True to Yourself Ch.4
#4 of True to Yourself
And now ladies and gentlemen. The chapter that took alot of research and time to write. This is by far the steamiest and most erotic chapter I have ever written. enjoy the thrilling conclusion(Not really) of True to Yourself.
True to Yourself Ch.4
Three weeks had passed and Ketheren and I had almost gotten our parts down to the bare essentials, we ran lines randomly in public to stay sharp. The performance was only two days away, but we kept avoiding that final scene. I met her at the coffee shop under her apartment and pulled a seat, smiling as I noticed her new outfit for the day. She wore white loose-fitting white pants, and a black tight t-shirt with a plunge that showed off a taste of her cleavage. Her eyes focused on mine as she sipped her coffee, and she smiled as she noticed my eyes wandering across her figure. "Eyes up here Romeo." She joked. Sergals were not as paranoid with their breasts as humans, which came as an immediate relief to me when Zarak explained it. He was my play by play on Sergals, and had helped me immensely the last couple of weeks with Ketheren. "So what's up?' I asked casually. "I think we need to practice that last scene tonight." I almost spit coffee all over the table when she said it. It was a subject I had blatantly avoided, for fear of the act itself. From what Zarak told me, Sergals only bit when they truly loved a mate, and meant to mark the love, or when they experienced great sexual passion. "Um, yeah, yeah that would probably be good. Practicing the act, not the biting and the you know... stuff." I stuttered. She looked down at her coffee and her eyes darted around. She took a deep breath and placed a hand on mine, sending chills down my spine. "I'm nervous. I've never actually bitten someone before, and father wants it convincing and I don't know if I can." she said quietly, admitting her secret shame. "Hey. Its alright. We can do this. If actors can fornicate on the big screen, then we can sure as hell make a bite seem convincing." She smiled and took her hand off mine, letting her green orb eyes meet mine. "You think so?" I nodded my head. "Then meet me up at my apartment in an hour, I'll clean off the couch so we can use it as the altar Romeo dies on." "Okay, I'll be there." I said with a grin. She stood up and walked out of the shop, leaving me to stare at my coffee. Romeo dies on...
~At Thren's Apartment~
"She wants to what!?" Zarak yelled. "She wants to practice the biting scene. I don't know what to do Zarak." He paused and paced the room, looking down at the floor and then back to me. In three weeks I had built a positive friendship with Ketheren, and tonight would be the moment for a relationship to start, or a start to a very painful death. "Okay, lets just go over the basics." Zarak stated, sitting on the couch as he did. "She said its her first time biting. So that means her anti-coagulant will start up as soon as your blood enters her mouth... hopefully. So aside from the explosive pain you should be fine. As long as her instincts don't go into overdrive and you die by snu snu, you should be fine." "Snu snu?" I asked "Death by sex." Funny word, grim meaning. "So what should I do Zarak? I'm scared and excited at the same time!" He laughed at that, and placed an arm around me while looking at his other arm. "Thren, I have been with human females, Sergal Females, and both at the same time. I gotta tell you that since this is your first time, make sure it counts. If you care about Ketheren, then you have to tell her. A wise man once said, you don't know what will happen unless you try." I sighed and placed my head into my hands. "Yeah... I know"
~At Ketherens Apartment.~
I entered Ketherens apartment for the ninth time since we had studied lines together, and saw she had cleaned off the couch, laying a white sheet on it to symbolize the alter. She approached me wearing a bandana wrapped around her head, a pair of blue jeans and a tank top, sweat spots covering the chest and pits from her cleaning and re-arranging. "Do you want me to change or?" I snapped back to reality and smiled. "No, we're just practicing, no need to get in full costume." She smiled half-heartedly and chuckled. "Yep... just practicing." She led me to the couch and had me lie on my back like I would at the end of the play. We exchanged lines before I lay there with my eyes closed, waiting for her to speak her line. "What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will bite thy neck; Haply some poison yet doth trickle within thy blood, To make die with a restorative." She whispered in a hurt and longing tone, and I felt her presence and breath upon my neck. Her breathing slowed and then quickened, and I felt the first fang touch my neck before she backed away and stopped. I sat up and saw her sitting on the floor looking away from me, a blush settling fiercely in her cheeks. She looked at me again and then held her stomach, her eyes not even daring making contact with mine. "I'm sorry Thren." She whispered as I saw a tear well up in her eye. "no, no, what's wrong Keth?" I cooed using her pet name. She looked at me and shook her head. "I don't want to hurt you." I placed a hand on her arm and realized she didn't possess the same feelings I had for her. "Keth, if you don't want to do this, then I understand." I said trying to hide my defeat. She paused and looked at my hand, then back to me. "I do want to do this, I just don't want to hurt you." Huh? "You...want to do this? The scene or..." She blushed even more as my eyes met hers, and despite the fact that she was tired, worked and almost crying, I saw the same beauty as I did when I first bumped into her. "I... want to bite you. I got close and felt the need to make my mark on you. But I don't want to lose control. I..." She sighed. "You're a human. I'm a Sergal. I didn't want to make our role to be jeopardized." I took her hand and kneeled next to her, grabbing her chin lightly and making eye contact. "I know you're a Segal. I don't care about that... and if you feel the same way I do..." I stopped and came closer to her, our lips just inches apart. "Then we'll take it slowly." I kissed her, our lips meeting for the first time, and a slow, sensual heat built up in me as she turned her head and her smooth, lightly furred lips kissed mine deeper with each breath. She stopped and pulled away, her eyes closed a smile crept across her face. "Please Thren... Be gentle." she said as her eyes opened and a fierce green glow emanated from them. "But lets go someplace more comfortable." She almost dragged me to her room as we sat on the edge of the bed and resumed kissing, her hands crawling up my shirt and trailing the claws down my naked flesh beneath. I went to stick my tongue in her mouth, but hers beat me to it as a long, forked entity slid across my own tongue and lapped at the roof of my mouth. The sensation was mind-numbing, and I fought to keep my hands on her thighs. She broke the kiss as a trail of saliva hung to her long tongue, and she smiled as she placed her hands at the bottom of my shirt and gently pulled it up over my head. I felt very unprotected, but all the fear seeped away as her hands went back, and she gingerly grasped at small areas of my chest and stomach, lightly pinching and scratching. She leaned forward and traced on of my nipples with her tongue, and the course, yet smooth texture caught me off guard. My body seized up as a moan escaped my lips. "Don't be ashamed Thren... We will take it slow." she whispered between kisses. "We'll learn off of each other." "Okay. Can I... take off your shirt.?" I sighed She smiled nervously and allowed me to tug at the bottom of her tank top, and she raised her arms as I pulled it off, her breasts falling as the fabric constraints came away. She had a path of Gray fur going down from her neck to her navel, where my tongue went to first. She leaned back and balanced on her hands, forcing me to bend down almost on my belly to please her. I sat back up and placed my hands on her hips, letting my fingertips dig into her soft flesh and fur. Her breasts were medium sized, perhaps C cups if I wasn't mistaken, and they weren't just gray. Near the edges of either side was a patch of red fur that connected with the rest of the back, forming a leotard appearance of gray fur. I massaged the bottom of her breasts, smiling as she let her head roll back and bursts of ecstatic gasps came from her mouth. I lowered my mouth and experimentally licked her right breast, making circles around the areola. This seemed to please her, and I set upon suckling on her stiff, black nipple. She burst out with a cry of pleasure, and the claws of her left hand dug into the back of my scalp, painfully at first, and then massaging as I slowed my attack. I looked up at her and kissed her again, savoring the sweet taste of her tongue as it covered every inch of the inside of my mouth. My hand went to her belly and rubbed up and down, slowly making the journey to the top of her pants, where a very strong scent was emanating from. "Thren... please touch me down there." she rasped in a husky, sexual manner. I obeyed and slid my hand down into her pants, and retreated as something grabbed at my finger. Ketheren was snapped out of her pleasure as she saw the shocked expression on my face. She looked hurt, but also understanding as she stood in front of me and wiggled out of her pants. At first I thought it might have been a tongue. But as she laid on the bed and spread her legs out, I saw that it was a flap of skin above her vaginal folds that seemed to move on its own. "You've never seen a Segal naked have you?" She asked as I leaned in and held the flap between my thumb and fore-finger. "No. What is this?" She gasped as I inserted a finger into her, and the flap wrapped around my finger, urging it to go in deeper. "it's a clitoral hood. Sergals have a larger one than humans do, I don't know what purpose it... Oh god!" She cried out as I began to lick the outer walls. She gasped as I inserted two fingers and massaged the hood with my free hand, treating it like an extension to her clitoris. She found this to be quite exciting, and immediately fell into a thrusting rhythm against my hand. I continued and tasted a sweet liquid as she screamed and her body went rigid, a torrent of my sweet reward following suit. I lapped up all the juice I could before laying beside her, tracing the contours of her abdomen with my hand as she breathed deeply. "Should we call it a night?' I asked. She suddenly flipped on top of my kneeled above my pants, her claws tearing through my belt as she removed my pants and briefs with one movement. So fast were her movements that I couldn't tell what she was planning until I saw the hood fold around my throbbing cock as she positioned it to stand with one hand, the other holding me down on the bed. "This ought to show you." She moaned as she raised her hips and lowered them, giving me a cross between a blow job and a hand job with her hood, the front of my cock just rubbing against the front of her hot, wet pussy. The heat emanated from where she had orgasmed as the hood continued to massage my now rock hard member, and she smiled widely as I craned my head back and moaned. "Unlike anything you ever had?" she questioned. "I don't know." I grunted. "This is my first time" She suddenly stopped and released her grip on me, and I let out a disappointed whine. "your first... Is with me?" She said as the fire left her eyes and something else took their place. "Yeah. I mean, you're the first person I ever... cared about." I saw tears come down her muzzle as she lowered herself and pressed her chest against mine, her hand wrapping around my dick and positioning it right at the entrance to her vagina. "You're my first too." She whispered as the tears mixed with her lips as she kissed me slowly and deeply. I felt myself enter her as her hand left my cock and wrapped its fingers around mine, our arms outstretched above us. We lay there, gently rubbing against each other as we kissed, never once letting our eyes wander away from each others. Her tongue left my mouth as she proceeded to sit up, her hips lovingly rotating around me as she raised herself up a bit and came back down. My hands went to her breasts as she continued to rise and fall, and a slow, burning sensation radiated from the both of us. She moaned more and more as I continued to thrust as well, my cock suddenly hitting a wall as she gasped in pain. "Do you want to stop?" I asked with a concerned whisper. She glared down at me with a hint of challenge and rose up, and brought herself down hard upon my lap, and I felt the wall split and blood come seeping out. Whatever pain she felt was suddenly filled with the rapture our joining created, for she bucked wildly with her tongue falling out of the side of her muzzle, which was stretched ear to ear with a wild grin. "Ketheren... I cant hold on... much longer." I managed to say between gasps of pleasure. She looked down at me with scared, yet wild eyes as I felt her near hers as well. "Thren, I'm scared." "Don't be Ketheren, I..." I paused and suddenly felt a swelling in my heart of pride and joy. "I love you!" I cried out, releasing my seed into her as she cried out. She paused and breathed heavily, her eyes falling on me as tears came down her face. "Thren... I love you too. And that's why..." She whispered as her eyes suddenly filled with white hot passion. Her jaw unhinged and her fangs seemed to grow as she brought them close to the nape of my shoulder. "That's why I have to do this." came her voice, straining to hold onto her non-primal self. She could only hold back for so long, and I closed my eyes and held the back of her head as I whispered. "Do it... my love" She growled as she brought me up off the bed and sunk her fangs deep into my shoulder. Pain greater than anything I had ever felt in my life scorched my body, and my mind screamed in agony. I cried out as I felt another orgasm rock her body, and I came as well. Her teeth stayed in as I felt the pain recede, and then a weakness that seeped away my strength. And the... Darkness... "Please... Please don't go..." I felt strength return and I opened my eyes, looking around the room slowly as to let my eyes adjust. The sun was long gone and the lamp near the bed was switched on, and I heard a sigh of relief come from the other side of the room as I managed to sit up. I looked over and saw Ketheren in a bathrobe, a jar of ointment in her hand. She sat on the bed and kissed me tentatively, not letting her tongue wander until my hand massaged her throbbing crotch. "This should help. It will prevent scarring of the wound." she said lovingly as she unscrewed the jar. I stopped her and looked in the mirror against the wall, walking closer near the mirror to see the bite mark. It covered my entire shoulder, and I counted at least twenty marks on the front alone. I tenderly traced the small holes and cringed as pain shot numbly across them, and I felt Ketherens tongue glide across the wounds on my back. I turned around and saw she was smiling, but also sad at causing me so much pain. I took her hands in mine and kissed her, staring at her as her eyes went to the marks. "I want to keep these. So that everyone will know that I love you." "And that I love you." she whispered, her hood trailing along my shaft as we hugged tightly. "I think we have a convincing bite ready." I joked. "We'll have to see what my father thinks."