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The second of a set of three very short stories I did for https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lethaldoors. Their work has inspired many of the stories I've written, or started and never finished, over almost a decade. These stories are linked by the universe the characters inhabit.This story and the two others were written about nine years ago. Somehow, I never posted these to SoFurry, only to FurAffinity, so I've gone through and updated and improved this one significantly for you fine folks here!

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Edah.

It would be around a year ago now.

We'd met because of a dmargo friend of mine from work. He'd invited me over to his place for the usual weekend party with the usual group, but there had been a few new faces, Human and dmargo. My buddy introduced us; we exchanged polite greetings and sipped our drinks. She had a standoffish vibe and didn't seem forthcoming with conversation; so, I excused myself and went to mingle. Later, while I was sitting on the couch, stuffing my face with my buddy's amazing cooking, she sat next to me with her plate piled high.

A human, living on Thysbe, the dmargo homeworld, wasn't rare, but it was just uncommon enough that most dmargo found me to be a novelty. The kind of novelty that interested the dmargo, a species considered promiscuous by the standards of all the other know races, in a very particular way. So, it hadn't surprised me that she had decided to restart our unproductive first encounter. What I did find odd, however, was how fixated on me she seemed to be, completely ignoring everybody else, including a few other humans. She had come to a decision and she was sticking to it.

When the party was winding down and most of the guests were saying their goodbyes, I followed suit and bid my buddy goodnight. Edah did the same and hooked her arm in mine as soon as I'd left his flat. She asked if she could accompany me to my flat. Even though it had sounded more like a command, of course, I agreed. Our conversation had been pleasant, she ate as much as me and outdrank me. It also helped that her dress left her arms bare, which looked scarily thick, and her wide curvy hips on display.

Most of the previous dmargo I had been with had tended to be shy and preferred that I took the lead. It seemed odd to me because they were almost always the ones to initiate a conversation that would lead to sex. But, from the little time we'd known each other, Edah was nothing like that. She told me she was coming over.

It was refreshing.

The night went as expected. What I hadn't expected was how good it was. She had muscle definition I'd never seen on another dmargo, unparalleled endurance, and an insatiable appetite. I slept like a fucking baby. That morning we exchanged contact information and she left. I didn't expect to see her more than once or twice. I'd become accustomed to the fact that dmargo seemed uninterested in anything long-term with a human; I had also yet to see a long-term human-dmargo relationship, it just didn't seem to be something they wanted.

A week after that we hooked up again, and again a few days later after a long dinner—where she reveled in trying to embarrass me with things her feet did under the table, which was covered by an oversized tablecloth. In the morning, when she told me that she was going to be gone for a while on business, I smiled knowingly. There it was. She wouldn't be back.

When I received a message from her a month later, I was shocked. I didn't delude myself that I was a great catch. I worked a boring job at the nearby spaceport solving storage puzzles with giant shipping containers for mediocre pay. The passing baton of peak masculine beauty had missed me by a kilometer. The long periods of silence followed by a single day, or a few days, very rarely a whole week, of delightfully exhausting, pelvis pulverizing sex became my new normal. There were two times I didn't see her for two months, but when she was around, she was my constant companion and stayed at my flat. It came as a shock to my friends when I told them she and I were “dating," but Edah never acknowledged it.

About nine months into our strange on-again-off-again relationship, she finally told me what her occupation was. She was a soldier in the Dusk Legion—a less discussed in the media arm of the dmargo military. Which finally explained her crazy fit and sexy body and aloof lifestyle. I wasn't sure if that was the reason for her intensity between the sheets, or if that was just her personality.

When I think back on it, I wasn't truly surprised. I had noticed the first night we hooked up that she had a surprising number of scars. When we showered together, they became impossible to ignore; the scar tissue seemed to turn whiter and pop out against her sandy skin under hot water. Some scars were circles with ragged edges, there were thin lines and thick lines and patches that looked faintly like skin grafts.

After she told me who she worked for, but not really what she did for a living, she also gave me a set of rules. There were things she could and could not talk about, but also things she would and would not talk about; one of which was her work. To this day I don't know what exactly she does, but I don't pry. It seems like a life she just doesn't want to share, memories she doesn't want to relive with me. And, beyond the mutual friend we shared, she didn't introduce me to any of her friends. Sometimes I wonder if she has any.

But, knowing, or assuming, things about her life and work did explain her morbid sense of humor and fatalistic mannerisms. Life was going to happen the way it happened, but she was going to wring its neck before it did what it does.

It had been three weeks since I'd last seen, or even heard from her, and she had called me earlier in the day. She insisted that she had to see me. Any plans I may have already had be damned. I did what most any hot-blooded man would do in my situation and told her 'Of course!' Once I had started seeing her “regularly", I had only had two other dates and those hadn't gone so great. That might have bothered me a year ago, but I was finding myself less and less interested in other trysts. I wanted to see her again so badly that I'd been a mess since her call, constantly fidgeting and trying to distract myself by cleaning my whole pad.

Three curt taps on my door made me flinch so hard my tablet jumped out of my hands and landed with a muffled whump on the carpet.

I opened the door, then said, “Hey, it's good to see you!"

The way her empty expression melted away into a genuine smile, as if seeing me again made all her worries disappear, was elating, but not without meaning. I had the feeling something had happened while she'd been away, but I couldn't explain why. There was no time to dwell on it either, as soon as I closed and locked the door, she was on me. She rubbed her long, pointed snout against the two-day stubble I'd been cultivating just for her because she loved how it felt. Then she licked my lips in a facsimile of human-on-human kissing we'd worked out long ago; I kissed the side of her lips and nose and she nuzzled and licked my mouth.

Edah was more intimate in that respect than any other dmargo that I'd been with. Our makeout session continued uninhibited by the different walls she pushed me up against, nor the movement to my small living room as we stripped each other with wanton intensity, nor my graceless fall onto the couch with her atop me.

That was another thing I'd learned living on Thysbe, dmargo did not care for clothes in private spaces or even some public ones. They liked being nude. Body shame or embarrassment of nudity was practically a diagnosable psychological condition to them. It was an entertaining culture shock for unaware humans.

Edah finally relented and pulled back slightly. “I missed you," she sighed and squeezed me with her strong arms.

“I missed you, too," I said it as sincerely as I could and was rewarded with a serene grin that lit her hard-edge features and filled me with delight. She sat up when I squirmed around on the couch, trying to get more comfortable. Without prompt, she grabbed some pillows, pulled me upright, and tucked them against the armrest. I scooted back and reclined into luxury—soft cushions at my back and an indescribable Valkyrie kneeling over my crotch.

Edah smirked and stretched her arms toward the ceiling as she arched her back, petite breasts rising, the definition in her lengthened abs on display. I felt her shiver beneath my fingers as I ran my hands up her muscular thighs and onto her wide hips. Despite her definition and rock-solid body, I was getting drunk on her absolute and unimpeachable femininity. She wore her scars like a warrior, as badges of honor, as improvements to her sex appeal, rather than detriments.

I was so enthralled with her that I was surprised when she grabbed my forearms and shoved them into the couch along my sides. She shifted and I felt her breath in my ear when she spoke, “I fucking love the way you look at me. Like I'm the only woman that exists." She nibbled the cartilage in my ear. “Makes me horny as fuck."

She pushed her supple breasts against my chest, her nipples stiff points on my skin. This was the Edah I knew very well. She was the first female I'd ever had sex with that was stronger than me. I had quickly adapted and accepted my role as bottom bitch, which had seemed to please her greatly, but she was never disrespectful.

Edah ground against me eagerly and easily. Damn, she's this wet already? I wondered in awe. With my arms secured in her tight grip, all I could do was watch her as she rose and started working her body atop mine. The way it felt as her slippery labia rubbed lewdly up and down my dick, as her hips rocked like a well-oiled machine, was heavenly. Her lidded eyes watched my reaction to her action with unrestrained ardor. The little moans and gasps she uttered whenever her hips shifted just so to press herself against me in a certain way. I wanted her worse than I ever had before.

The dmargo goddess released me from her shackles as she lowered her body back down onto mine. She flicked her tongue across my earlobe and I shivered.

“Look like you liked that, mister human," Edah whispered.

I felt like I was harder than I'd ever been before in my life. “I can't even put into words how much I liked that."

“Well, I loved it," she moaned into my ear.

The only response I could think of was to run my hands down her sides to her firm ass, to squeeze it and push her down into my rising hips to grind against her. She giggled and stroked my messy hair.

“So eager!"

I growled and planted kisses along her neck and jaw while I slid my hands up and down her spine. Her familiar scars and odd imperfections beneath her skin were like landmarks. One time I had asked her about the scars and she had shaken her head curtly; that was not something that I needed to know. I'd never put my life on the line, or been in a bigger fight than getting punched in the face once. I had a healthy respect for what Edah did, but I didn't understand her reticence in sharing anything about it.

My hands returned to her ass and onto her slim, short tail. I rubbed at the base of it just the way I knew she liked. Edah rewarded me with a soft, predatory growl and bites along the meat of my shoulder. Early on, her fondness for biting had been strange, but now I loved it—leaving my skin covered in goosebumps. As a result, my shoulders are dotted with tiny scars in dmargo mouth-shaped patterns. Turned out the other dmargo I tried seeing didn't like seeing marks left on you by another dmargo, like it signified some kind of ownership or relationship. Edah was the first dmargo to leave marks and I had a feeling some new ones would be getting added soon.

Edah lifted herself and put her elbows on the armrest. Her breasts hanging just below my chin. She nuzzled into my hair, messing it up even more. I could hear her deep, greedy inhalations. It was flattering how much she liked how I smelled; once I caught her huffing my pillow and that was probably the first time I'd seen her truly embarrassed—her long, acicular ears had turned impossibly red.

I felt her hips shifting when I palmed her butt and had a pretty good idea of what she wanted. With one hand I angled my erection up and the other on her hip suggesting she lower them. She took the hint and shifted her knees further apart. When I felt wet, plump flesh dimple against my fingers I moved them and dragged my tip back and forth between her lips. She tried to drop her hips more, but my hand stopped her.

“So eager!" I teased her.

“If you don't move your fucking hand, I'll—"

Her shuddering exhale into my hair made my scalp tingle. Holy fuck. She wasted no time in taking all of me. My dick wasn't long, but I had enough girth that I knew she was feeling it. It was the way her fingers were tangled in my hair. I trailed my hands along her salubrious skin, teasing across her ribs, to her breasts. My hands easily dwarfed them, but she started to move and gasp into my hair as I massaged them and squeezed her rigid nipples.

Edah rocked her hips and clung to my head like it was the only thing keeping her in control. The way she moved and flowed with my massaging fingers and errant thrusts was like a sensual couple's dance; her decadent heat pulling and tugging at me in a way no human woman could.

I could never go back after Edah. The thought that I didn't want anybody but her tried to rear its head, but I pushed it back, focused. So, it was helpful when Edah rose and reclined her lissome body. The new angle our bodies meshed at forced me deeper into her. My respiratory rate increased as she started back up, hips rising and falling, gyrating and grinding. I watched her as I traced my fingers all over her body with free reign: squeezing her nipples between my fingers as I groped her breasts, teasing her sensitive ribs with the faintest of touches, fingertips grinding against her clit. She watched me with a lust-drunk toothy grin as we enjoyed each other's bodies with abandon.

A nascent, familiar pressure was building just behind my cock. I needed to focus on Edah to help hold it back. I always liked getting her off first. I kept two fingers making quick, rough circles against her clit. My other hand I put on her left hip and pushed down, trying to get her to slow down. My fingers pressed against a larger than normal lump as I squeezed her hip.

Edah moved so fast I could barely keep up. A hiss of pain and she curled in on her left side. She snatched my hand off her hip and manipulated my arm so my elbow was pinned against the couch and my wrist was bent forward so hard I shouted in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't breathe.

As quickly as it appeared the pain was gone, only soreness lingered. Can wrists dislocate, or just break, I wondered.

“Fuck! Fuck, man. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Edah cooed as she hugged and stroked my head and nuzzled the stubble on my cheeks.

“That hurt," I said dumbly. It was the only thing I could think to say.

“I'm sorry. Is your wrist okay? You surprised me."

“It's okay." I put the same hand back on her thigh, slowly sliding it up to her hip. She froze up. I was almost too scared to touch the spot I'd felt again, but I forced myself, gentler this time. Her reaction was a minor flinch.

“What happened?" I asked.

“You know the rules."

“You can talk to me, Edah. Are you okay?"

She pushed herself up, her arms like sand-colored pillars in my peripheral vision. “Would I be here fucking your brains out if I wasn't?" she asked sternly.

I considered that for a moment before shrugging my shoulders sheepishly. Her question brought my mind back to what we were doing. That I was only half hard now. This felt like a moment to try and get her to open up. A feeling that I hadn't had before. I decided to push my luck.

“I kind of feel like you might just be trying to use me as a distraction."

Edah glared violence at me. I had to hope my look of 'I know I fucked up' was enough to disarm the ticking bomb sitting on my dick. The vehemence in her eyes vanished as quickly as it came, much to my surprise. She leaned down and kissed me with such delicate passion that I didn't respond. Then she looked me in the eyes.

“I know you care. I know you just want to help. But my burdens are not your burdens. You're not a novelty to me because you're human and I've never used you as a distraction. Well, maybe just the first time. . ."

I only nodded because she seemed poised to say more.

“Yeah, I got shot. Again. So, I'm a little jumpy when you try and push your finger into what was a bullet hole a week ago. It's just another scar now, just a sensitive one. Besides, one part of you inside me is more than enough as it is."

I felt torn between laughing and being concerned, but I couldn't suppress a small chuckle. Edah smiled and sat back up.

“There you go." She gently grasped my sore wrist and put my hand on her hip, near the fresh scar. She held her hand over mine as she started rocking her hips. “From now until we're done, the only noises I want to hear from you better be about how fucking great I make you feel."

I swallowed and nodded. Edah accepted my submission with a predatory smirk. I had no real reason to protest. I had broken the 'don't ask' rule and she'd told me something personal. Now, after very quickly getting me hard again, she was zealously resuming what I'd interrupted. I assisted in getting her back up to speed with two fingers between her shapely thighs.

She didn't give me long to do this before she grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head. While her grip wasn't too constricting, when I attempted to struggle, she glared at me and pushed my arms harder into the couch's armrest. I couldn't hope to counter her strength. The last time she'd visited, she had picked me up like I was a sack of feathers and tossed me onto my bed. While I'd seen no claim of genetic or chemical enhancement, I didn't see any other way to explain her preternatural prowess.

It was easy to get lost in watching her breasts bounce lightly in reaction to the quick rise and fall of her hips. They were very close to my face, after all. I desperately wanted her to press them into my face, to let me nibble and suck on her nipples, but she was completely in control. Each attempt at thrusting into her felt as useless as struggling against a rip current—her body eager to pull me in, but reluctant to let me go.

I did as she had told me. I let her know how fantastic she made me feel with various noises and uncouth utterances about her unique physical features. These only spurred her on. Edah wasn't the most vocal partner, but every time she couldn't censor herself, I felt a touch of euphoria; soft moans and breathless exultations that stoked the embers of my concupiscence.

Edah was losing control of her rhythm. Her hands on my wrists were tightening and shaking. I knew she was close and I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. Her mouth was open and her breathing fast and erratic when she opened her eyes, looked into mine, then to my right; I knew exactly what was coming and tried to relax my shoulders. She dropped her head to my shoulder and I felt the stinging pressure of dozens of thick needles that set my nerves on fire.

“Fuck!" I hissed between gritted teeth. Edah shuddered against me, her hips jerking to an abstract beat, her thighs squeezing and releasing my hips; her jaws squeezed my flesh tighter and her heaving chest caused a liquid—blood or drool, I didn't know—to leak down my back and chest. Intense contractions squeezed me, demanding my surrender. I was helpless to resist and thanked whatever mad scientist had decided not to bother with selective muscle augmentation and just enhanced them all.

Edah let out a long and loud warbling moan against my shoulder as I came, hard. I shoved my hips up with each throb of undiluted pleasure that raced up my cock into her. How long our shared orgasmic bliss lasted, I didn't know. The pressure pinching my shoulder subsided and I returned from the hazy, fog-filled Eden my hormone-drenched lizard brain had been basking in.

I felt Edah's tongue lapping my tender skin, cleaning away the blood that I figured was oozing from the fresh wounds. Her tongue seemed to soothe what little pain I felt. There would be more later, but, like every time before, I felt it was worth it. Maybe this was her way of sharing some of her pain, or maybe it was just one of her kinks. Maybe I'd ask her someday. But right now . . .

“Edah that was, fuck, that was—"

She released my wrists, palmed my cheeks, and pressed her face hard against mine. Her tongue licked at my lips and slipped in as soon as I opened them. The faint metallic taste on her tongue confirmed my suspicions. She squeezed my cock and I twitched. I'd already given in to her demands and had nothing left to give. As we kissed, I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight. With the way my wrists felt, I was certain they would be bruised and my coworkers would wonder what the fuck had happened to me.

Edah pulled her tongue back and nuzzled into the unmarred side of my neck. “Shit. I needed that," Edah sighed.

I dreaded asking the question of whether she was going to stay the night. Sometimes she left and sometimes she stayed. Every time I wanted to know and didn't want to know. It was part of the game I played with her, knowing that our “relationship" could end at any time. Dmargo were not as monogamous as humans. But, like every other time, I had to know.

“You staying tonight?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she rubbed her cheek against mine and suspired softly against my ear, then pressed her pleasantly warm body into mine.

“Guess you didn't notice I brought my bag," Edah said.

I couldn't suppress my affectionate smile, my elation, and knew that I loved this woman. I knew I was falling in love the last time she visited. It was a very dangerous feeling to harbor.

Flaccid, I slipped from her warmth and thick wetness dribbled onto my pelvis. She didn't seem to notice she was leaking, but more likely she just didn't give a shit. Neither did I. She tucked her arms to her sides and snuggled into my chest.

I felt that something must have happened that went deeper than the bullet that had hit her. Edah wasn't the fuck-and-cuddle type, she was normally more of a fuck-shower-eat-sleep type. I started rubbing her back, slowly and softly, and worried about her. She seemed so content as she breathed so softly against my neck that it tickled.

I had to figure out a way to stop getting my hopes up every time she visited me that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't ever leave me. I shifted and relaxed into the couch. Edah licked my neck and I could feel her easy smile. Fuck!

Love bites . . .