Ch. 7 - Xerophilous
Here I am again! I like Niche. By a lot. He's a cool character whose past we will examine later. As always, do not read this if you are under eighteen. Eventually, we'll get to some awesome plot advancement, but I like hanging back in these random sexual encounters. Speaking of random sexual encounters, anyone who would like to written in for those or as part of the revolutionary movement: I don't have much experience writing other people's characters, but I would like to try it at some point. It just makes life more interesting. Shoot me an e-mail or a shout or a comment, and we'll talk. t3h p05t, 4 j00 lovely people.
It came to be the morning of Niche's arrival with his daughter. I had told Lioen and Silvir, so they were prepared. Silvir had known of Karin's existence for some time, having played with her a few times as a child. He had not seen her or a photo of her in years, though, so I was expecting to be entertained when he did finally see her. Niche would not have raised anything but a ravishing daughter.
I had lunch prepared, or at least easy to prepare for their coming. Lioen and Silvir were miraculously awake and playing video games while Ges observed from a perch on the arm of the sofa. I finished some paperwork for another grant to file, trying to BS my way through a reason I needed money to try to graft wings onto rats. The animal ones, not the anthros. Although, if anyone would ever give me the funding and the volunteers...
The doorbell rang rather insistently and I immediately got up to answer it. Habitually looking out the window to double-check who the visitor was, I was surprised to only see Karin there, and what a beauty she had become. She was a doe like her mother, with smooth features and huge, bright brown eyes. She waved at me cheerfully while I fought the urge to glance down at what I knew would be gorgeous legs. I mean, give me a break, I know she was only a third of my age or whatever. Any guy at any age would check out a doe for her legs, human or anthro, gay or straight or bi, they would look at those and most would whistle when they did. Somehow, I quelled the temptation.
I smiled in response and opened the door, realizing too late that I should have known what was about to happen. Niche sprung from his crouch, tackled me with a squealed "Siber!" and threw us into a series of somersaults down the main hallway to the kitchen that would have broken most men's backs at our age. Unobserved by we two "adults," Karin stepped in quietly and closed the door, walking in calmly behind us until she caught sight of the two boys, who figured a noise like that almost warranted enough attention to get up. Both of their wide-eyed gazes dropped to her shins and travelled slowly upward from there until the hem of her miniskirt stopped them while we giggled like maniacs and rolled around on the floor as I tried to break Niche's grip and keep his tickling fingers off my sides. Lioen pursed his lips in a silent whistle.
"Hi, Silvir!" she said cheerily after watching us for a little while, pretending she didn't know she was hot enough to have every man on the planet after her. "I haven't seen you in so long! How are you? And what is this? So cool!" She plopped down on the sofa next to him, fondling his techni-colored head-fur while Lioen looked on slack-jawed from the other side. Ges had made itself scarce.
"I'm fine," he answered, shaking himself before she got to him. "Sorry, I don't really expect anyone to take their father tackling someone else's father quite this well." He blinked a few times and smiled back. He patted her hand on his head. "Grew in a few years ago - Dad says it's a magic sink. How are you?"
She withdrew the hand and giggled. "That's awesome! And Dad prepared me for all that." She drew herself up regally (though she was in truth taller than her father) and spoke in a baritone, "All, 'Now Karin, I'm going to behave very inappropriately with Mr. Terrian when we get there, and I expect you to play along and go talk to Silve. Is that clear?' So of course I'm all, 'Yes, Daddy.'" She sighed melodramatically before turning her dulcet gaze to Lioen. "Hi! I'm Karin - are you a friend of Silve's?"
"Y-yeah," he answered quietly. Silvir picked up where he left off. "His name's Lioen. Normally, I'd ask Dad how clandestine he wants to be about this, but given the circumstances..." He shifted his gaze to where Niche had finally collapsed down on top of me and was
"God damn it, Niche, I am too old to cuddle!"
All three of them looked at us and looked back at one another, Lioen perhaps the most befuddled. Silvir continued with his face in his hands, his ears crimson. "I think it's safe to tell you that my father has adopted Lioen to save him from the streets. He's living with us." He looked up.
"Oh!" she gasped, looking Lioen over once again. He blushed. "That's unexpected."
"Came kind of out of the blue for me, too. But it's cool. He plays a mean Brawl Brothers. I don't suppose you play at all?"
She shot my son a withering glance and picked up a controller. "What, 'cause I'm a girl? Just wait 'til I beast you." They went to it while I finally managed to shove Niche off me and stand up, panting while he smiled innocently at me. She did not, in fact, beast them, but they were nonetheless impressed that she even tried.
"Niche," I gagged, "we are fifty years old."
"I know," he grinned.
It was infectuous. I trapped him in a bear hug. "Thanks."
"Gaack! Damn it, I can't breathe!"
As a former sex slave, it was no surprise that Niche was one of the greatest specimens of his species. His thighs, evolved and trained for more than just climbing trees, were like plates of steel, almost visible even beneath the thick denim of blue jeans, and his calves the same. His shoulders and arms were well-rounded, more impressive than mine despite my cisor heritage, and his abs, when they had been shoved up against mine, were clearly still packed like solid granite more than three decades after high school. His fur was a delicate, chestnut hue and shone from home grooming, and his tail sprouted beautifully from the base of his spine in a perfect curl up behind his shoulders, where it was still twitching playfully from our bout. He was somewhat shorter than I, and liked to pretend he wasn't by keeping that tail elevated slightly above his head. Only his face, the shallow, toughened lines there, and the leathery quality of his skin, like mine, betrayed his age.
I let him go. "Ah, it's good to see you. Where'd Karin go?"
"She appears to have already gotten lost in proving that she really is a tom-boy." He pointed over my shoulder at the den area, where they were all exchanging battle words. Lioen was by far the least vociferous, casting glances fairly frequently at Karin's bright visage.
"I see."
"Who's the other boy?"
"That's Lioen," I answered, getting food out. "He was abandoned and living on the street until a few weeks ago. Now don't laugh, but it's connected to why I asked you here, and I've adopted him."
He opened his eyes wide in incredulity. I sighed at myself.
"I know, it's weird. But Niche," I said, lowering my voice to a whisper and throwing up magical nets that, even if Silvir could sense them, he wouldn't be able to hack through. I watched him freeze while playing and could feel him trying. "Remember what Teva and I were talking about in high school? Starting a revolution?" He nodded, his eyes going back to a normal size. "I'm trying to build an army. It's never too late. I could do this."
"But where will you keep them? You can't adopt that many people, Sibes, the government will get nervous."
"I think I have it figured out. Do you remember 'Fight Club' by Chuck Palahniuk?"
"Yeah..."
"I won't need to adopt all of them." I smiled wryly. "That would be silly. All I need is a safe house. It won't be hard to get them to run it themselves. Silvir, would you stop it?" I called through a patch I opened in the net. "I'm trying to have an adult conversation." His prying threads retreated immediately, but not long later, there were three sets feeling their way around the locks. Niche could feel Karin's and Lioen's un-artful attempts and threw up his own barriers before turning to me with a grim look, his arms crossed.
"You know what will happen if you get caught. If even one of them rats you out."
"They won't, if I choose well and provide the right incentives. And Teva's alive, Niche."
He choked on air. "What? Since when? What the hell, Siber? Why isn't she here?"
"Hush! Hush," I said, putting a hand on his breast. He looked at the hand and looked slyly up at my answering, but quickly faded grin. "She never died. She made us all think she had so she could join the anti-mage group, whatever it's called."
"Why would she do that, though?" He sobered immediately as I withdrew the hand and went about my business. "You're one of the most powerful out there; she would be assigned to hunting you! How did you even find out?"
"She has been 'hunting' me. Even Silvir, who has the best eye I've ever known in someone his age, can't detect the networks of dampers I have on this house, let alone figure out what they are. If I've done everything right, even people who sense anything at all won't be able to see what it's all about, so they won't know what I'm up to. But all of that doesn't matter. You know as well as I do that even my strongest spells could never match her technique. She should have gotten to me by now; someone should have."
"But she hasn't, because she's Teva," he finished, catching on. "You've got yourself an in."
"Not quite. More like an out. She's got herself an in. There hasn't been a lot of thaumaturgical terrorism in the last decade or so, and I'm certain it's because of her. They trust her by now. So if she says a house full of street children, exotic dancers, and black-market sex slaves isn't suspicious, then it's not suspicious." I looked him in the eyes, and he saw the fire there.
"Jesus, Siber," he breathed.
"It could be done. A revolution. I know it doesn't quite seem like we need one, but there has to be reform in this world. We're going down the tubes. Education, government, science - it's all getting confused and out of hand. Someone needs to put tabs on it. We need heads of every branch of science, masters in the fields, not aristocratic politicians. We need perfect diplomacy. We need an entire wave of philosophers," I added almost as an afterthought. He opened his mouth at my raised eyebrow, catching my meaning of Philosophers. They would be war machines, if we ever needed brute force. But in addition, we really did need people actively thinking and publishing their thoughts in society, making people really consider issues of morality deeper than on a political level, so real progress could be made.
"Well," he said, clearing his throat, "you certainly have biology and chemistry, if she has an out. Do you have any other ideas?"
I laughed. "Other ideas? Niche, you're the best physicist out there. I did some research after I called you. Seriously? Personalized space flight?"
He looked down sheepishly. "Well, it's still in the works... Come on, Siber, I get bored making cars all day. I have to do something."
"Bull. Crap. I also read your little thing on explaining dark matter without relying on magic and Einstein's theories. Ah-ah, don't you self-deprecate that, too," I told him, waving a finger. "And Raiden, if he ever gets back from Japan, makes computer science look like walking down the street. There are others, I know. We'll need back-ups, specialized professors, and a network of underlings, but they can be found or bred and this can be done." At the end, I was holding his gaze.
He looked back, only a fine mist of uncertainty still clouding his vision. "You make it sound like a movie, you dramatist."
"Or a short work of fiction." We both stood around awkwardly for a moment.
I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm not asking you to make a decision now, and you probably wouldn't need to be active until the overthrow was finished, but think about it. The more important thing right now is this woman we're going to hunt down." I finally undid the shield while we talked about the details of tracking the woman and her son down for capture. It was okay with the kids knowing, as long as they didn't know my end goal, which was easy enough to conceal. Niche had a good number of ideas, especially when I told him about the sudden rise in disappearances since their escape. We would need to check for patterns of the victims' living areas and habits. And we would probably need at least one witness. I knew someone.
Niche laughed when I told him, as did the other three, who were now gathered around the table with us. "A sloth? Siber, come on. I know I don't have much a position to judge from, but they really are the lowest of the low."
"Yeah, come on, Dad. Our analogs don't even eat theirs because there's no challenge." Silver smirked around his food at me. Lioen was listening pretty intently, though, as was Karin.
I was persistent. "But, they are the best observers and always have been. You remember the JFK assassination? It was a sloth who finally testified to witnessing the grassy knoll."
"Yeah, but it took what, seven years? They didn't even accept the testimony," Niche snickered. "No one trusts them."
"And it was a sloth who caught the sniper some years back."
"The sniper thought it was a pile of rags." Sloths may be slow, but there's no getting them off once they have you. Too slow even to be wrestlers, but slow enough to be nigh invisible until it's too late. And a strange kind of magic, too.
"They used them in Vietnam for that same reason. Thousands of our soldiers died thinking they were just part of the scenery." Pretty sharp claws to go with it.
Niche sighed with a condescending smile. "You may have a point, but finding one who you can understand and who you can trust to have actually seen something is going to be one in a million. Besides, there's the urban legend that you can get ill just from being near one."
"Thank you, racism." I rolled my eyes.
"Ah, give it a break. You see if you can find one. I'll track down our suspects' movements and see if I can get a lock on them tomorrow night."
"Works for me. Not tonight?"
"Nah. Let's hang loose tonight; I haven't seen you in years. We could take the kids to a movie or something." Silvir tensed momentarily, and I smirked wryly at him for a reason that will be revealed soon enough. The conversation drifted on to other things, sharing the past few years and all of our respective children's accomplishments, talking about those two and Lioen's plans for school, and other, normal things. Definitely not discussing how Niche had decided to greet me, or the reason I am certain he wanted to just "hang loose" that night.
When we got to the movie theater, Silvir stopped at the entrance and just looked at me, as if to say, "Really, Dad? Do we have to do this?"
I just walked over to the arcade machines and stepped up on one. I never lost my DDR skillz, and it annoyed Silvir like hell that I was better than he was at it. He sighed, but brushed at his frock of colors and joined me on the other pad and we went at it while Niche and Karin laughed and other lookers-on just stared, mouths agape, at the two of us. They applauded when we got down, sweating. I had won again, but just barely. I grinned at Silvir while we panted. "You'll get me one day, Silvir."
"I've gotten you before, you old fogey." Niche and his daughter started giggling at that.
The movie we went to go see was a good one. Action-packed and all that jazz, and surprisingly, Karin was enjoying the guns and explosions as much as the boys. She snatched at each of their hands more than once as she grinned up at the screen, totally out of character for a doe and apparently determined to dye Lioen's face permanently crimson by the end of the night.
Afterwards came board games and bed, meaning sleeping arrangements had to be made. Obviously, Karin would be in Aura's room and I in mine. Lioen had been living in Diam's room, currently stuffed with my eldest's leftover posessions and the clothes and other things I had gotten the snow leopard, who was still shooting fervent glances at Karin now and then. She had exchanged more than a few glances with her father over his head.
It was odd that he was so insecure around her, but then again, I had noticed his insecurity the day I brought him home with me, too. Probably, it was because of his swift change of occupations. As a prostitute, it had probably seemed to him like he was one kind of person, and everyone else was either a customer or a jackass. As my adopted son, though, he was suddenly a human being like the rest of us, and wasn't sure how to act in that environment. He had picked up a number of Silvir's habits fairly quickly, substituting them for his own. He hadn't hung around many boys his age, and had a hard time walking in crowds without swaying and trying to catch people's eyes. I was content to let him make those changes on his own, and knew he would in time.
Sleeping arrangements. I get side-tracked so easily. We could easily have put Lioen in Silvir's room and given Niche Diam's room. But the squirrel wouldn't have it. "Let's not cramp the boys, Siber. We're men, you and I; we can handle sharing a room and give them space of their own."
Silvir rolled his eyes. He shot his deadpan glance to Lioen, who rolled his eyes. At an encouraging nod, the leopard then threw a look at Karin, who caught and copied the motion and glared at her father. "You are a shameless old man."
"Listen, whipper-snapper, in my time-"
"I don't wanna hear it, geezer! I'm gonna go stay up late with the boys and watch trash TV and eat junk food and play violent video games!"
He put his hands on his hipa. "I swear, all you're missing is a Y chromosome and some parts."
"Quite a lot of Y chromosomes, if we want to get into details," I offered.
"We don't, Dad," Silvir sighed witheringly.
"He's right, though," Lioen chimed in, earning a mock-glare or two.
"Well it's lucky I am, or this would be a total sausage-fest and doing this wouldn't get me nearly as far as it will now." She stalked away from us with her white tail and chin held high, hips popping back and forth and a beckoning finger over her shoulder to the boys. They looked at the two of us for permission, and to be honest, I was nearly as out of commission as they were. Niche nodded to them so they could follow after her like she was holding leashes, then noticed me and whispered, "Stop staring at my daughter's perfect ass!" with an elbow to my ribs.
"Oof! I was... admiring her genes..."
"That's enough out of you. Upstairs."
Once in my bedroom, the night sky outside dark, he pushed me gently inside and closed the door quietly behind us. "You're going to want to put up some sound-dampers, Siber. On the floor."
"There's really no point, with him." But I did it anyway, as a courtesy. "Besides, don't you have a wife for this sort of thing?" I teased, pouring us both wine that had "conveniently" been on ice in the room for the two of us. He took one gratefully, and we sipped. I let the alcohol flow exquisitely through me. It was a good year Sauvignon Blanc. Reds may have been aphrodisiacs, but whites were finer, I always thought.
"Saudi Arabia, Siber. And like I said, we haven't hung loose in years." He grinned, his eyes sparkling. We would have finished our glasses, but we didn't exactly need them to loosen up. Once I had set mine down, he disposed of his own and spun me around, pressing his chest up against mine. I looked down into his hazel eyes as he swung his gigantic tail around us. His hands were on my hips and his sweetened breath in my nose.
"Not since the first time, if I recall."
"And that ended as poorly as possible, and I've wanted to do it the right way ever since." His eyes implored mine, even though I wasn't resisting. He was nearly as much of a brother to me as Raiden; I loved him. "Come on, Sibes. I can feel that you want this. I knew you wanted it even then." He ground his hips hard against my rising boner, letting me feel his own, much grander one as he swept a hand through my hair. The benefits of being a rodent and a former sex slave. If I let him do what he wanted, it would be, without a doubt, the best sex I had ever had. Assuming he still had the technique.
An evil glint awoke in my eye. "Are still qualified to do this kind of thing?"
"Ugh! Churl. Get on the fucking bed and close your eyes. Sit up!" he ordered as I prepared to just body slam the soft quilt.
"You sadist."
"You masochist."
"Oh, I know, I know." He got behind me on the bed and wrapped arms and legs that I swiftly learned were already nude around me, resting his head against my back and resting there for a while. I hadn't even heard him undress.
"Shit, Siber, it feels good to be with you again. I've missed you."
"Same here, Niche."
He pulled away and started rubbing my shoulders, his thin but powerful fingers sinking into my flesh and rolling the muscle in my back. "I swear, this is as fun for me as it is for you." His thumbs ran in circles around my traps, and I groaned as he used the power of his hands to rock me gently back and forth. My hair stood on end from the treatment. Those hands, wonderful and soothing, meandered slowly and expertly down my back, lower, lower, until every movement tickled at my sides. His wife was a lucky woman. I tossed out a string of magic to turn on some music.
"Is this Enya?" he grinned. "You pansy."
"It's not, jackass," I answered laughingly. "This is her daughter."
He chuckled lightly into the back of my head. "You'd know this - I'll bet she's the only artist to have the same name here and in the Human world. Am I right?"
"Yeah. Kind of. Edgar Allan Poe, Isaac Asimov, Albert Einstein - there are a good number of them."
"Hmm," he answered. Then, he gripped my sides and made me yelp and spring up from my seat as he tickled me.
"You bastard!" I shouted at him, batting away his hands. He snickered.
"You ticklish old man! Sit back down; I promise I won't do it again." I had stood up on the bed and he was still sitting there, looking mischieviously up at me. He was only mostly naked, having left on a pair of black briefs. I noticed that he had put on the bracelets and anklets of his youth, though. With a sigh, I sat back in his lap and he put his hands back where they had been, relaxing muscles that had tensed up and finding knots that had popped up from the excitement. "You're so tense. Is it hard without Teva? Oh, God, that's not even a question - I'm sorry." He moved his hands up to my head and started massaging my scalp and rubbing at my ears. I leaned back into his confident grip with a moan and a sigh.
"No, don't worry about it. It is hard without her, but I'm glad she's alive. I just... wish she had told me, somehow. I've known she's been hiding some of my outbursts, covering them up, but... she could have sent a signal, something. I don't even need words, just... something."
He continued caressing me, gently making all the tensions in my body just ease away, and with it, those in my mind seemed to ebb. "You should have called me earlier. I've wanted to see you again for so long, but I know you're busy..."
"I wouldn't have minded if you had come by," I whispered.
"Who are we kidding?" he snorted. "If I had remembered, I would have pounced you years ago. Both of us just put one another off. It's in our natures." He tapped along my wings, sending jolts of sensation through me. I spread them wide for him and he felt along the bones within, delicately tending to the small muscles and tendons that held them. "Can't you make these go away for a while?" he whispered. "They're just going to get in the way."
"Yeah," I sighed, waving a hand and folding them with a fading flourish into my back. "I wish I weren't so careless with people; I'm sorry." His fingers found their way to the hem of my shirt and he nudged at my arms, getting me to raise them so he could take it off. He tossed it to the side and rubbed his cool nose along my neck.
"On your chest," he commanded softly, and I gladly complied. For the next five minutes, I did what he told me, rolling or moving my arms or legs so he could get to different parts of me. His ever-exploring fingers found tension I had forgotten about for weeks and months and years, and every time I breathed out, it was as though some of the burden of living went with it. Every breath in was sweet, tasting the fragrance he was wearing, some sort of rose perfume. I wondered when he had put it on.
My eyes closed, my arms behind my hand and on my back while he played around my abs, I asked him. "Are you wearing perfume?"
I could hear the smile in his voice. "I wondered when you'd ask. You know I was trained for both dom and sub - don't judge."
"It smells good."
"I'm glad." He undid my belt buckle, putting a surge through my loins, and then pulled the zipper down, hugged my waist to extricate my tail, and smoothly slid the pants off, leaving us both in our skivvies. "Is that a boner in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"
"Since I can't see, I guess I'll go with the former," I chuckled.
"Oh, you make me sad," he whispered, blowing cool air down from my belly button to my waist and through the thin fabric. I gasped as he rolled my balls around behind the garment with a delicate hand, then dropped his head down and nuzzled them playfully.
"Niche," I yipped when he bit carefully at my skin. He just laughed.
"Oh, me, I haven't done your feet yet, have I? Let me get those." He lay down on me, throwing his thick tail in my face while I spluttered around it and he gently humped my chest, the motion small and soft, but tugging his own chest against my hard-on while he gripped my feet and tenderly massaged them. Both actions sent electricity jumping through me.
"You whore!" I yelled at him laughingly, finally getting a grip on the tail and trapping it under my head like a pillow.
"I like to think of myself as a paid professional." He giggled as the base of my penis bulged out and hardened against his belly. "Why, is that a knot I feel? You horny mutt. Sit back up; I want to get in your lap. Now, you only get to open your eyes so you can make sure we don't fall off the bed."
I positioned myself against my pillows, and he crawled up to me, a dark, alluring gaze in his eyes. "I'm glad your wore the bracelets."
"You gave me these, remember?"
"Mm-hmm." He had his own, but I had bought him a set for Christmas once. They were tiger's eye with bronze clasps, fitting perfectly around his still-broad biceps, fore-arms, and calves. They had cost a lot, but he was beautiful in them.
"Said they matched my eyes." He crawled a bit futher forward and blew on my eyes to make me close them.
"They still do."
"You were a romantic idiot."
"I still am a romantic idiot. You wouldn't have worn perfume and we wouldn't be listening to this and there wouldn't have been wine if I weren't."
He fell into my lap, licking hungrily up my chest and biting teasingly at my nipples. "You should get rings for these. They'd be pretty on you."
"Get your own."
"At least get earrings, then."
I thought back to his face a moment ago. "Did you get those to match the bracelets?"
"Mm-hmm," he murmured into my chest, nuzzling it and massaging my breast with his hands before sliding them down and tearing a perfect line in my briefs to take them off. "Time to have some fun," he whispered breathily, blowing on the sensitive tip and making me flex it. A bead of precum formed. He licked it up, careful to get just that drop and not touch any more of me than that. My eyes closed, it was sensational.
He held my hips between his heavy hands, moving them in circles, practically rubbing my ass. I gripped his waist with my feet as he went finally to licking slowly and heavily up the length of my shaft, digging his tongue into the dip of my knot and making me groan and strain, kneading his sides with my feet. He licked expertly, catching the flesh with his tongue or swirling around it, his technique perfect from imprinted practice. "Oh, Niche," I moaned, my head lolling back and my mouth hanging open.
He paused for just a moment to say, "I never thought I'd get you groaning my name. It's sexier than I thought it would be."
"Just don't stop," I told him, and pushed his head lightly to where it had been, scritching behind his ears appreciatively once he did. It seemed like ages he held me on edge, and then took me entirely in his mouth and down his throat in one smooth, swift motion.
"Niche!" I gasped, unable to believe he could still do that. He just smiled as he suckled a bit around the base, still teasing my knot as I pinched my knees into his flanks. Behind my eyelids, there was no telling when he would do what, and it made everything a euphoric surprise. He drew his lips heavily up my length, snatching my knot with his hand and pumping, and I thought I would burst right then, but he didn't let me, taking his mouth off and just breathing again, determined to keep me going as long as he could. "You are such a jerk," I panted.
"Just wait until I get my fill." I couldn't stand it, and opened my eyes as he clamped down once more. The sight of his small head in my lap, lips tight around my needy organ, brought me to the edge of climax, but he didn't move anything. Instead, he looked up, in his expertise knowing I had peeked, and stayed where he was, wiggling his hips cutely once before I obediantly closed my eyes again so he would finish.
And finish he did. With no warning, he began bobbing his head, encouraging me to thrust into his mouth as little, wet noises escaped the vacuum seal he had, and I gripped his head and scratched his ears, getting him to murr submissively before he pulled me over the shouting edge, gushing into his mouth as he drank it up. I humped unashamedly with each pulse, and he pushed forward with his whole body against my straining legs, gasping and spasming with every thrust, like an unexperienced teenager, but it was what felt good, felt ecstatic, felt orgasmic. And then, minutes later, it was over.
He quietly licked and sucked and milked the last few drops from me before crawling up my body, running his tongue around his lips, and kissing my eyes to get me to open them. His scent permeated my senses, and the music washed over me, and his beauty was overwhelming. He pressed his lips against mine, drawing a tongue-twining kiss from me as I wrapped my arms over his strong shoulders and shoved him hard against my chest. This was my area of expertise, and I gave him the full experience, pushing all of his buttons the instant he made them apparent. I bit his lip and kissed his eyelids and thrust my tongue to the back of his throat, and all he could do was make muffled exclamations with everything I did, getting his member like a steel rod prodding my chest, finally making me notice that he had left his briefs on, and I knew why. I slid my hands sensually down his back while he groaned into my lips and arched his back, hands caressing my face and neck and shoulders, until I reached the fabric and ripped it off him, throwing it to the side and freeing his incredible shaft.
It was the color of an oak, though I couldn't see it now, and slapped down against mine, letting me feel the sticky fluid that smeared into our chests as we slid hungrily against one another. Its heavy weight pressed into my chest, not quite dwarfing mine, but certainly more impressive. He pushed his hips down and I ground back up just as hard, the warmth of his tremendous balls overpowering my senses and getting me up again to full attention without any effort at all.
I finally broke our kiss, gasping for air, to find that he was just as out of breath. "You put everything you had in that, didn't you?"
"I'm glad you know something about kissing," he panted, "because it certainly was never something they taught us. Whew." He fell down on me, resting his head on my breast while I rubbed soothingly all across his muscled back, grinding still against him.
"That feels so good, Niche. You're a blessed man."
"To be able to be with you, right here, and now," he murmured against my chest, his arms twined around my back.
We lay there for a time, moving softly against one another in the darkness and his scent and the sound. It was more than eternal, something beautiful and ethereal. No one else had Niche.
"You know," he said, "that tasted just like last time. The first part, I mean."
"Last time, you were asleep. How could you tell?" And that's a story for another time.
"It was my job." He snuggled closer with a sly grin. "There was something I didn't get to do last time, 'cause you weren't about to let me."
"Should we fix that?" I asked him.
"Mm-hmm." He wiggled on my hips suggestively. "How about it? You want to do the nasty with me?"
I let go of him and pushed up into a sitting position. "If you think you still have it, Niche, take me hard." I got on my knees and faced away from him, lifting my tail out of the way and sending a cleansing spell rushing through the both of us as I looked back over my shoulder at him.
"Ooh," he shuddered. "You should learn more about that little trick." He got himself over me, teasing my nipples with his fingers as he leaned over my back. "So, you want it up the booty after all this time?" His tip prodded at my hole playfully and I felt his heavy balls swing against mine. My own set wasn't to be laughed at, after all I had been through.
"No, Niche," I answered over my shoulder, baring my teeth. "I want you to fuck. My. Ass." I bit off each word at the end, and backed into him for emphasis. "Fuck me long, and fuck me hard." As long as we still had the bodies of teenagers, I was sure as hell going to use them. "And keep in mind, this is the only time in your life you will ever get to dominate a cisor."
He smirked and began using his own natural lubricant to get us both ready. I flinched at the cold liquid on my ring. "I have a feeling it won't be the last, Sibes." He positioned his tip, and I knew he planned on hilting me in a thrust. "You ready?"
"Fuck me, Niche."
As though spring-loaded, he shot the full strength of his legs and arms into me, snatching my shoulders and slamming me backwards as he did almost exactly as he had planned - on the first thrust, those giant, fuzzy, squirrel balls rammed into mine, but the knot was still outside as I clenched hard to keep it out. The bed creaked. I shouted, and he grunted a yell with the motion. "Nnf, damn it, you're tight. Oof... It's like you haven't done this in a few decades, or something." He flexed inside me, and I felt the stimulation on my prostate as though he had just thrust in again. It was warm, and he was huge, eight solid inches inside me before he had tied me. But I was no inexperienced pup to not be able to take it.
"Do it again, Niche," I growled, my claws ripping into the sheets as I bared my teeth through the wonderful agony of my painfully stretched ass. "I didn't tell you to fuck me slow."
He just leaned down and bit my ear. "Fine, asshole." He pulled out the same way he had gone in, waited, and slammed back in with even more force than before. I knew I would be bruised by the end of this, but we deserved it. Again and again, he used the entire, incredible force of his body to ram home, and I thrust myself just as hard back against him, my cock slapping my chest wetly and my own knot forming without a problem. This was going to be a long night.
"Fuck, Siber, let me in!" he growled, his knot slamming against me yet again. I just clenched down harder on him, and he pulled out and crashed back in again, the force of our collision threatening the bed's supports. On the next one, I loosened suddenly, and he was tied in me, the tremendous knot making me wince and cry out, but it was stuck. "I should pull it out, just for that." I clamped down hard with a toothy grin. My thighs and arms and abs were burning with strain, but I wasn't giving up now.
He started the shortened humps slow, his hand down at my cock and smearing it with its own juices, even in this level of excitement unquestionably talented. His fingers were like butterflies, tapping, coaxing, goading me to bite at his arm. He pulled it away, getting himself high on his knees and crossing his arms smugly above me while he thrust forward smoothly, agonizingly, just the force and pressure of his cock almost getting me to cum again. Then, he fell down on me, grabbing my hands with his and trying to make me fall on my face. Our balls slipped wetly over each other, bouncing back and forth while precum dripped down them from both of us. When he came, it was going to be messy. But I knew he could hold out almost forever.
And then Ges joined the fray.
I didn't even hear it come in the room, or sense it. The alien moved slowly across the floor, witnessing our noisy reunion silently, steadily, until it all of a sudden poured itself into my tailhole, making me moan harder as I was stretched even further than the knot inside me.
"Fuck!" Niche yelled, suddenly getting up as the warm, moist body wrapped itself around his cock and began massaging it. "What is that?"
"It's Ges. I forgot about it until now. It eats semen, and it's perfectly safe. Keep going, Niche," I said through my teeth, grinning. "And it'll probably make you cum a lot faster than you were planning."
"Got that right," he growled. He started again, speeding up the tempo of his short thrusts as he gripped my shoulders, his hot body wrapped entirely around me while his balls slapped into mine. Soon, he was banging me hard and fast, teeth clenched, claws raking down my sides as we panted and moaned in ecstasy like a sunburst while Ges rippled inside me and around him until finally, finally, I felt those huge balls pull up against my ass and he let loose a dominant roar, something that should not have come out of something his species but was all the sexier for it. His hot seed pumped Ges full, flooding my bowels with the sticky substance and forcing the alien out and dripping around our balls, rolling and rubbing them even as Niche continued to cum, and then I forced myself up on my knees, howled, and shot my seed wildly onto the bed while he clutched my chest, leaned back, and threw his tail across my body in that endless thrust and time took a picture of us there. It was beautiful.
I rolled onto our sides and lay there, panting while he kissed and licked hotly at the back of my neck and my ears, his hands caressing my chest still while he pulsed dryly inside me. I didn't want the knot to go down. "That was incredible," I breathed.
"I know," he giggled, pulling at my ear with his teeth. "Should have brought in your alien friend earlier." Said alien friend had extricated itself and was in front of me, absorbing the cum I had spilled while a child-like image of Niche formed for a fraction of a second inside it.
I lay panting in the bed with him grooming me tenderly and his knot refusing to go limp. "You don't ever go down, do you?"
"Not after just one, I don't." He cuddled warmly against my back, and a reached a hand around to grip his fingers. "You want another round?"
"You'll have to go down some so we can start that over, but fuck yeah." And then I broke into laughter.
"What?" he asked, amused.
"Silvir just amplified my sound damper."
He cracked up and I joined him, imagining my son's distress, and then he spanked the ass he was still in and said, "Well, get up then. Let's see if you can outlast me."
"Fine by me."
By the end of the night, sweat coated the covers, Ges had been worn out before we were, and cum painted our faces, asses, and balls with a creamy white. We were exhausted, bruised, and in some places, lightly wounded, having switched places and positions over and over and bit and scratched in our switching dominance or submission to the other. In the end, I was spooning with him, my hand stroking down his thigh like I had the first night we met while dawn broke through the window.
"Do you know how I knew you would want to do this?" he asked me softly as I licked sweat tiredly from his neck.
"I think it's pretty obvious, when I didn't object to being tackled."
"No," he shook his head gently. "It was this." He patted the palm on his thigh. "The first night, you did this, when you held me. It was the closest I had ever felt to someone, then." He wriggled against me, pressing harder into my chest. "It's still one of the best things I've ever known."
"Aww," I said, kissing the top of his head. "We have to get up, though. We both need showers before our kids see us again. And I need to take care of this." I reached down and squeezed his sensitive ass gently, getting him to flinch.
"Let's make that just one shower," he said. "I think yours will fit two."
I got up on a shoulder, smiling, and rolled off the bed. He followed me, and we scrubbed one another off in the shower, making probably unnecessary use of our lips and tongues in the process while I healed our wounds. One we were clean and dry and wearing something respectable (not Niche's bracelets), we went downstairs. None of the kids were there. "Figures," I said, sipping hot chocolate while he made coffee.
"You know," he began slyly, looking at the table, "you have some pretty sturdy furniture down here..."
I rolled my eyes and giggled when I thought of Silvir's expression if the three of them caught us in the act. "You rodents are always up for one more."
He rubbed his hands up under my shirt. "Come on, it'll be plenty of time before the coffee's ready."
I set down my mug. "Squirrels shouldn't get coffee."
He threw me into the next room and onto the couch before I could stop him. I laughed as he started wriggling my pants off, revealing an aching hard-on. It really was good to see him again.