A Change of Pace
Kayla's week passed quickly, her days at work went by in a blur. Her sole focus on getting home and spending time with Xeratool. Their relationship was growing beyond being purely about sex and Kayla was happy to have someone around who seemed to really care about her.
Xeratool was spending his days in the city, leaving Kayla's apartment with her and always waiting in front of her building when she returned in the evening. Whenever she asked he only ever said that he was exploring; Thursday was no exception. As Kayla trudged to the door, Xeratool put an arm around her. "Long day?"
"I don't know what I was thinking getting a job that requires dealing with people," Kayla complained as the rode the elevator up.
"If you hate your job, why do you keep it?" Xeratool asked.
"It pays the bills," Kayla answered in a resigned sigh.
"It's not the only way."
"Yeah, but I'm not willing to do the things that pay better in this city," Kayla said, crossing her arms.
"That's not what I meant; there are always opportunities to make money," Xeratool continued as they entered her apartment.
"I'm sure there are, but how does that help me? What are you suggesting?" Kayla asked.
"I've seen this city and I only have one more person to meet with tomorrow, then the only thing keeping me here is you. I'm trying to ask you to come with me when I leave, what do you really have holding you here?" Xeratool asked, staring into her eyes.
"I...uh...I, what?" Kayla babbled, unable to believe what she had heard.
"What is keeping you in this city?" Xeratool asked again.
"I guess, there isn't really anything, I just don't know where to go," Kayla eventually answered.
"Then come with me and see the world," Xeratool said.
"Are you sure? This seems crazy."
"You don't have to decide now, just keep it in the back of your mind."
"I'll think about it," Kayla said, already mostly decided. "No matter what, this week at work has sucked; let's go to Vortex tomorrow night."
"Sounds like a plan, this meeting tomorrow will probably leave a bad taste in my mouth," Xeratool said absentmindedly.
"You'll have to tell me all about it," Kayla said and pushed him back onto the couch before climbing onto his lap. She started to pull his shirt off of him as a thought struck her. "You've worn the same clothes since you got here, how did you come from Africa without any luggage?"
"I was forced to abandon most of my luggage. I was coming here on a boat, but after a disagreement with some of the other passengers I was forced to leave and fly the rest of the way here," Xeratool answered.
"So you don't have anything else?" Kayla asked. Xeratool shook his head and she climbed off of him. "Then we have to go and find you something to wear for tomorrow, you can't go to Vortex dressed like that." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back out the door, on a mission now.
The rest of the day was spent going from one store to another looking for what Kayla called "the perfect outfit." The choices were limited due to his wings but by the end of the night they had found something Kayla deemed acceptable.
The next day Kayla could not wait to get out of work, having made up her mind early about going with Xeratool. She wanted to wait until they were out for the night to tell him, so they could celebrate it correctly. After work she practically ran all the way home, but Xeratool was not waiting out front for her. She looked around but there was no sign he was nearby. She sighed and looked up, to her surprise she saw a large green shape circling above the building. She waved upward; the shape turned toward her and went into a dive. Just before hitting the ground Xeratool pulled out of his dive and landed on the sidewalk next to Kayla, breathing heavily.
"What happened to you?" Kayla asked as soon as he had landed. One of his eyes looked swollen and there was a trace of blood on his lower lip.
"The meeting went worse than I hoped," Xeratool growled. "It doesn't matter; how was your day?" he asked, his voice softening.
"Nothing interesting, come inside, let me make sure you're okay," Kayla said, motioning for the door.
"Really, it's nothing, just a little bruising," Xeratool protested but followed her in.
After he reassured her that nothing was wrong the two of them began preparing for their night out. Kayla dressed quickly in a top that fit tightly against her breasts but more loosely around her waist and a skirt that went halfway down her thigh. She debating not wearing panties but decided she did not want everyone she was near to smell her arousal as she anticipated dancing with Xeratool.
Xeratool dressed himself in the clothes Kayla had chosen the previous day; a black shirt with a silver diamond pattern around the collar that tied in back to accommodate his wings, and a pair of plain black pants.
Once the two of them were dressed they left the apartment and walked to Vortex. As they entered the club, Gus stopped them. "Hey Kayla, be careful tonight, the crowd's a little jumpy at the moment, I just had to drag a guy out a few minutes ago. He wouldn't stop yelling about how the fire last week must not have worked, he's just lucky I got to him before anyone else, I only made him leave."
"What an asshole," Kayla said under her breath as she put her wallet back into her purse.
The two of them entered the club, unsure of what to expect. It seemed the incident Gus mentioned had shaken a lot of people. The dance floor was relatively empty but the bar was packed. Beth was working like mad trying to make drinks as fast as the orders were coming. Not wanting to compete with everyone else, they walked immediately to the dance floor. The two of them had very different styles of dancing, Kayla let the music overtake her and moved wildly, while Xeratool seemed more controlled and precise, his large wings staying tightly folded against his back.
The pair started out just dancing together, but as the night wore on their actions became more sexual. Kayla would commonly move close to Xeratool and grind her ass against his crotch and several times she felt his tail slide up the inside of her leg. As the latest song wound to a close Kayla threw her arms around Xeratool's neck, pulling him close, her breasts pressing against his chest and her crotch grinding into his. "I've made up my mind. I want to go with you, where ever you go."
Xeratool did not say anything. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand in between her shoulder blades and the other on her ass, and pulled her into a deep kiss. Kayla moaned slightly at the intensity of it and gasped for breath once he released her. "That's wonderful," he finally said. "How would you like to celebrate?"
"I have a few ideas," Kayla said with a devilish smile, grinding harder against him. She leaned in closer before continuing. "Take me, here, now. Find a dark corner and make me yours."
"That, is an excellent idea," Xeratool said back to her. "Give me a moment to make one preparation first."
Kayla nodded and Xeratool walked toward the bar. Kayla saw him talking to Beth briefly and handing her some money before walking away. He then walked over to the DJ and spoke to him for a few seconds. When he returned he took Kayla by the hand and led her off the dance floor. Just as they were leaving, Kayla heard the DJ interrupt the music to announce that anyone who could guess the next song would win a free drink, the music then returned louder than before. Kayla was guided to the small hallway in the back that led to the bathrooms and the emergency exit. Xeratool stopped and motioned for her to continue and started following behind her.
They reached the end of the hallway and Kayla was about to ask a question when she felt Xeratool's hand on her back. He pushed her forward and held her against the wall. He reached around her and placed his free hand over her mouth. "You are to stay silent, just because the music is playing doesn't mean you can make noise," he whispered into her ear. She nodded slightly in understanding. Without removing his hand from her mouth Xeratool began to slide the hand on her back slowly down. He reached under her skirt and tugged on her panties. He held the sides with his thumb and middle finger, once the fabric was pulled away from her, he touched the claw on his index finger against it, pulling slightly he cut a hole down the middle. Once he was done he released the fabric and it snapped back into place, the hole still leaving her vagina exposed.
After he was done he adjusted his pants, freeing his already erect penis. He then placed his hand on her lower back and moved closer, so the tip of his penis brushed gently against her. "Do you want this?" he asked in the commanding tone she had come to love. Her mouth still covered, Kayla whimpered and nodded. At the same time looking back at him, pleading with her eyes. She tried to push her hips back, to get his tip inside her, but Xeratool used the hand on her back to keep her pinned against the wall. "Will you stay quiet?" he asked next. Kayla started to nod but gasped as Xeratool stepped forward and buried his penis inside her. "No matter what?" Kayla nodded more forcefully and pushed her hips against him, at the same time nipping gently at his fingers.
Xeratool removed his hand from her mouth and placed it on her shoulder. He pressed his claws into her as he began to slowly slide out of her. He never pulled back enough to come out of her and always driving forcefully back in. As he continued, Kayla had to bite her lip to keep quiet, her pleasure building with every thrust. Xeratool leaned his head closer to her and growled into her ear, spreading his wings and blocking the meager amount of light that made it into their corner. He then wrapped his mouth around her neck and shoulder, his teeth brushing against her skin.
Kayla was getting close to an orgasm and began to push back against him more forcefully, her breathing becoming shallow and fast. Just before her orgasm overtook her, Xeratool suddenly stopped thrusting, removed his mouth from her neck, and held her perfectly still. She tried to look back at him and ask why, when she heard a voice she did not recognize. "Are you okay back there?"
"Yes, just needed to take a minute to myself," Xeratool said, in the closest thing he could manage to a normal tone.
"Alright, but don't take too long, they're still giving away free drinks," the voice said. Kayla stood in silence, wondering who the voice belonged to and when they would go away.
She got her answer when Xeratool slammed back into her, causing her to slide up the wall slightly. He seemed to be trying to make up for lost time as he pushed back into her harder and harder. He removed his hand from her back and slid it up the front of her shirt, cupping one of her breasts and rubbing her nipple with one finger.
Despite her best efforts Kayla was beginning to lose control and started to moan. Being brought so close to an orgasm and denied was making everything she was feeling more intense. To keep her quiet, Xeratool removed his hand from her shoulder and placed it back over her mouth. Caught up in her passion, Kayla twisted her head so his hand was no longer covering her mouth and bit down on it. She felt his scales slide against her teeth, but they never gave in.
In response, Xeratool bit down on her shoulder again, harder this time but still not enough to break skin. He then pushed forward again so she was pushed up the wall, suspended in the air, held in place between his crotch and the wall.
Kayla ground her teeth harder against his scales to try and keep herself quiet, but it was no use. She moaned loudly as her orgasm overtook her. She bucked her hips the best she could and her muscles clamped down around his penis, never wanting to let go.
Instead of stopping and waiting for her orgasm to subside, Xeratool continued to fuck her, pushing and pulling harder to fight against her muscle spasms. He pulled his hand out of her mouth and covered it again just in time to stifle a scream from her; a second orgasm rattling through her before the first had subsided. Even this did not slow him down; he only let him self go as her third orgasm started. He growled loudly and pressed her tightly against the wall, burying his penis as deeply into her as he could get. With every surge of cum that left his body he bit down just a little harder, making sure she could not escape.
When both of their orgasms finally subsided he stepped back slowly, letting her feet touch the floor before finally sliding out of her. As soon as he released her, Kayla's knees gave out. She slid farther down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. "That was fantastic," she eventually gasped. "Can you help me up?" she asked and held out a hand.
Xeratool took her hand and helped her to her feet again, this time making sure she was stable before letting go. "We should probably leave; if we stay someone will notice something."
"Alright, but I want to stop at the bar first, I have to say goodbye to Beth." Kayla said and slowly started walking back to the main room of the club.
When they reached the bar they found it mostly empty again, Beth was watching them as they approached. "Holy shit, you really did it didn't you?" she asked as soon as they were close.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kayla said, trying her best to sound innocent.
"Bullshit, I can smell you from here. Do I need to hose something down after we close tonight?" Beth asked, planting her hands on the bar and leaning forward.
"I'm sorry; we got a little carried away. We just had to celebrate; I've decided to go with Xeratool when he leaves this time," Kayla protested.
Beth's expression immediately changed from one of frustration to excitement. "That's awesome, where are you two going?"
"I don't know yet, did you have somewhere in mind?" Kayla turned to Xeratool as she spoke.
"I have been hearing some interesting things about Mexico, if you don't mind I was planning on starting there," he answered.
"So when will you guys be flying out?" Beth asked.
"I prefer traveling by boat actually, I will have to see when one is available," Xeratool answered.
"As interesting as this is, it means you guys aren't leaving tomorrow or anything, so we can talk about this later. You are stinking up my bar right now and I've got the wrong crowd to profit off from it, so get home, both of you," Beth said and shooed them both toward the door.
"How many boats leave for Mexico from here?" Kayla asked as they walked back to her apartment.
"I don't know of any that go directly, but there are cruise ships that leave from here and stop in Mexico, we could always get there that way," Xeratool answered.
"Hmm, stuck on a boat with you for days with nothing to do to pass the time, I think we need to celebrate some more," Kayla said as the two of them walked into her apartment building.