A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 30

When he nodded, she laid another two gold down, "The knowing of your name has become more valuable to me, and also, I have hurt you." She turned and lit the old lantern. When she had it adjusted, she set it on the stool that she'd used earlier, removed her light cuirass, and sat down on his lap again, just as carefully.

"Very nice," he smiled.

"Cha'Khah," she said and he asked her what she'd said.

"My name," she said, "My name is Cha'Khah. Cha ... Khah. Only it is said a little quickly. Cha'Khah Dreile. My name is shortened. There is a lot in between the 'Cha' and the 'Khah'," she smiled, "but we have already taken too long with your wound."

"Cha'Khah," He grinned, "That is the nicest name, I swear. My name is Barrett Ransom."

"Bare -- ett? Barrett?" She tried experimentally. "A fine name," she grinned.

He tried not to flinch as she worked, but there was now some irritation and the wound was tender. "You can't possibly see very well by the light of that lantern, with it sitting like that," he said, "Why don't you move it closer, or move the table closer and set it there?"

She didn't look up or stop, "I could do this with nothing if we sat in a cave at midnight," she said, "We see well in the darkness. I moved the light for you, so that you could see me well, Barrett."

He didn't know what to say, so she said it, "I want you to see me well," she said quietly as she looked up for only an instant before she was back at it, looking down with her concentration showing on her lovely face, "I know that you like my body, and not only as a male. I know that you like me, and, ... and I like you very much too."

He wanted to say something a lot nicer than what came out of him the next instant as he threw his head back and grunted heavily for a moment. It burned like the devil, and then it was gone and he sagged back down.

"Cha'Khah, you said there would be a little pain."

She shrugged, "I said that there would be some brief pain. The dart was old and a piece chipped off. I had to get it out, Barrett. Sorry about the pain.

You did well, though. A Drow would have made no sound so as not to appear weak, but that is our foolish way. I think that for what I did then, most humans would have screamed. If I had said that you must be silent, I know that you would have done it, so I am proud of you."

"How do you know that?" he smiled through the way that his skin smart, "I might not have been able to do that. If it had gone on longer, I might have cried like a little kid with a skinned knee."

She shook her head as she worked,"No, you make sport now. I was a soldier and I have seen much. You would have been silent if I asked for it." She looked up, "I can tell these things." She finished up and he could see that she was ready to get off him.

"Come here Cha'Khah," he whispered, "I can't move like this, so you'll have to come here. I want to kiss you, and then I want you to put your head on my shoulder so that I can feel your ear against my cheek and, ... and I swear that right now, I think I'll die if I can't smell your hair and feel it on my face very soon."

One of the big differences which lay between Cha'Khah Dreile and the vast majority of female Drow was that in her, the want to get ahead or achieve gain had been removed from her, shaped as she'd been by the events in her life. She didn't care about these things. What Cha'Khah had always wanted more than anything was to be loved, something that most of her kind regarded as weakness. She knew that this was very different from the way that relationships begin for humans and for Drow, but she didn't care.

What he'd just said went a long way toward healing some very old hurts in her.

She flew at him with a whimper and she heard his sigh as she threw her arms around his neck to hug him. She did it because she suddenly needed to. That was all that mattered. She looked into his eyes searchingly for a moment and then she kissed him, really kissed him, before she sat up a little and leaned forward to let him feel her warm breasts on his skin because she wanted to feel his chest against them as well.

This next time, she moved in a little slower, wanting to feel that hair on his chest as the bottoms of her breasts grazed along on her way in. She was hopeful that it would feel good, and she wasn't disappointed. It was a little thing, but to Cha'Khah, the sensuality of making love of any kind was all about small details. Anything less to her was just something which reminded her of what she'd left. That was the way that most male Drow went at this -- direct and to the point, missing all of the things that Cha'Khah liked.

He smelled her hair and he kissed her neck a little through her white mane and then he softly rubbed his cheek against her ear as he listened to her soft sigh.

Barrett was so careful about it when he moved his head a little to kiss her long ear, and then he pressed his cheek against hers again.

"Listen," he whispered to her, "I don't want to have those two cows between us. If you have to hear me say it, then I forgive you for stealing them and even for shooting me. I'll get through the winter. I just want to find some way to know you really well. I don't even know what I'm doing and I'm just as scared as you are to make a mistake, but I don't want you to just go after this, alright?

Please Cha'Khah, I want to know you, everything that you care to tell me -- anything."

"I am afraid," she whispered back, "I have never been so afraid of anything, Barrett."

"That's alright," he said, and she felt his smile against her, "I'm really afraid too."

She pulled her head back then and he watched her scratch her cheek a little. "Such a sweet tickle," she smiled.

In that instant, Barrett Ransom was lost and he knew it.

He looked down. There was no hole in him. There was no hole or puckered crater or any indication that anything had ever happened to him, other than a small reddish spot, not much larger than the shaft of the bolt from her pistol crossbow. She saw him looking.

"The reason that I allowed so much time to close the wound is that I knew that there was no poison in it anymore. I did not want to do much more than get the dart out when you fell, and that is easily done once you know how to fold in the barbs. But once that happens, you must begin on the poison quickly. The effect speeds up when air touches the poison, so I had to act right then. I got your shirt off and ... I sucked the poison out myself."

"Why?" Barrett asked, "I'm very thankful, but I'm not sure that I understand."

She looked at him, "I had to hurry then, Barrett. Shaevre showed me that I had misjudged you. I was really angry until then. I think that I was so angry because until you raised the weapon, I was so hopeful. I am never hopeful. That's when I knew that I was making another mistake to add to my pile. I did not want you to suffer something else because of me."

He stared at her for a moment and then he shook his head in wonder, "You are the most surprising, beautiful woman that I've ever met. What are those other red spots a little lower down?"

Cha'Khah shrugged, "I liked how it felt when I did it, so I did it somewhere else. Shaevre stopped me before you froze to death."

Barrett laughed then and she moved a little. "I hope it was not wrong to do that, Barrett, but if it was, you may consider it your turn now."

When he looked, Cha'Khah was reaching up to untie her topknot and he was looking at the loveliest pair of breasts in the known world -- as far as Barrett Ransom knew, and if they weren't, well then from his point of view, then God must surely be a female and have quite a set herself.

The position was a little difficult, so she offered her breast to him with one hand and when the first of his kisses there began, she held his head for him with the other. Cha'Khah sighed and after a few minutes of having her breasts loved as they'd never been loved before, she knew why that was.

Vadren liked to do this as well, obviously. But he did it as a Drow and -- if she could categorize this -- a little forcefully. Even though Vadren was a kind and thoughtful lover, what Barrett did now surpassed what she'd felt when anyone else had been allowed this, and she knew that it was killing him not to have his hands free as well.

Cha'Khah held the notion that as far as sex went, there were three sorts, or perhaps intents which might drive the event. The way that she'd categorized them, lust was the first, it was the only kind that she'd really ever experienced. But it was a goal of hers to experience the third kind, where it was meant as something given by a pair to each other as a function of their love. The second kind was out of the love itself.

She knew that the first kind was evident here, but she thought that she could feel that the second was easily possible, and that startled her a little, because it opened up a glimpse of her goal to her.

Barrett felt her move up somehow, and then he felt the beginnings of her testing pressure against his abdominal muscles. "Is it alright, Barrett?" he heard her ask, "Can I do this a little?"

He lifted his lips from her nipple and nodded, "Sure, Cha'Khah. Go ahead if it feels good to you."

He tensed his stomach for her and was rewarded with the way that she moaned and sighed as she rubbed the leather of her garment against the ridges of his abdomen. He didn't mind at all, he just didn't know how she could do that this far up on him, having forgotten what he'd seen just before she'd shot him earlier. As her magnificent dark breasts nudged his face over and over, his beard tickled her in just the very best way and he kissed them again and again.

When she became a little more urgent, she got up and removed the last of her garments with a soft and rather shy smile. He knew somehow that shyness was not something which was exhibited very much by her kind, and so he took it for what it must then be.

Cha'Khah was hopeful that he'd like what she had. A moment later, she confirmed it when she asked him, and he smiled at her snowy pubic hair and said that it was as lovely and captivating as the rest of her.

"You don't understand, Cha'Khah," he said quietly, "It's not a matter of you being good enough for me. I'm looking at perfect when I see the smallest part of you. I just hope that I can hold your interest. I'm just a fool on a mountainside. You're a goddess to me."

She sighed a little and her smile widened, but then Barrett stared as he watched her begin to rise off the floor to hang in the air over him. She raised her legs and spread her knees as she ran her fingers over her cleft and spread the lips there so that he could see her glistening wetness. To Barrett Ransom, it was flat out the most erotic thing that he'd ever seen in his life.

"Such a thing to say to me, Rivvil," she chuckled in that slightly smoky way of hers. Neither of them knew it, but just those words from her caused the end of his hardness to seep its wetness as it throbbed in such a deliciously painful way to him.

"I have found me a male who can make me wet only to see him even clothed, and yet, as I ache for him, I also ache to feel his heart against mine. You need have no fear that you hold my interest, sweet Barrett. I begin to think that I have found a god for me as well."

She levitated nearer to him and rose up a little more, watching his face with a little trepidation and with great interest as she brought her soaking wet sex to his lips. Barrett was careful to plant the first of his kisses very softly, so that she'd know what he wanted to show her.

Cha'Khah gasped in happiness as she caressed his head to let him know that she'd understood it before she pressed him a little more urgently and tried to buck her hips against his face gently. But Barrett still had a small surprise for her. He wasn't thinking of it too much that way, he just knew that he had something which she'd likely never experienced. He backed his head away.

"Careful, Cha'Khah," he smiled up at her, "Look at my face. If you'd done that just after I'd trimmed this you wouldn't like me at all anymore. Even like this, you can't just jam up against it. Just come here slowly and let me do this for you."

He moved his face a little against her. Nothing hard or quick; he was mindful of how whiskers could tease and also irritate the most tender parts of a woman. But he'd had Katy to teach him how to use it the previous spring and he'd taken the lesson to heart. He'd just never had anyone to do this for since Katy had gone away to get married.

He leaned in now and then as he began. Every once in a while, he'd tease the insides of her thighs and go a little higher with the teasing to where her legs met her body. He kissed and gently tilted his head before he slid his tongue in and dragged it out again slowly.

Within a ninute, Cha'Khah was past marveling at this -- she was well into thinking that he could drive her mad in this gentle way of his.

She was concerned over one thing, not knowing human males and this one especially. The truth of it was that she needn't have been concerned really, but she had to know and so after a minute, she summoned the strength from somewhere within herself to push herself away a little. When Barrett looked up, he saw his goddess smiling down at him, "It is good? I need to know, wondrous Rivvil, for I am a very wet Drow girl. After finding one like you, I do not wish to offend you with how much I can make for you."

He snorted a little in amazement that she'd even ask such a thing, "Cha'Khah, I've only done this a little, but this is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life. Please bring it back to me, honey, I'll take all that you can give me."

She moved closer again with a happy little cry, "Then this is for you, Barrett, I have so much to give you, and do not ... fear. ... You do ... me such ... " she sighed, "Such good."

Cha'Khah didn't bother to try to speak after that, her sounds ranged from sighs to anguished keening cries as she hung in the air, holding his head to her sex. She bucked as gently as she could, but it was still forceful at some points and Barrett didn't mind. He licked and sucked, working the hot little pearl there as he did. She amazed him at how much she could give him, and he loved the taste and the scent of her, so sweet and while he'd noted a bit of a tang to it whenever he'd done this for Katy, there was none of that to Cha'Khah's juices.

It amazed him and he sought after what it was in his mind. He wanted to laugh in joy when he knew it, though he couldn't. He didn't dare stop for her until she'd let him know that it was enough. But Barrett Ransom knew then that he was at the gates of his own personal heaven when he knew what the gentle flavoring was.

Along with the female taste and scent, Barrett was loving something with just a hint of the nicest spice in it. It, ... it tasted as though it had ... something a little like ... the barest hint ... of ... ginger and cloves to it. He groaned in joy as he worked.

Barrett was in hog heaven.

He knew it when she was contracting internally, feeling it in the muscles a little, every time that he 'did it right' for her to his mind, he'd feel that and he'd get a little wave of more wetness from her. He could drown here in happiness, he thought.

Cha'Khah was surprised to find herself saying his name in her sounds and it pleased her a great deal. She seemed to be finding such hope in this, and said a little prayer to her goddess as best she could that this was not only her foolish desire at work. As she found herself mounting the slope in her mind, she had a thought of the so-called friends that she'd left behind in the Drow underground. She knew the way that they'd look right now if they could see her. They'd wrinkle their noses and make snide remarks about her fucking with lower creatures.

Well she'd had plenty of Drow males, and other than Vadren, they'd all been the same, just as they were in anything, self-serving and out for only themselves. Unless it was specified what was to be done as a bargain beforehand, Drow males only fucked for themselves and why not? The way that they were treated, most of them, what else could one expect? If a Drow woman wanted one of her slaves, she just took him to bed, and he had better perform for her or else. No wonder they often treated it as just another task.

She looked down at him busily at work on her and laughed a little in joy, but that faded as she began to rocket toward her orgasm, gathering speed along the way. She'd already had a few little ones, the same as she'd ever gotten from a Drow male only much nicer. This ... this was ... this, ... oh ... oh ...

Cha'Khah wailed for a moment and then she gave in to it and threw her head back to scream out Barrett's name as she bucked her hips three times. At the end of each stroke, she paused. Each pause was longer than the last and after three she just just shook.

Barrett was awash suddenly. She gushed onto his face and he did his best, but ...

"No," she whispered softly as the waves rocked her, "no, ... stop. Only ... only suck, my lover. Th-this is ... for only you."

She heaved a sigh when she heard his soft groan.

He pulled back for only as long as it took him to beg her to release his hands, and then he was back, his face nuzzled against her, sucking softly and aching to do more to prolong her afterglow.

His hands were free then and he groaned at how it hurt a little to move his arms them, but this was important to him to do. He took her thighs in his hands and ran his palms over her very softly, though it was killing him a little to do that. But he knew that if he could forget about what he wanted for the moment, then this might make a far better start to what he wanted more than anything - to have his first touches of her be caresses. He reached with one hand to hold her breast and she clamped her hand over his with a quiet cry.

She raised her head in midair and cooed to him as the waves went on and on, fading a little slowly. She held his head tenderly in both hands, running her fingers through his hair. He looked so happy with his eyes drinking her in. He didn't look to her to be doing it only for her. He didn't move now, he just sucked gently.

Nectar of the gods. He'd heard it called that, the juices of a woman's arousal. He'd always liked it too, but this was different because it came from her. He looked up through the soft white glow of that fur of hers and mapped out the extent of it with his eyes. Most of the short thatch, he couldn't focus on, of course, but where he could, he was fascinated at how it faded out, but never quite did, the way that it tapered off to an almost invisible stripe. He blinked and reached for her ribs so that he could feel more of her wonder.

She was pure silky moving onyx to him, with soft hair that turned into just the barest little trail, a soft white stripe that ran up over her hard belly to end at her navel. It was white as well, but he wondered if she even knew that it was there. You had to be this close, he told himself. He reached around her hip and found that he could get to it and he softly ran his fingers along it once. He watched her head come up again to smile at him.

What he felt then was the beneficence of his goddess in her gaze. He hoped that he was doing this well for her. He knew that there likely had many who'd worshipped at this shrine, but he felt an earnest desire to offer her his best.

"Ohhh ..." she sighed quietly as she felt another soft little gush leave her as it slowed, "Only drink what I give, Barrett. You are the one, ... drink, ..."

Her voice faded off as did what came to him. He felt as though he'd had a gallon of her, but it really hadn't been much until near the end, it had only been a little more than it took to keep him amazed and happy, though when she came it had been quite a bit. He couldn't look, but he felt soaked.