A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 51

Kalina nodded, "I saw him earlier talking to the one which I ride, Trom. They are friends. When I asked later, Trom said that Mahkhad told him that he loves you, but he feels a little hopeless about it."

"Loves me?" Natasha asked, "Why? Hopeless in what way?"

Kalina shrugged, "He is confused. He knows how he feels, but he doesn't think that you would want him."

Natasha blinked for a moment and then she smiled a little, "I'll tell you a dark little secret of mine, Kalina. I find that I often look at him and wonder what it might be like with him. We've kissed a little and it was wonderful, but the rest? I don't know."

Kalina sat down, "I think that I need to tell you a few things, since you have been in here and away from everything for almost two days now. You would not be the pioneer among us if you tried it with Mahkhad."

Natasha's eyes opened wide at that, "One of us has ... who?"

Kalina chuckled, "Maybe it might be a shorter list to say which of us has not. I was with Trom last night. Almost all of the girls have tried it and most of them are now in some sort of pairing with their demons. If you had been outside of here last night, you'd have seen an orgy, though most only did it with the ones that they ride.

It was a little funny to me," she said, "the boys found females who liked them though Yossi and Aviv were with their male demons."

Natasha pushed herself up a little, "You're joking. How?"

Kalina chuckled, "Well pretty slowly, obviously. How else? Well slowly at first..."

"Kalina, be honest with me," Natasha chuckled, "You can't expect me to believe that everybody is fucking with those demons. You've really ..."

"Not everybody," Kalina said, "I guess there are maybe four or six who aren't yet -- counting you, and yes, I did. Trom and I went most of the night until I couldn't anymore. From what Mirai said, it is possible to get pregnant that way, but it isn't easy. I'm sure that Mahkhad wants you, but he is doubtful that you would want him for that and he also has trouble with the way that we are.

From talking with his uncle, he knows that we fall in love differently -- and that is what he wants with you. The demons just see somebody that they like and then if it's a little mutual, they just fuck and work on a relationship afterward. That's what Trom and I are doing now. Mahkhad knows that women want the love to be there first, if possible. Well, a lot of us."

Natasha was amazed and she looked at Kalina a little searchingly for a moment, "And you, Kalina? What is it that you are looking for?"

"My friend,", the dark-haired girl smiled, "I live now as if I may not see another day. I am having my fun with a male such as I have never thought to have in my life. He treats me well and I do as I can for him. It looks to me like I can have something much more if this grows more, but I am not asking anything much of my life more than enough food, a little love and a lot of safety in his large arms.

So I think that if you want something like that with Mahkhad, you shouldn't wait too long after your period to begin to show him. He is considered very attractive to the female demons here, and a couple of the girls have their eye on him as well.

In fact, why not let him help with your cramps tonight? I'm sure that he'd like that. It would be messy, but I know that you'd like the heat."

Natasha would have shaken her head at the idea immediately. She knew that there was a difference between her and Kalina. Kalina didn't mind a slow quiet fuck when she was menstruating, if she had a partner who didn't mind. But it was something that Natasha almost recoiled against. Then she looked up, "What heat?"

Kalina laughed softly, "They're hot inside. I'm sure you've noticed how they heat a place only by being in it. Trust me, Natasha, just let him comfort you the way that I see that he wants to. You won't regret it."

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When Mahkhad returned, he brought food and something to drink for her and they ate together mostly in a sort of silent tension. He finished eating first and asked how she felt and she told him that it was better, for the moment.

"I'm thankful, to have you for my friend," she said in her halting accent when she spoke English, "You were so kind to want to rub me and the way that you hold me -- even when I say I didn't want that ... well, you were right and was so good to be held because someone wanted to make it better for me.

Everything then for me is wanting to get away and be alone because I hurt and feel so bad. But you become even more of friend then, is very different for me." She chuckled a little, "By the end, I didn't even mind it so much when you heated the water and even washed me. If you knew me better," she smiled shyly, "this is something big to me."

She looked at him and smiled, "Later, I think of it while you were gone." She put her empty platter down and stood up. Standing next to him where he sat, she reached to hug him and she held on, laying her head against him and pulling herself against his body when he raised his other arm to hold her there.

She lifted her head and when he turned, she kissed him for a moment and then smiled as she looked at him, "You know, is almost like how that I think you want to care for a female that you love."

He looked at her and nodded.

"Well," she said touching his cheek, "Something you should know about human women is that... to us, we want to be our best for a male like that, not hurting and feeling dirty like now."

"I know this," he said quietly in that low voice that he used when what he said was only for her, "if I could, I would make it all go away for you, but I cannot."

"But you try anyway," she smiled, "and I am beginning to think that ... Mahkhad, do you love me?"

His voice was even quieter and almost a whisper then, "Yes."

"Well I love you," she said in a whisper herself, kissing him again as his other arm lifted and he very carefully hugged her, mindful of the way that her body ached.

After standing that way for a time, she groaned as her hips complained to her when she knelt before him and looked up. "I don't know much about this, but I want to try," she said as she held her hand against the fold of his skin which covered his genitals. She leaned against his huge chest and closed her eyes as she caressed the spot, feeling the reaction in him beginning.

She looked down and watched as the fold pulled slowly back to expose what he had and to her, it was very humanlike in many respects, and she wondered what she might have imagined that it looked like. She reached for it and held it in her hand -- as much as she could for a moment as she came to a decision.

The decision caused her to lower her head and she opened her mouth almost before she knew it. She found that it was very warm on her tongue and she leaned her head against his thigh with a groan so that she could reach a little further and try to hold his scrotum. That wasn't even possible, she realized after a second, and so she settled for caressing it softly as Mahkhad groaned above her.

She thought about it. She was on her knees licking and sucking the male part of a large demon. As long as her thoughts were here, she thought to herself, she finished it. She was fellating a demon who looked a little lizard-like in some ways and in other ways he looked something like a ... well, she didn't know what he could be compared to, but despite the sound of the words, she saw so much on him that she liked, once she'd had the time for it.

She didn't know what he could be compared to, it was true, but she did know that she was falling in love with him, and that she liked doing this when she'd never liked it before in her life.

Her cramps came to the fore and her hips began to feel as though they'd turned against her in protest of her position, so before it could change the way that she felt, she stood up and removed everything. Mahkhad sat up and looked at her in surprise.

"I start to hurt again," she said in the Russian-flavored English that he loved to hear, "Please sit back. Before I lose my courage, I want to do this now. I cannot offer much enjoyment to you like this, but - "

"I seek to give you comfort," he said, "so if you find that there is little or no comfort to be had, then tell me. Mating, if you wish it with me can be at any time. I wish to make you feel better."

"I cannot say,"Natasha whispered looking down, "I feel worse when I am near anyone when I am like this. I do not even want to talk with anyone. But you try so hard, and Kalina suggested that it might help. She said that we can fit together and that she mates with Trom."

He said nothing, only nodding. Mahkhad did not want it to be seen as trying to influence her in either direction if she was making a choice. They weren't the same, but he knew that he wanted to know the love of such a fascinating and lovely creature.

She turned away from him and carefully sat down, reaching under herself to guide his hot shaft to her opening. Her body complained at the treatment, but Natasha had decided by then and she did her best to ignore it. This was for him, as messy as it could likely be; this was for Mahkhad and if it helped her, that was fine. If not, well she knew that it would have to come to an end eventually.

Even she didn't have a period forever. It just felt like that.

The thing which was at her gate felt a little like a hot poker, though she knew that it was only warm, and she settled onto it so that it slid into her as far as the position allowed. Mahkhad grunted and Natasha let out a long and deep groan.

"It feels so ... so hot," she whispered, "so ... so good."

Natasha held still for a minute or so, just taking in the warmth that she felt. She noticed then that it wasn't a constant warmth, either. It came to her in little waves -- amazing little pulses of warmth and she reached for his arm then. Just above his hand, she found his comforting pulse and she knew then what it was.

Natasha tried to speak, but it came out as a soft moan with words in it, "Mahkhad ... Please lie back and .., pull me back with you. I wa-nt more inside me."

He held her then and he leaned backwards until he was leaning against the wall, the horns on his back pressing against the soft stone. Natasha moaned louder as she felt more of his length slide into her. As she went backwards, she made sure to trust him, refusing her natural tendency to be nervous in what amounted to her falling slowly over backwards. She knew him well enough now, she told herself firmly.

When she was sure that he was as far backward as he would go, Natasha only moved a little and not all of the time. She just wanted to keep what was inside of her interested enough to remain as rock-hard as it was for a time. She drew her knees back and spread them as widely as she could, a little amazed that her hips seemed to be on-side now.

She found herself writhing just a little; she couldn't help it, really, it just came naturally to her in this position that she'd never been in before.

"Ohhh," she sighed, "hhhh. ... Mahkhhhhhadd, that feels ... so ... so, hhhh ... good. Hhh...hhold me, Mahkhaaaad. Hold ... me."

For a long time they were mostly silent, her sighs and exhalations providing the most punctuation. But once in a while, Mahkhad would exhale a little differently, as though he'd been holding his breath for a time and when that happened, Natasha felt the hot blasts of his breath against her from over her shoulder, the heated air warming her chest and belly, teasing her overly-sensitive nipples so wonderfully.

"...Hhhh. ... fuck... ohhh, ... fu-uck me, Mahkhad. Ohh. ... Fuck me slo-oowly, my lo-ove, lyubimaya moya. Ohh, Mahkhad... ah - ahhh."

He was very gentle with her and he went on a long time, only picking up the pace a little in gentle steps. He groaned and hissed now and then, but mostly, he whispered that he loved her when he could.

"What does it mean?" he asked, "What you said?"

Natasha's head was pressed back against him as she arched her back. "It ... it means, ...hhhh, my sweethh-heart." She worked her hips forcefully once since she needed to then. "Oh!, ... ohhh, I fall for you even in my misery, Oh, .... mmmm."

Natasha lay on him in complete submission, her knees bent and her legs splayed wide. She held onto her thighs now and then or she allowed her hand to trail down to touch his muscled ribs, still so amazed that she was here like this, allowing a beast like this to drive the two of them this way. She'd never have intended it, but it felt so good to her and so right that she just pressed her head back and thrashed when she actually came -- something that she hadn't expected out of this at all.

She came hard and tried to buck as she thrashed on him so much that he had to hold her. It was like a signal to him and he began to fuck her harder. Natasha almost wailed in her joy.

Nothing hurt anymore. Nothing.

Her body was more than fine for the moment, and in her mind, Natasha suddenly knew where she belonged, and it was here against him. Men had only hurt her and subjected her to things which she hadn't wanted to do. Mahkhad had shown her unending kindness and care for her and though he was large and strong enough to kill her with likely no effort at all, she suddenly knew that she held his massive heart in her hand.

He came with a hard, though careful thrust which he held as he emptied himself inside of her. Natasha knew it at once and it pushed her over the edge once more to feel the hot flow of his seed into her, filling her, finding every little place inside her where it could go, and then when there was room for no more, she felt it run out of her and over her cheeks. In a few seconds, she knew that she was lying in a small puddle of it on his belly as it cooled under her.

They didn't move for a long time as he softened very slowly. Even so, he was still inside her. She had to lift herself a little when she sought to get up. A look over her shoulder at his face showed her what she thought was a touch of sadness and she asked why.

"I wanted to hold you longer," he said quietly.

Natasha smiled at him, "Mahkhad, I will be hard to run away from now. I only wanted to lie on you different way, that is all."

She was on him again as soon as she could manage it, lying on her front on top of his chest, hugging him as he held her. She lifted her head to smile at him a few minutes later, "Please say to me that you are mine, Mahkhad. I never feel this way before, but I need to know that I have your love and that this was not only for me."

"I can think of nothing but you," he said, "it has been like this for days to me. I am yours if you are my female now." He rolled his eyes then, "I am yours even if you are not. I have never felt this way with anyone before either."

There was quite obviously a lot of quiet loving going on in the large chamber when Mahkhad walked in with Natasha close beside him. It wasn't loud for the most part, just quite a bit of sighing and soft moans. Natasha kept her face against his neck as they made their way to the slowly flowing water in the large pool.

Natasha didn't really want to be seen in this way by the others, but a part of her did at the same time. She was proud now that she and Mahkhad had begun. There was hardly anyone looking at them anyway, she thought, they were all busy themselves. As she looked around from where she knelt in the water being gently washed by Mahkhad, she noticed the pair closest to them.

It was Amos, a young and quite handsome man of perhaps twenty-three, and he was lying on a female demon, making love to her as her legs were wrapped tightly around him with her long tail slowly moving over the skin on his back, neither of them looking at her.

Mahkhad washed them both as quietly as he could before she swung up onto his back quickly and he carried her dripping back to their bed where she got down and laid down still wet and she rolled onto her front, looking to him as though she was climbing a horizontal rock wall.

Though the room was warm, he could see a few goosebumps on her skin as he eased down beside her and covered them both with a fur blanket. Natasha complained quietly that they were wet, and he only smiled as he pulled her against him and said that it wouldn't last long.

As she felt the first of his body's heat under the fur, Natasha moved and raised her leg so that it was over his waist. She kissed him softly and closed her eyes.

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All this time later, the fires in Lozenjellis were long out and even at the bottom of the charred and melted ruin of the giant warehouse, there was but little heat left.

It had begun at a very low and barely perceptible rate but after half a week, the pace had been carefully accelerated -- always in a way that was mindful of the relative scarcity of available oxygen at the bottom -- always at a rate which was geared to the available heat which still remained.

Quite literally, it had been a long and slow balancing act and it slowed both as it neared completion in anticipation of the next phase and aware of the decreasing available heat as the embers cooled.

At first, even if one stood crouching at ground level inside the ruin and watching the pile of incinerated wreckage carefully, nothing would have been evident, but deep inside, there was force slowly being applied, feeling, testing, relaxing, resting.

At last, there was nothing more to be gained and it was time for the quicker regeneration which was desired, and so the rubble began to move a little for a few minutes and then everything was still once more. It was near the middle of the night in Lozenjellis and most people were asleep. Until that moment, things were rather still and calm.

A half a minute later, things were nearly, but not quite still again, though now, people were awake and looking to see what the noise had been. Some stood on the crumbling sidewalks and some stood looking out of their windows. There was nothing to be seen.

In the morning, however, people began to think that something had indeed happened. People were missing other people which they saw often in their lives. Husbands awoke and their women were gone or vice versa. Children walked everywhere looking for something to eat and calling for their parents. Employers found that perhaps some of their workers didn't come to work.

In the middle of that oddness, there was the crater -- a hole where there had been a burned out building for the past weeks. Most of it was still there, but in the middle of it, there was a hole, as though the debris which had been there the day before was now thrown off. There was nothing to be seen in that hole. It was just a blackened basement room. After a few days, life returned to some normalcy, though the missing remained that way and were never seen again.

Not all that far away in what had once been one of the many suburbs clustered fairly close to the city, there was a new resident, and he was seeking to gain what he could from the life forms around him.

He was perhaps nine and a half or ten feet tall, and his skin was gray and mottled. A little lanky due to his age and still in a weakened state, he moved in the shadows at night and took the lives of the humans around him to add the force of it to his own, and wherever he went, he left half-hidden husks behind him.

After a week of it he began to leave only piles of fine ash which the slightest movement of the air would blow away. For the moment, he was patient and content, but he knew what he'd do in a little while. To the northwest, there were other cities. All one had to do was follow the Pacific coast northward and you'd find them. He needed the life that he could steal, but he also had a strong want in him that he forced into the back of his mind.