A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 15

The crying groan that he heard as she came took Dahlgren away. He stared at Faith, her eyes open again, but there was nothing to be seen there but blackness. Her onyx irises had rolled back and remained there as she suckled as though her life depended on it.

He had no time to warn her, not even enough to draw his own breath and bellow as he wanted to. He just came.

Faith's mouth was full instantly and she remembered what she'd seen her mother do. She opened her mouth a little, swallowing all that she could, but giving the rest somewhere go. She groaned louder again as she felt his hands on her head caressing her as the sensation of his semen dripping from her lips came to her mind and she noticed it. With the brunt of the flood past her, it seemed, Faith began to lick him hungrily, wanting all of it that she could get, and wondering why. She decided that it was a little satisfying after a moment to do that. Besides, her tongue found that some of it was hanging there dripping from his balls and that gave her the excuse to ...

He groaned and she felt him contract again, though not very strongly now, and what that brought her was a little of it running down his shaft to wet her cheek.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet suddenly and Faith smiled up at him very wetly. "I know I did it right that time!" She laughed, "I told you I just needed a little practi-."

But her eyes opened wide as she saw his face. He looked so good to her and his eyes were glazed over with his emotion.

"Thank you," his voice came to her hoarsely. She had only enough time to see what was there in his face before her eyes closed from the feeling in her chest and the soft and earnest way that his mouth and tongue licked his own seed from her face. His arms pulled her to him and one of them slid down to her ass, pulling her against him while the other slipped around the front to work inward to her breast.

"Don't bother with that," she heard herself say, "There ain't much for a man like you to enjoy there."

"Shut the fuck up," she heard him growl into her ear quietly, "They're the best I've ever seen."

Her head fell back a little as he kissed and licked her throat. "Sorry, but I love your tits. I'm just tired of you talking like that. You keep thinking in human terms. You hate what you are, Faith, but you're the most beautiful demon girl that I've ever seen in my life. Tits come in all shapes and sizes but I can't think of anything nicer on you than what you have."

He chuckled under her ear after a moment. "I guess I'll just have to show you, that's all."

Faith would have been shocked and surprised. Thinking about it afterward, she was sure that her amazement would have been clearly evident on her face. But she had no time to think about it.

The next thing that she knew, her world became a blur around her and her breath was forced out of her lungs a little. By the time that she knew what was happening, she was draped over his shoulder and his hand was on her thighs just under her little ass. The world was a bit of desert mountain scenery which was receding from her as he walked.

"What are you doing?" she asked when she'd been able to get a breath into her.

"I'm taking you back to where we slept," she heard him say in a quiet, low growl.

"Uh, okay, Dahlgren," she said, "but, ..."

He stopped then. "Don't tell me that you're going to ask me why. You're actually going to ask me, aren't you?"

"Well, I thought that we was gonna go get something to eat," she said, "I thought that I was supposed to be trying to figure out what I'm s'posed to do with these wings or something."

Her ass stung suddenly and she yelped, "Hey! What was that for?"

"I'm trying to get your brain to catch up to events here, "he chuckled as he began to walk again. "I know that we're all alone here, and it's probably not the best place for it, and, ... well the way that you grew up, you probably don't know much about the mating habits of humans and two different kinds of demons, do you?

I mean other than inserting part A into part B," he said as he walked.

"I know about that, Dahlgren," she said rolling her eyes, "what else do I gotta know about? What else is there? And you're wrong, Mister True Ranger, sir. I'm the one with part A.

Part B -- that's your part, gets taken into Part A -- that's my part. There's some ranger school where they teach you this stuff, isn't there? Didja skip off that day or what?"

He stopped again and cursed quietly to himself. "I've seen red demons mating before, and they seem to do that pretty well. I guess it's because they get a lot of chances to practice, since it's all they do, other than try to kill each other or somebody else. But other than that, there doesn't seem to be much of anything of a ritual to it. They just fuck."

"Well what's wrong with that," she asked," other than you get more of them from it?"

He sighed, "What's wrong with it is that there's no courtship to it, no getting to know the other person and growing close beforehand. That's what's wrong with it."

"That sounds so nice, Dahlgren, "she said, "But what is it that's bothering you?"

"What's bothering me is everything," he said, "No matter what we both are, we're half human between us, aren't we? And we're here in the middle of this frying pan, you called it, with a caved-in mountain over there, and a hundred vultures in the streets of that town, picking over the lumps of dead meat out there. I don't know about you, but I don't want to look at it much more. It's not helping my mood or my want to romance you."

Faith's eyes grew to the size of saucers, "Romance me? You want to romance me? Well hot damn!"

"You're the one who made all the noise about wanting to come with me," he said, "You told me that you felt as though there was something more. Well I think that there is, Faith."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with me suckin' on you just now would it?" she asked a little cautiously.

"Yes and no," he said. "I've never been with anyone who could do what you can do and not know much about how to do it. You just do it anyway, and I've never felt anything like that. But there is something else, Faith.

Nobody," he said, "Nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do inside me. So I've decided that I'll have to play this differently, that's all. It's the best that I can do, I'm afraid, and I just hope that it's good enough for you."

"What in blazes are you talkin' about now?" she asked, "You're leaving me in the dust with your fancy talk."

He sighed, "All that I can do, all that's left, as far as I can tell, is to just do this in the way of the kind of demon that I also am, and that's not the way that it's done now."

She squirmed a little, "Well if you'd get to the point soon, it would be good. It's heading for lunchtime. OW!" Her backside stung again.

"You'd better be going somewhere with all this pretty soon," she growled herself, "or I'll just light up the really nice tail that I see that you have back here. You've spent the last five minutes talking to my ass. I'm back here, the rest of me, in case your eyes ain't working too well. But if you slap my face like you just done to my ass, well I'll kill you."

He slapped her butt again, but before she could respond, Faith gasped as the fingers of the hand on her thighs slipped between her haunches to press against her lips. Her annoyance flew from her instantly.

"If you'll give me a chance," he said softly over his shoulder, "I'd like to say that I'm going to do this in the old way, where a male chooses a female who seems to like him enough for it."

She groaned as his fingers pressed into her a little more.

"What I'm trying to say is that I've chosen you, Faith. You don't have to beg or anything else. You seem to want me -- and I was thinking about how you might not be thinking clearly. But I know what I saw and I know what was between us, and it's more than just what we were doing."

He heard her sigh and then he didn't hear anything more.

But he could feel her emotion clearly. If they were in a dark place right then instead of out in the desert sun, Dahlgren wouldn't have been surprised at all if he'd seen her body glowing. He could feel that much of it coming from her, and he knew what it was. It was the acceptance of a female demon of her male, something which almost never happened for his mother's kind anymore. Other than to make the heart in his chest feel as though it would burst, he was very humbled by it

"I can feel that you really mean that," she said quietly, "You don't know how good it makes me feel."

He turned his head a little and kissed her hipbone. "I mean it the same way that you do."

"So, if I've got this right," she began, "this here's the part where you carry me off and, ... what's that word? I read it in a book in the healer's shop back home a long time ago, before she chased me out for not buying it. Ravish? I think that's it. I thought it said radish the first time I read it. And that didn't make any sense. Is this where you carry me away to ravish me?"

"This is the part," he sighed, "where I take you as my female -- that is, if it's what you want."

"I do, Dahlgren," she smiled behind him, "I know this is where I'm s'posed to say I do. Uh, there will be ravishing though, right?"

"I dunno," he said, thinking a little. "It might have to wait now. You said it's getting near lunchtime. I may only radish you for now. I'm already hungry just thinking about it. Come on, Faith. I want to eat now."

She squealed and giggled as she felt his fingers tickle her. Her laughter echoed from the rocks of the mountainside as he carried her away.

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Faith opened her eyes and was immediately thankful that they were in the dappled shade under the trees. Her whole body felt as though it was humming. She held his head as he kissed and sucked her nipples. What that boy could to a girl to make her feel good ...

It was far past that feeling, she realized. Dahlgren the true ranger was making her feel worthwhile and loved. She was coming to revise the way that she felt about her body because of him and how he let her know that he liked it just as it was. She smiled. She couldn't help it. She'd never felt like this in her life.

She lifted her head and kissed the top of his. Those horns spoke of a lot of things to her. She sighed and it ended in a long groan. Faith was coming to believe in herself again, and she felt something else -- something other than the love that she now held for him. As hard and tough as her life had forced her to become in order to survive on her own the way that she had, Faith now felt her acceptance in every inch of her lithe frame. This was past just the sex of it now.

She had a male now. It was a little thing to think or to say, and it took no time to have the thought. But what came to her right afterward, every single time that she had that thought, was the profound pause that the feeling brought to her. She'd long ago accepted that she'd always be alone and die that way one day. Now she was having to change that. She didn't know it, and it only came to her much later in the darkness of the night in her little cave when she'd taken him there, but that was when she knew beyond all doubt.

It was her acceptance and submission to her male. She'd seen herself how a female demon's body can glow softly then. She had no frame of reference for it until he'd told her. For his own kind of demon, it signaled the kind of love that was only mentioned in tales and legends out of their long past now.

All that Faith knew when it began as she hung over his shoulder was that she'd accepted him. It took her a little longer to see that he'd accepted her as well. In the small cave, out of the sight of anyone, she'd seen the way that his hard muscled body glowed softly for her as well.

At this point though, none of that had happened yet. His kisses caused her stomach to ripple under his lips as he worked lower now, agonizingly slowly as he teased and nipped her, tugging on her little stripe of hair which led him lower to her little box of fireworks again. They carried on for hours and when the angle of the desert sun had escaped the overhang of the tree branches, Faith had gotten up to take her male's hand and lead him to her little cave where it was dark and cool. To her happy surprise, he'd laid her down again and picked up right where he'd left off.

"Why?" it was all that she asked as she held her hand against his cheek.

His eyes glazed for a second and his voice rasped just a little as he smiled, and right then, Dalhgren didn't look very human at all. "Are we to be a pair?" he asked.

She nodded as her want of him returned to her. "Yes."

He nodded, "Then I want this, and you need it."

She gasped from the sensation of his teeth chewing gently on her muscles where her leg met her body. Faith opened her eyes, needing to see his now, and she wasn't disappointed in what she saw the next time that he opened them, the glazed reflectiveness of his corneas as they shone his emotion to her.

"I surely don't know much about this business here that you're doing for me," she whispered as she brushed his forelock out of his eyes for him, and he stopped then to listen to her as if spellbound and waiting for some deep wisdom to come to him. It made her smile to think that she had none for him other than to tell him how she felt -- which was exactly what he needed, though she didn't know it.

"But I think you're the finest demon in the world, Dahlgren, and I love you. You've just got to be the best radisher ever," she smiled now that she had her word for when he loved her like this.

But the rest of her thoughts flew from her as she watched him lunge for her the way that it thrilled her to see him do that, as though he couldn't hold it back another second. He'd told her about the way that it came to him at those moments, and how that had never happened for him ever before. He admitted that he was doing this for her, but he also said that it was for him as well and he needed it when it happened somehow.

It didn't matter now. Faith became a wild and crazed thing in only an instant again every time that he did it. All that she could manage -- all that she could really do then, was to reach for his horns. Once she had them in her fists, she could throw her head back and arch her back, using her hips to move her opening up and down in the air for him as she bucked against his face and sang out what came from her to him. She'd lost track of how many times he'd made her buck and wail against his face.

She came hard and long in only minutes this time, but to her surprise, she still had that burning need in her that he seemed to be able to ignite. She pulled him by his horns so that he's stop and give her the other thing that her body demanded from him now. The face that she saw rising there above her belly had changed. He was full into demon now, just a she was herself and they both needed this to live another minute, it seemed.

She let go of his horns then and he rose up, reaching under her legs to lift them up effortlessly as he slid that hot thing of his deep into her in one hard thrust. They both groaned and then he began, lifting her legs higher to hold her up as he began to pound into her. She hung in his grasp, with only her head and her shoulders on the blanket. For someone who'd had only her solitude for so long, she wondered at the way that she just accepted it, never mind the way that she needed it now.

It seemed to mark a symbolism to them of sorts to do it this way. She was yielding to something that he hadn't demanded of her, he'd taken her this way because he knew that they needed it, but he'd lifted her as an offering to her, and she'd acquiesced, making her own offering to him.

"I love you," he snarled, his voice taking on a very different and harsh sound in his need of her. But in that instant, she knew that the need came from somewhere other than his loins. They both understood that this wasn't just two demons fucking mindlessly. This was two demons who were about one-half inch from declaring themselves forever.

For what they were, it was a rare thing. His kind rarely did this anymore and her kind rarely ever got beyond the mindless fucking. Long afterward, they realized that what had brought them to this point together at the same instant was their human sides.

Faith didn't hesitate, though her own throat felt very different to her as she opened her mouth. "I love you," she said, and there was no shy hopefulness as her voice rasped between them. They stopped then. looking at each other and what was there between them. To Faith, Dahlgren was magnificent, the way that his muscled body held her up this way so effortlessly. To Dahlgren, Faith was the embodiment of the perfect female, and the look in her eyes for only him made his heart feel as though it would explode very soon.

He couldn't imagine a finer way to die.

She reached out with her hands and laid them onto his, where they held her legs up from under her knees by her lower thighs.

She moved the muscles inside of herself for them both gently. "I need you so much," her voice grated softly, "If you feel like I do now, and you want to have me forever, then only ask, Dahlgren. Ask it and I'll say my words to you. I don't even know where they come from in me," she whimpered in a little voice which bordered on anguish, "I just know that if you ask me and mean it, then because of how I feel, I'll have to say them to you right from my heart. And I want to, Baby. I want to say them so much. I want to be yours so much it hurts."

"Let me be the male for you," he growled, "and it is what I always will be."

"I accept you, male," she said, knowing the words as they came to her, though she'd never heard that it was what had to be said, "Allow me to be the one for you. Let me be your female, and it is what I will be happy as forever."

He nodded, and Faith's heart leapt against her ribs hard enough to hurt. "I accept you, female."

They hung there, suspended as if by their emotions, her muscles still working them both slowly. He looked at his female, her eyes shining at him in her joy and love. He'd never seen anyone who had ever looked at him this way. She smiled and moved in his grip languidly, her head rolling a little, though her eyes never lost their grip on his as they watched her. Her mouth opened a little more in her bliss and her long, lovely tongue lolled out a little way to lick her sweet lips.

A spasm caught her and her head went back for a moment, but then she looked at him again and she pursed her lips to blow him a little kiss. It was such a tiny thing, the gesture, but it made his heart swell in his chest anyway. His shaft throbbed from it, and she gasped in little sounds and mewled to him wordlessly. Her hands didn't lift from his as they held her hips, but he felt it as her thumbs caressed his.

She clenched onto him then in a spasm and they both groaned. "You're so fucking beautiful," she whispered, "I love you so much."

He looked so powerful and strong to her and yet she knew that he'd never harm her in any way. It was a very new and different feeling to her to have the thought. She'd never been able to trust anyone since she'd been on her own. Now, she suddenly couldn't really imagine not trusting Dahlgren in anything.

She clenched and rippled her muscles inside herself for him, wanting to give him the very best that she could give to him. He moved himself in ways that she hadn't known were possible and it felt so good to her. His eyes rolled back, showing her only onyx blackness a she watched his lips move soundlessly for a moment or two. She wondered what it was, and then she began to feel something change in her. She didn't know what that change was, but she knew then what he'd been doing.