingertips. Within moments Zakera has her first orgasm, her body spasming as she grips him. Crying out, she shivers as a white creamy ooze runs over his member, which never stops moving. He returns to making long and drawn out strokes, noting how much tighter her already small hole has become. She can't believe how incredible this feels. If she had known this ahead of time, she would have made love to Cy the very day they met, after he first saved her from the Kaladez on the beach. He drives himself within her and holds firmly in place, though he does not cum. Looking up to Cy, she leans in and kisses him passionately.

“I want to try something else now." He whispers into her ear.

“A-alright." She weakly nods.

Zakera looks down, her hands gripping her own breasts as she watches him withdraw himself from her body. The moist sound makes her flush, and yet arouses her on at the same time. Unsure of what Cy wants, she waits for his direction. He rests his hands on her slender frame, rolling her over. He brings her to her hands and knees, instructing her to use the pillow beneath her belly when she can no longer hold herself up. She follows his instructions to the letter as she waits for him to continue; the anticipation makes her even more excited for him. Feeling his hands resting on her outer thighs, her tail instinctively moves to the side, as though presenting her loins to him; her humanoid anatomy means that they are already plainly visible in this position.

She feels herself flush as he chuckles, pressing the head of his member against her nether lips. She grunts as he pushes himself back into her body, her fingers coiling as her claws dig into the bedsheet. Cy grunts as well, though it soon turns into a pleasurable groan as he feels her flesh swallowing the entirety of his package. He drives himself into her until his scrotum presses firmly against her clitoris. Zakera can't believe how full she is. She moans loudly as he grips her hips and pumps in and out, his sack smacking into her flesh as he moves. Soon, he leans forward and rests his chest against her back, her fur now matting with both her sweat and his.

Cy grabs hold of her breasts and gives them a gentle squeeze. Pulling back, he straightens her body so that she is standing on her knees. He kneels behind her with his member buried completely within her. She looks down, her shoulder length pink hair framing her face as she sees Cy's scrotum between her legs, his fat penis stuffed into her until not a single portion of it is visible. Impulsively reaching down, she gently grabs his balls, feeling them in her hand as he massages her breasts and licks her neck. Everything he does to her makes her feel intense pleasure, even when he doesn't seem to be trying. It only reinforces her feelings that she was meant for Cy, and him for her.

She falls forward onto her hands as he lets go, stretching out her extremities as he lies over her back. As Cy said, leaving the pillow beneath her belly makes this position quite comfortable. He kisses her cheek before leaning into her ear.

“I love you, Zakera." He whispers.

“Show me." She coos.

He rocks his hips, pumping in and out of her with long and powerful strokes. Instead of picking up speed, however, he moves very slowly and methodically. It drives Zakera crazy and soon she feels another climax on the horizon. She bites her bottom lip as she grunts and groans, her hair swaying back and forth as he slowly but firmly pounds his flesh into hers. Her tail, which is bent over to one side, whips around his back, hooking his abdomen as though to lock him in place. She can barely stand it as she balls her fists, gripping the bedsheet and drooling as she climaxes for a second time.

“Aaagh!" She squeals.

“You like that?" He asks.

“Oh yes! I love it Cy!" She cries out.

Finally ready to finish her off, Cy pulls back from her. He lifts her up with an arm and slides the pillow back to head level before lying her back down and rolling her over. Climbing between her legs, they share several passionate kisses, their tongues wrestling with one another as he drives himself back into her. She moans into their kiss as he inserts himself, her hands gripping his sides tightly. He ravages her body like a beast, his hands exploring every inch of her as he takes what is rightfully his. He grips her firm buttocks tightly as he drives his member into her with swift, hard strokes. Every motion moves a third of his organ before burying the entirety within her.

“You feel so good." He groans.

“I love you, Cy!" She calls out.

“I love you too. I'm going to fill you up!" He grunts.

“Give me it! Give me every drop of your seed!" She begs.

“You're mine forever." He says sweetly.

“Prove it! Fill me with your seed; give me a baby." She coos.

His fingers squeeze her tight butt as he pumps harder and faster, quickly building to his own climax. Zakera is amazed that she too is feeling another peak approaching. Her legs feel weak as she struggles to wrap them around his waist, while her fingers lose their strength and her arms grow weary. Lying over her, she is barely able to hold on as he brings her to the edge for a third and final time. As her body clamps down on him, Cy is unable to hold back any longer. He put up a strong fight, but she finally defeats him as he begins to tremble. Burying his member within her, his balls press firmly against her ass. They climax together, Cy nearly roaring as he unloads into her hungry body.

“Oh fuck!" He exclaims.

“Yes!" She squeals.

She writhes in pleasure as she feels wave after wave of his seed entering her body. Jet after powerful jet flows from his considerable member. He presses in harder, even though their pelvic bones are already nearly fused together. She tilts her body to match his movement, his member pointing at a slightly downward angle as her nether lips face upward. His fertile semen flows into her, already close to their target from his sheer length. Cy trembles as he rests his head alongside hers. Zakera strokes his back and nuzzles his neck. She can't help but find him adorable as he shivers in pleasure, as though a cold wind had blown over his naked body.

His cum flows into her tubes, the cells racing for her eggs. He straightens outs and he lies over her. She has never felt so warm or fulfilled, giggling as she wonders if that is his sperm causing the sensation. Cy slowly pulls his large phallus from her tight loins, both of them glancing down to watch the show. Zakera trembles from the pleasurable feeling, her eyes wide in shock as she wonders how she fit something of that size into her body. Her nether lips are spread apart, but not overly so, quickly recovering from the incredible encounter. Neither of them witness a single drop of his immense volume escaping from her body. Sighing, he lies down beside her, quickly wrapping his arms around her damp and matted fur.

“I am sweaty and gross." She complains self-consciously.

“I don't care." He says with a smile.

“It does not bother you?" She asks sheepishly.

“Why would it?" He kisses her cheek. “I love you; you're my mate. I enjoy every damp inch of you."

“Cy." She giggles, stroking his forearm with her claws.

“I mean it Zakera. I want to pledge my love to you."

Her heart skips a beat; she can't believe what she is hearing. Though she had hoped for it, Zakera could never imagine Cy actually pledging to her, becoming her mate for life. She gulps nervously.

“Yes, Cy. I will accept your pledge and become your mate." She answers.

He holds her tightly, nuzzling her face. He burns for this female, and he can hardly wait to make it known to all that she is his and vice versa.

“Do you think that you can make me pregnant?" She suddenly asks. “You are a human, and I am a Ketlan."

“I don't know, but I hope so." He coos, kissing her cheek.

Touched by his passion and sincerity she turns in his arms, embracing and kissing her lover.

“As do I."

Unbeknownst to them, the army of Cy's sperm cells reach Zakera's fertile egg. Her body attacks the cells, fighting valiantly to prevent them from succeeding in impregnating her. Forming a line, they struggle against the sperm, the strongest of which breaks through. It races for the egg, penetrating the surface and burrowing through the outer layers, finding its mark in the nucleus. Immediately, a hybrid embryo begins to form. It is only a matter of time before they realize what they have achieved this night; a new species will soon walk the surface of Monala…