A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 38

When he reached to hold one of her breasts, Rachel gasped so hard it almost left her as a whistle and he watched as she pulled away to look down at his large hand kneading her tit so gently. Rohkanh saw the soft and needful look in her face and she smiled a little then, her teeth showing as her tongue slid out of her mouth to lick the top of his hand. She couldn't tell him, but she was reeling in his grasp, so taken with his touch when she'd only been used to having them grabbed a little roughly. There were times that she wanted that, but even here as they both struggled with their desires it told her something of him.

They stopped suddenly and looked into each other's eyes. They were two very different kinds of demon, but there was a lot of commonality. Only the degree of sophistication was different. Rohkanh came from a more primitive place and he was beginning to feel that to someone like Rachel, he must appear as something of a savage, so he was mindful of that. But he was overlooking something.

Savage was just what Rachel had always wanted when she was hot for a male. The degree depended on where she was in it. No male had ever figured that out about her, not that many had ever had the chance.

She looked up with the black eyes of her kind into the dark eyeballs which were growing coal back and shiny in their lust. She loved the thoughtful way that he'd looked at her with those light gray irises of his, but they were disappearing now. Rachel would be the first to say that she didn't know all that much about Rohkanh and the ways of his kind of demon.

But she knew what would happen when the last of the gray was gone from those eyes.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she said, mostly because she thought that she had to say it. He looked into her lovely face and saw how she struggled. He was struggling as well, but with something else. Her beauty and the want that he felt from her forced him at last and he managed to gasp out a word to her as he looked at her long blonde hair for a second, "Breshtugh."

It was all that he had and he buried his face against her neck, opening his mouth to hold her soft throat in his long teeth.

Rachel almost screamed and her hands reached around him, pulling him to her tightly and trying to claw into him with her long nails, "What -- what does that mean?"

She heard his reply and almost screamed again when he bit her gently and growled into her ear.

"Mine."

She pulled back then and looked up, her mouth open as she panted for a second before she pulled him just as he was throwing her and her back slammed into the rock as they turned around. She felt the hardness against her belly and a little of the wetness which was oozing from the tip of that hot thing against her thigh. She reached down to grab it in a last attempt to stop something which was now going to happen anyway as surely as the dawn.

Her hand shot by in her haste and she felt his scrotum. Her long fingers curled around it in something of a reflex, but ...

She couldn't hold it all. Rachel's eyes flew open as she realized that she was trying to cup something that would require two hands to hold onto properly.

Jesus Fucking H., she thought; she felt as though she was holding a small grocer's bag with a couple of large pears in it. Barrett's male goat didn't have a pair like this and he looked as though he was almost dragging a male udder around behind him. Rachel groaned, thinking of how much juice this male could probably make. All she'd seen on him was the mat of hair hanging there between his thighs and it had strongly suggested a bulge. Rachel groaned again as she gave in to caressing it.

She decided that he ought to advertise a lot better.

"Mine," Rohkanh growled past his lips as he took her throat in his teeth again.

"Yours," Rachel snarled to the heavens and began to try to claw her way up the rock face of the mountain backwards while trying to get higher on him at the same time. "And mine," she almost sang as she got to where she wanted to be and moved her hand to get the two of them lined up.

As he felt that he was in the right place, he pressed himself into her in a long slow thrust and Rachel let go of him with one hand to wave it so that the outer doors of the portal closed soundlessly. She almost howled as he slid that thing into her slowly. She was wet for him. She'd felt this coming for the past few minutes, but she was still a little concerned, wanting him in there but not wanting him to drag his way inside.

Rohkanh was as far gone as she was, but he wasn't inexperienced or selfish. He pressed it forward, but this wasn't meant to be Rachel being speared. This was Rohkanh taking a female who was worth more than he could ever say to her -- even if he could speak this odd language and could manage poetry.

"Mine," she groaned as it kept sliding in thickly, spreading her wide and she hoped that she could handle a beast like this. But demons are deep inside themselves and she managed, a little to her happy surprise.

"Sweet hellfire," she hissed to him with a grin, "Rohkanh, you're so fucking beautiful. Please baby, oh please fuck me."

She looked into his eyes and he smiled and said words in that wonderfully deep voice of his that went right through her to hear them. Rachel kissed him when he finished and she thrilled to feel the weight of his testicles as they pressed against her thighs. He was all the way in and she was nailed to the wall.

As he began to try to drive her through it, Rachel sighed and cried and moaned as her passion began to take her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around the most incredible male in her known universe. As she grunted and growled right along with him, Rachel did laugh just once. Her contracting muscles as she laughed didn't bother Rohkanh a bit where Azrael would have flinched in discomfort and most likely been ejected. This wonderful beast hardly noticed it.

She wondered what the fuck she'd wasted all of that time crying over Azrael for.

As Rachel and Rohkanh screamed at each other, biting and clawing at each other's bodies, Simmit smiled as she drove through the night. Unless Rachel was an idiot -- and she certainly didn't think that she was -- Simmit was fairly certain that they'd be fucking by now. It was her sincere hope, anyway.

They'd talked about it quietly as they'd walked along the tunnel. Rohkanh had asked her if it wouldn't be wrong if it happened and she'd shaken her head with a little giggle, "Do you want her, brother?"

"Yes," he'd said, "Other than you, I have never wanted a female more in my life -- and from the first sight of her. I love you, Simmit, and I can love your girl there well for you both, but I want this one more than my next breath."

"Then take her if it happens," Simmit had smiled as she'd looked back over her shoulder, "She is the perfect choice for our family."

Rachel's back was being scraped and bruised but she didn't care. She moved to climb up a little higher on Rohkanh, knowing what she desperately needed to feel now and confident that this magnificent male could take it in his stride where not even Azrael could have managed it. She climbed a little higher with that thing still inside of her to look into his eyes from a little above. There was still enough of that wonderfully warm meat in her for her to keep him there. Whoever had built this boy had done it right.

He watched her lick her lips for a second as she considered her hope and then she reached out as he held her by the ribs. His strong hands felt incredible against her and she sighed as she slipped her long fingers into his mane. Her sigh became a needful moan as she pulled his head to her as she offered her breasts to him. He stepped back a little from the wall, taken with what she offered him.

She screamed and writhed as she felt his teeth and his tongue against her stone-hard nipple and she pressed herself against him more as her wings rose behind her to flutter and beat slowly. When he released her breast, she let herself down onto that hot shaft inside far enough so that they were face to face.

Rachel was deep into this now, as far beyond caring as he was. All that she wanted now was to give him everything, needing everything from him at the same time. They kissed each other savagely and she even surprised him when she stopped, holding his head in her hands to lick his face for a moment before she whipped her spine and drove herself onto him as hard as she could. She did it again, loving the groans that he heard from him as her wings flapped once each time. Again and again and again she pushed, harder each time than the last as she found strength for this mating that she didn't know that she had.

This one act suddenly became as important to them as their lives, though neither of them would have been able to explain it afterward and only Rohkanh knew what it was, and only from hearing of it.

She hung onto that handsome face as they looked at each other, him holding himself still for her while she fucked against him as hard as she could.

She bashed their pubic bones together when she jammed herself onto him, more in lust than she'd ever been in her life. She needed that hot thing deep inside of her, but she also needed to see him. Every time that she slammed them together, she grunted hard to him, needing him to know.

Each time that she pulled away, she did it a little slowly and she whimpered or moaned a little because it felt so good to her to make him see that they were good for each other in this. She dragged herself backward and threw her hips forward again and again, reveling in the joy, keening in her need of more as he began to match the way that she pounded against him.

She heard the wet slaps as they connected and it sounded so right. She didn't know if there would be blood on them both for the way that their skin smarted at this abuse.

She didn't care and he was far beyond caring himself. She grinned to see that he knew that was in a female who could take this sort of bashing and want more. It hurt a little and Rachel mewled out her request for more because to them, it was so good, ...

But she didn't close her eyes.

Not once. They only looked at each other's eyes during all of this.

Their mouths were open and they saw a little of each other's blood from their bruised lips, but they kept looking - never moving their eyes beyond the other one's face. As she fucked hard and steadily, their gazes narrowed down to only the other one's eyes.

Where Rohkanh was from, this was something a little legendary, this mating while both partners eyes were locked. It was a natural demon thing which almost never happened for most of his kind, and never happened at all for protectors. They were far too large to manage this with the females of their own species.

Where she was from, this was something that she knew nothing of, since her mother had been human and knew nothing of it herself. But Rachel had gotten the genes for this, far more than Azrael had. It was why she was quite literally a demon when the mood was on her and it was why no male had ever taken her to this place, this darkness which came for them both.

They saw less and less of everything else, as they saw more and more of each other. Rachel saw the kind of male that she was mating with far more clearly than she'd have ever learned in any other way if she'd had five years to do it.

Rohkanh saw her and everything about her with absolute clarity. There were no deceptions possible in this dark place -- there was nothing which Rachel could have hidden from him even if she'd wanted to. Her heart quailed only a little as her fears over the things that she saw as defects in her body and her being a mother and not a maiden any longer and why someone like him would have ever wanted her in the first place were swept aside violently and she saw only him -- and what Rohkanh REALLY thought of her.

At any other time, she might have gasped, or sighed to receive this knowledge. She might have felt the need to sit down in pleasant shock as she considered it all.

But in this place, there was nothing but the beat of their bodies slamming against each other. She just knew it -- that was all. She also knew that he knew that she could be headstrong and willful sometimes, but not very often if she was given what her heart needed. She'd never have called it what it was, but she knew at the same instant what he knew - that Rachel needed to be loved and in return, she'd give everything in her power to give.

At any other time, she'd have been mortified to know that he now knew the way that she loved to be loved -- as if he didn't already have the knowledge from the way that she was doing this. She saw it as he learned the other ways that she craved it -- and had only gotten enough in her whole life to know that she needed more than she'd ever been allowed to have.

This was the Knowing and it came to some pairs but very rarely. Just on the other side of it lay the abyss, and there was no turning back now.

Rachel wrapped her legs around Rohkanh as he sank to his knees in the snow. She allowed him the length of her arms as she leaned back and drove her hips against him in this position. The distance between their eyes meant nothing. They still stared and saw only the other one's eyes looking back as their wet loins slapped together. He took her hips in his hands to help her and they began their descent together as they went on and on seeing nothing but those eyes.

Rachel keened and wailed often, but usually it was just their grunting as they grew frantic together. Her orgasm had been curiously absent for longer than she'd have ever thought possible, but Rachel didn't care about anything now as long as it came. The trouble was that when it did, she didn't even see it coming to her at all.

Her head fell back when it hit her so hard and she hung from his neck by her outstretched arms as she held onto his mane as well in her clenched fists. There wasn't even a sound from her but some wet-sounding and very quiet clicks in her throat as she was transfixed. Two seconds after her, Rohkanh felt his rush and jammed into Rachel as he came. He repeated it with each contraction again and again, until he had nothing more to give her. Rachel hung there for a moment longer and then her fingers released the mane that she'd wound them into as she fell the last of the way into the snow.

Rohkanh found himself kneeling over her and he lifted her instantly to hold her to him as though she was a rag doll. He tried to wipe the snow from her back, but her wings hung in the way limply. The soft groan that he heard caused his large hear to bang in his chest painfully for a moment as she shuddered and bucked a little on her way back to him.

Rachel needed to breathe and she found the hair that she loved in her way, so she pushed herself away a little and Rohkanh laid her down to sit back himself and stare at her. He'd have given everything that he had to be able to speak to her now.

Rachel leaned back on her elbows, a little surprised that she didn't mind the cold of it, but the gusts of the wind seemed to tease her now very sensitive genitals and an errant puff caused her hips to buck a little. She was amazed and wondered if he'd turned her into a cat in heat now.

The motion was involuntary, but is had been seen. She saw him looking at her cleft and she felt the first of his semen begin to trickle from her lips. She caught his eye as she ran her fingers over it and he watched as she licked them once.

A pleasant thought came to her mind and she bucked her hips just a little at him. Nothing crude, it was more of a hopeful thing as she smiled.

Rachel smiled a lot more as Rohkanh came to her on his hands and knees to do as she was asking without a word spoken between them. She leaned back a little more and spread her legs for him as he lifted her hips to his lowered face to worship and lick her softly. Rachel leaned on one elbow and caressed his head while she mewled her feelings to him for a few minutes. The orgasms that he brought her with his mouth were very gentle and she loved him for it.

But no matter where one might find a small piece of paradise, reality and the world at large always wait not far off. What had passed between them came to an end and they stood up to hold each other in the cold wind. Rachel stared at what she'd done to him and she knew all that she needed to know about her own appearance from the way that her face was tender in a few places and her tongue could find traces of her own blood to taste.

There was no point asking herself what she'd done. The answer was in the slightly swollen lip of his and it was also running down her leg. When Rachel was mating, she'd never minded the way that Azrael's semen left her. It always felt a little naughty -- as long as she didn't have to walk or deal with others. But Rohkanh gave her a lot, she guessed, since he must have gotten some when he'd loved her with his mouth and yet, here was more and in the coldness of the wind, it felt more like an indictment. Her wet and snow-bedraggled hair told quite a tale as well.

Rohkanh said something and when she noticed that he wasn't beside her anymore, she found him in front of her, cleaning her legs and vulva with his tongue. Rachel hung onto his horns and got through it. When he got to his feet, she stepped into his arms again and his wings surrounded her. She never wanted to be anyplace else, she told herself, but, ...

"We fly now," she heard him say and she wanted to shake her head and refuse, but Sariel was with Simmit and Copper. Rachel thought about it, deciding that what they'd done might have been wrong, but it was also something that she wouldn't run from. She tried to tell him this and found him nodding through her points and arguments before she realized that his comprehension had improved markedly. He seemed to be waiting for something from her, and he looked so good to her that she kissed him softly. The way that he held her made her want to cry for the thought that -

She looked up at him and he smiled.

"What is it that you're waiting for, Rohkanh? You look as if you're waiting for me to say something," she said.

"Brohke jursht shellah xhen, Rachel?" he said very softly in that deep voice that she couldn't get enough of.

She nodded, "Yes, Rohkanh," she smiled a little, "You 'loved me' very well. I've never been with someone who could do those things to me and make me feel like that, but that doesn't change how it was wrong.

"Jauqit shah," he said as he shook his head and she stared at him, seeing that they understood each other a lot better. She pointed to his mouth and then to her ear, "How?"

He heaved a bit of a satisfied smile and placed his finger against the center of his chest for an instant before he touched her in the same place. "Iye mirkrit," he said, still smiling.

"We touched?" Rachel asked in confusion, and then she suddenly understood, reaching up to put her arms around his neck. "But, ... Simmit, a-and Copper, what about them? This will hurt them, especially Simmit. I did exactly what I --"

"What we need-ed to do," he said as she noticed the little hurts and smarting sensations of her injured lips and neck receding. The next several sentences from him caused her jaw to drop.

"Yours?" she asked, incredulous at his words, "What do you mean, I'm yours?"

He answered in his language, but Rachel could now comprehend almost all of the words as he said, "Where I was spawned, when a protector fights another male and wins, he can take everything, including the females, even the one's mate. It is different here, from what I saw, but it changes only one thing to me. I wish for you to be my female, and if it is what you wish, then Rohkanh will be Rachel's male."