A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 30

He looked up and the goddess who he now worshipped leaned back in space with her head back and her chest heaving. To his amazement, a little more began to come to him and he moved his hands to hold the sides of her haunches. His hand slid from her breast to the hard ridges of her stomach and he ran his fingers over her so softly and for no reason that he could understand, he pet her from her breastbone to her belly a few times.

He just loved the way that her cheeks kissed against his collarbones and chest. Each contraction as it came to her caused her abdomen to tense a little and he marveled at the way that her inky stomach rippled just in front of his eyes. She wasn't shooting into his open mouth anymore, not even flooding him in waves like before. It was just gentle little pulses which wet his hungry tongue.

He heard her whispering something over and over, just a softly whimpered little something which he could barely hear, a sentence of some kind, and each time that she said it, he felt her tense and then a few drops more came to him until she finally stopped. When it finally subsided, there were only the sounds of their breathing.

She felt him move and looked as he pulled her downwards a little. She allowed it and he reached to hold her hips as he rested his cheek on her mound and closed his eyes. She reached to touch the face which to her had been more ruggedly beautiful than anyone that she'd ever seen from her first sight of him.

"The Dark Maiden bless you, Barrett Ransom," she said quietly, "for she surely has blessed me."

He didn't open his eyes, he only smiled as though he was having a wonderful dream as he slept. "So, I did it well for you, Cha'Khah?"

Cha'Khah nodded as she slid her fingers along the strong line of his jaw, "You did it so well."

She sighed, "Leave it me to find a way to test the legend, and I break it in the first attempt and find the sweet secret in the amazing and tender kisses of a fine Rivvil. If you all share this ability, I must carry the knowledge to my death, or all of you will be enslaved by armies of cruel females."

She looked at him very sadly, "And they would find a way to ruin every single one of you. It is what they do best." He raised his head and she felt how easy it would be to fall for him. But it cane to her too late already. She was falling now, as far as she could tell, and it felt wonderful.

"Are they really that bad?" he asked.

"No," she said, "only that selfish. I can say this, I was there."

"What were you saying at the end there" he asked, "I heard you saying something over and over, and what was that about a legend?"

Outwardly, she was a little embarrassed, but inwardly, she was amazed that he'd bother to ask. "Why do you wish to know of this? I was thanking my goddess for finding you."

She looked at his face. He'd moved a little so that he could hold some of her in his field of view, but he hadn't lifted his face from her. He looked so happy and sweet like that.

"I'd want to hear anything that you have to say to me, Cha'Khah. I love to listen to you."

She was surprised again, "You wish to hear of an old legend when I have not pleased you yet? What sort of male are you? I am happy to hear it, but also, ... I am surprised. I have only known one other who would not now demand his pleasure from me if I took too long."

He raised his head and grinned that crooked little smile of his again. She was coming to love the way that it felt to her to see that on his face when he looked at her.

"I might be showing too much of myself here," he smiled, "I guess it's that being really obvious thing again, but I'm right where I want to be - for now, anyway. I know that you want to make me happy here. I know you well enough for that, Cha'Khah, but, ... well, I love doing what we just did, and I can't say that I've ever really had anyone who would let me do that as much as I ever wanted to. Maybe I'm saying too much here, I dunno."

He looked at her sex and everything on her that came to his eye for a moment. "I've never had good luck like this, never known anyone who seems to like me this much either."

He purposely kissed her lips there softly for a moment, not doing anything else, and then he said, "You say that you struggle with English, but I think that you're pretty good at it. You just stumble every now and then. That bothers you, but I like it. You have an accent and a voice that I love to listen to. I think that you could cuss me out and I'd like it."

He laid his head back down and looked up at her, "So if it's not something that's forbidden to tell a Rivvil, I'd be pleased to hear what you were talking about."

She didn't know what to say, so she just tried to do her best. "Most of us worship a cruel goddess. We have many names for her, and I will not say her name here. I wish never to say the name again. But some of us pray to a kinder goddess. When I can, I dance for her in the moonlight and I always ask her to show me a better way to be. Thus far, I believe that with her help, I have made friends where I had none who were worth the name before. I have one who is my very closest friend, and through her and her young son, I know that I am on the path and I am becoming a better person for it.

There is a proper name for her, but to make it easy for you, let us call my goddess the Dark Maiden, and she leads those like me out of the darkness. There is an old legend, not well-known and not believed by any who follow the Spider Queen's faith.

The purpose of a male is to provide his life essence to the female. I do not speak only of making young ones here, but that is a part of it. A female can take this essence in many ways and several places from him, and this she must do. It is her purpose to be the vessel for him just as it is his purpose to fill her. Where I come from, no one cares about this, unless they seek to make their little ones. Few care about love, Barrett.

The legend goes that there was once a goddess long ago, whose name has been forgotten. She fell in love with a male. But he was grievously wounded in a battle one day and even the cause of it and the name of the foe have been forgotten. Though the male triumphed, he was dying. What the grieving goddess did then was to offer her sex to him. He was weak, but he kissed her there and after a time, she was able to give him back some of her own essence.

It makes a pleasant and slightly naughty tale told most often between young females only just coming into their own. No one believes it much, but it is said, that if a girl loves her male and he is the one for her, then she will be able to do what the nameless goddess did for the one that she loved so much."

Cha'Khah smiled a little shyly, "We do not finish like I did when we do this, and I have never done that before, not ever in my life. I am wet then but not like that. But then, no one has ever taken me as far as you did, Barrett. Anyway, it is only supposed to happen after the pair have loved for a time, not the first time."

She shrugged, "But I am always doing things that I am not supposed to do, for one of my low birth and, ... everything.

When I found myself so high on my mountain over what you did, I just knew that I could do this. I had no choice, really, it just came into my mind and my body did the rest. I have never been loved there like that, and I thanked my goddess for meeting you. Once it began in me at the end, I said 'Goddess be praised' each time that I found that I had more to give to you. I was praising the Dark Maiden for allowing me this for you. I knew that you would see it as a gift to you."

"What happened to the goddess and the male in the stor -- uh, legend?" he asked, "Did he live?"

She shrugged, "No one knows more than it is said that what she gave to him was her moisture and with it, some of her essence. He was healed and made better than he was, becoming godlike as well in a way so that he would not grow old and die. The ending of the legend says that they walked out of the underground and into the light and were not heard from again."

"You said that I am the one," he said, "How did you mean that?"

"It is something that is said between lovers among us," she replied a little evasively, "We seldom mate for love, and even so, there would still need to be some sort of gain in the pairing, either over money or position. I have never been like that. Imagine how ridiculous it would be for a couple of us to shout that we love each other while we fuck. That is why it is said that one's lover is the one. It means nothing among them, it is only some words to throw while they fuck. It means little."

She'd been looking at him as she spoke. Sometimes, he was looking at her face and sometimes he was looking at some small feature on her body that might have caught his eye for a moment. But he never stopped listening, taking everything in as he sat in the chair with his cheek resting on the mound of a Drow female who held herself in midair for him. She caressed his ear and then his cheek, amazed at how good it felt to do that. Their position here didn't even seem odd to him now.

"You said that you aren't like that, Cha'Khah."

He said it with his lips grazing the inside of her thigh as though it was the most natural thing in the world to him to speak to her like that. "You said that you're different. I've been listening to you tell me that in several ways for as long as you've been speaking to me. I've got a lot to learn about you, and I really hope that I might have the chance to do that, but, ..."

He raised his head again to look directly into her almond-shaped eyes, "If you're not like the others, then you couldn't have meant what you said as though it was just words to say. You meant something else, I think."

She stared at him a moment and then she laughed softly. The sound thrilled him to hear every time that she did it. "My fine Rivvil seeks now to tie me with my own words. I think that I have said too much."

He shook his head, "I don't think so. I think that you meant that you'd want me to be the one. I think that I'd like that. I've only been living my life and talking to steers. I'm not the same as you, but I don't care about that. I'm probably not what you'd really want, but I'm here."

He pulled himself higher suddenly before she could really react, not expecting it. Cha'Khah had looked down as he'd begun, because she felt uncomfortable now, but his hand flashed out and he held her face gently and tried to get her to look at him. She resisted.

"I'm only trying to tell you that it's what I'd want," he said, "I'm not asking you anything here. Look at me, Cha'Khah."

He watched as her face turned toward him.

"I'm just a fool on this mountain," he said, "I don't know much about you, but I know that I'd be upset if you just did your disappearing thing again. I love it if I can only touch you while you breathe. I'm not some, ... whatever you do for a living. Hell, I'd probably embarrass you in front of your friends. But I like you so much, and if you wanted somebody like me when your friends aren't around ,..."

"You do not even know what you are trying to say, do you?" she looked at him with a very small smile.

"No," he said as he moved to take his hand away, "I guess not."

Her own hand held his where it was against her face. She turned her face to kiss his palm and they looked at each other for a moment before she began to nod slowly to him, "Well I do know what you wish to say, and I accept."

"Huh? You -- you do?" he asked.

"Yes," she said softly, "I accept. We already share the beginning of a friendship and more. We are very different, but I find more in you that I care for each minute that I spend with you and I can see that it is the same in you. We will have to be careful because we still do not know each other well, but I want this with you if you feel as I do. But I have rules, Barrett. Will you hear them?"

He blinked at her in shock, the way that she looked so serious, but he nodded.

"Good," she said, "then ease yourself back down to the chair."

She helped him down and then Cha'Khah poured herself onto him, still in the air somehow, but she was at the same angle as she moved one of her long legs over him and held herself there as she looked into his face and she began to speak.

"Your poor backside," she said shaking her head, "Please stand up."

When he rose, she smiled and sighed, liking him so much. She stepped forward and put her arms around his neck and very carefully tried to see how they fit together standing like this, "First, I demand that you hold me in your arms."

He blinked at her.

"Well?" She asked pointedly and he took her in his arms so that she giggled a little and told him that she was really asking and not demanding at all.

"You called me perfect, but you are mistaken," she said, "You should know that your Drow girl has a temper."

"My Drow girl?" he asked, looking confused now -- more than he thought that he normally did.

Cha'Khah nodded, "You wish to know me, you said, and without our meaning to -- not without abandoning the way that I usually am, - and I think that it was the same for you from what I feel, we find that we like each other enough to love a little. Well I am not the sort of girl that I once might have been, who can love a little in stolen moments now and then. I do or I do not, that is all. I am a girl who gives much, or not at all, Barrett.

You said to me that you wish to know all that you can about me - anything, you said. Everything, you said. How much do you wish to know of me truly? Enough to pass the time of day beside your fence to talk of the weather, or do you wish to know me more?"

"Just as I said," Barrett nodded, "I want to know everything. I want to hear your voice, especially if you're telling me something while I can feel you breathe against me."

Cha'Khah smiled then, "Good. Because I believe that I have someone here with me that I wish to know of as well. That is the first remarkable thing, because I choose the ones that I hold close to me, and those ones have my heart. The rest? They do not get much of my thoughts, if any.

I wish to know you, Barrett," she said quietly as she ran her fingers up his chest and along his collarbone. She smirked to herself, feeling surprise to admit what she felt, "I wish to know it when Barrett is hungry, or when he is tired. I wish to know his thoughts and how he feels. Most of all, I wish to know how Barrett loves someone. To know these things, then Cha'Khah needs to be Barrett's Drow girl.

If that is what I am to become, then you must know that I have a temper. People have died who have angered me. I grow better with it and I try hard to tame it, but it is there. If you do not wish to test it very quickly, then you should stop speaking to me as though you are dirt, for I do not rub myself against dirt.

Remember this, Rivvil. I wish to hear none of this from you anymore. Every time that you added this to your words, I have felt my indignation rising. You are a fine male, no matter what you may think. You may not have riches, but we will see what may be made of that.

Remember this as well since we seem to be trying to find more than ways to make me cry out -- you are what I want, Barrett, or we would not be here together like this. I could have been waiting for you here and once you came, I could have told you what was done in error to your cattle, thrown down a few golds and left, But I didn't do that because I wanted you -- enough to cause you even more trouble though it was not what I ever wanted to do.

I kept wondering what I was doing, feeling such interest in a human -- when I never have before. Think of that if you must, because it says much to me about you. You are fine enough to make me want to meet you. The rest is my foolishness. I know that you forgive me for it, but I am still in a little disbelief -- just as I am to stand here with you. I cannot believe my luck all of a sudden.

Look," she said, as she muttered a word and a shining surface appeared before them like a large mirror, "Look at us. We stand together, a pair of friends who seek more. That is what we are.

The next rule here is that we are not different inside ourselves to each other. We are exactly the same. If you hold the thought as I do, then like me, you will not see the obvious because it does not need to be considered any longer. It only needs to be accepted and both of us already accept what we are. Now I wish for us to accept what we might be.

We are not a Drow and a Rivvil any longer. We are a pair of friends who seek to be careful lovers and can hope for even more then. I see no Drow and I see no Rivvil, Barrett. I see dark and I see light, and those things belong to each other as the female seeks the male and so forth in both ways. Can you see this?"

He nodded, "Yes. Do you really know what I wanted to say?"

"Near enough," she nodded as she ran her fingers over his chest, "You were trying to offer yourself to me as my male if I wanted you at some unspecified time in an unspecified way in the most absurd way of hiding your fear of my refusal that I have ever heard. I was only hiding behind my silence. I give you the point that you showed more courage, but it was getting us nowhere.

So that we may begin this, I accept you as my male, Barrett, and I give myself to you as your female and we will see what comes. Why not? I have never done anything like this so quickly -- but then, I have never held one like you. I was told once that sometimes, one has to make their own luck and if this is the chance for us, then this I seek to do with you."

She nodded to the mirrored surface, "Look there and feel it or close your eyes and try then. Can you feel what I speak of? Is it worth the risk to try with me?"

He didn't need to look at anything other than her red eyes -- he knew the answer. He kissed her cheek and then her ear, "It's worth everything, Cha'Khah but-."

She nodded, "Are you about to ask how this or that might work between us? Is it really that important, or is it more important to allow this to happen and then carefully seek the solution to any trouble together?"

"The second one," he smiled, "but what about your friends? I'm not really --"

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair with a soft sigh, "You will not embarrass me before my friends. I would be proud to stand beside you anywhere, Barrett. I do have a concern, but it is not that.

Look at how you acted when you only saw a Drow. There are ten of us living near here, a strange group we are, but only two are Drow. You saw Shaevre and I thought that your eyes would leave your head, but you had courage and spoke to her. If you wish to meet my friends, you will need more than that. I will tell of it later, but for now, Shaevre is one who calls herself a Xer. There is another of them, a male, but he is like her, with a mind and the wisdom to use it. The rest are all human -- in part. The other part is demon -- two kinds who hate each other, but not these ones. They are two couples and each one raises a child between them.

You could lose your mind in fear, Barrett, but I live with them and they are closer to me than my family ever was. If you can see you and I as I do, then you might find very strong friends for you among us. They all know of you and my mistakes. They all wait for me to fix the wrongs that I have done to you. Imagine the monsters that I live with who know what is right and what is wrong."

She looked down and smiled a little shyly, placing her hand on his shoulder to give herself the courage for her words. "I wish to pair with you, Barrett," she smiled as she stretched up to kiss him, "Do you accept my rules? I do not think that they are too much, are they? Say your rules to me if you have any."