AltRealm Ch. 02

"So much anger, yet your gaze is still here," she replied, pushing her taut ass up with her paws and bouncing it.

"Eat shit, Terri," he said before refocusing on something else. Or rather he tried to but found that he couldn't. His eyes remained glued. Tycho tried to turn his head but he just couldn't make it happen.

"What's this," she said with a sudden interest punctuated by the excited movements of her tail.

It was a good question.

She slowly backed toward him, ass first. Tycho tried desperately to look at anything else but her jiggling flesh held him fast. He watched it approach step by step until it filled his vision. She thrust it back at him until it was just brushing his nose now. His heart rate was dangerously high and he felt the familiar high of her arousal. She was getting off on his staring. It was absolutely massive, perfect, and he wanted nothing more than to keep watching. She experimentally moved it one direction and another while the tip of his nose followed in contact.

"What's happening," he said.

"I found yet another weakness to use against you," she squealed in delight.

'The lamia!' he screamed into his own mind. Something about her ass and not being able to look away. It was all fuzzy and disjointed in his mind but he knew that crafty bitch had something to do with it. With this in mind, he put his own heavy arms on his head and wrenched, popping several joints in his neck before finally breaking line of sight.

"Awwwwww..." She pouted. "Just a little longer? Please? It feels so good when you stare.

"Down, girl!"

His weaknesses seemed to be stacking up on him.

He felt a paw under his chin and before he knew what was happening, she had locked his gaze back onto her. She was swaying casually side to side now.

"You really do have trouble looking away, don't you," she mused. "Such a shame you can't seem to control yourself."

He swayed helplessly along with her. She was an inch away from him and her juicy behind took up his entire field of view.

"Keep staring, denmate. And don't speak."

His words died in his throat before he could protest. She shimmied now, then gyrated in slow circles and figure eights.

"Interesting..." She said.

He was in trouble and they both knew it. He couldn't speak or move and was rapidly losing any thoughts beyond her mesmerizing movements. She wiggled, giggling at his predicament.

"Now this is a useful quality. What's the matter Tycho? See something you like? Since you like it so much, how about some more..."

She slowly slid her shorts all the way off and the stench of her hit him like a punch. He moaned dumbly and felt his cock shift in his pants. If he'd been in trouble before, he was in danger now. His eyes took in her naked, wet form and he breathed deeply. Tycho whimpered and she felt his breath tickle her. Using her paws, she spread herself out on full display. The sultry huntress didn't have to issue the command before his body overruled his own decisions and he pushed his face into her. Tycho's nose pressed firmly against her anus with his mouth against her now dripping sex. His tongue exited his mouth and buried itself in her as deep as he could manage. She let go of her cheeks and they closed in around him, nose pinched shut and mouth held in place. Her tail coiled tightly around his head and neck then around her own hips, forcing him deeper.

"Mother's tits, don't stop, Tycho. Keep going. Oh please, keep going."

She kneaded her own heaving bosom, twisting her nipples, oxytocin and dopamine deepening her feeling of connection and lust to Tycho even as he tried to eat his way out the other side of her. She flexed her tree trunk thighs and gyrated involuntarily against him. Her juices were now dripping down his chin.

Tycho, for his part, was lost in this moment. Arms hanging limply at his sides, he gave into the bliss of her absolute control, feeling a rush of bliss at every command she wasn't aware that he couldn't deny her. He moaned against her as his cock twitched at the thought of pleasing her. Even as he pleased her, he was pleasing himself without touch.

She pulled him tighter against her with her paw and leaned back.

"Oh, Tycho," she said breathlessly. "Your tongue is so soft..."

She was used to partners of her own species, complete with rough tongues not well-suited for the task at hand. But him! His tongue was so soft it drove her wild. She couldn't get enough of it now and she was quickly approaching orgasm herself.

"Stroke yourself for me," she said.

His hand was instantly in his pants and playing with his sensitive hardness. He throbbed at the lightest touch, his own orgasm building. She held him on the edge and locked against her while she felt the lightning course through her body. The tigress was panting desperately, rubbing herself furiously against him.

"Just a bit more... Right there. Don't stop."

She was gushing now. Between tongue thrusts, she squelched against Tycho's slick face. Throwing her head back and with a sudden rictus she clenched every muscle, trapping his tongue in her, choking him with her tail. Her own throat clamped shut as she came in torrents against him, sound trapped in her neck while she ground into him. She squirted directly into his mouth, down his chin and neck. With a pop, she released him, legs quivering. He fell back against the branch, still lost in the sexual haze inflicted on him. He coughed and sputtered, her taste still on his lips and the smell of ass on his nose.

"Tycho, look," she said softly.

And he did. From his back, he looked up at her glistening cheeks, tail swaying. He was once again locked into her and the only thought on his mind was how perfect she was.

"Pants down," she said.

He fumbled for a moment before he wiggled them off but his gaze never broke from her sinful sway. He tried once again to speak, to protest, but her earlier command held him silent and still.

'Fucking Lamia,' he thought for a brief second before even thought was stolen from him as he watched his goddess slowly back up toward him. She straddled him and he watched those seraphic cheeks slowly descend on top of him.

"Just relax, and enjoy," she commanded.

He lay there unmoving, feeling her paw grip his thickness and guide him gently into her boiling insides. The heat and slickness alone pushed him to the edge instantly.

"Not yet," she said as she locked him in. Her ability to construct was incredible, almost painful. He numbly nodded, glazed eyes still glued to her wiggling backside as she ensured her perfect fit around him.

Slowly, agonizingly, she began bouncing up and down. Per her instructions he lay there, perfectly relaxed as she edged him, enjoying every second of stimulation. Her thighs squeezed his slender form and she rode and rode, bouncing before his eyes and rhythmically squeezing him with every thrust. She worked him over, picking up speed, every bounce driving him more and more wild. All he could do was sigh in pleasure, lost to her bounce.

"That's it. Let me take you."

She moaned on top of him, tail swishing from side to side, pink asshole winking at him at the top and that maddening jiggle at the bottom of every movement. She picked up her pace now, her own orgasm vibrating into being. Within minutes of being on top of him, she was pistoning herself into a fever pitch. He watched the sweat form on her, muscular globes glimmering in the sunlight and prisming into a thousand colors that truly captured him. She slammed him into the branch repeatedly and the whole tree shook at her impacts.

"Oh, goddess!" She cried out, picking up the pace even further. "Release for me. Do it for me, Tycho. Please. Be mine again."

He couldn't tell if she was begging or ordering but the embedded suggestions in his head responded as if ordered. Within six thrusts he erupted into her, every bounce coaxing more and more of him into her, forcing him empty. He wanted to tell, wanted to touch her, flex grip, scratch anything but he was held still by her words. Liquid energy exploded under his skin even as he lay limply, the electric charge orgasm overwhelming his senses as every neuron lit up in his head and every inch of nerve within him was flooded with perfect rapture. She felt the heat and pressure of his release and released her own climax she'd been holding on to. She gripped his length impossibly hard with her insides, enough to lift his ass off of the branch now as she rose up. She cried out in their shared ecstasy, wringing him dry with contraction after contraction. He happily gave her everything he had.

She finally collapsed on top of him panting and purring with Tycho's still very erect cock vibrating inside of her.

"That is a useful new trick," she said. "Just a glance at my backside and you turn into such a mess for me. I knew I liked you. If I can do this to you all the time, we will get along VERY well."

The spell and her commands had broken but he still couldn't tear his eyes away.

"Yeah... Let's hope not," he said, having a conversation with a Jinko's ass.

'Always maintain eye contact,' he thought wryly. 'It's considered polite.'

"Oh, I am certain we will find out together," she said playfully.

She finally climbed off of him, releasing her glorious vice grip. He sighed against his will at the loss of contact. Mercifully, she turned around to face him and slid her leathers all the way up, again fighting to get them over her hips. She looked very satisfied with herself. Tycho couldn't stop the small measure of pride he felt, even if he hadn't done much.

'Doesn't matter. Had sex,' he thought.

"Is there anything else on me that you'd like to stare at?" She had a wicked gleam on her feline features.

'Shes fucking insatiable,' he thought.

"No more of that," he said, hopping to his feet and groggily regaining his balance. He groaned at the visceral reminder of the battering he'd suffered last night and moments ago. He slowly pulled his jeans back up and recoiled at the state of them. He'd have to use that stream he could hear.

"We're burning daylight here," he said.

"How does someone burn daylight?"

"Motherfuck, Terri. Just... Get me out of this damn tree. Please!"

"Fiiiiiiiiiine," she sang at him. "Climb on."

She turned around dramatically, presenting her rear, but Tycho didn't bite. He kept his eyes firmly on the branch as he walked toward her. She grunted in disappointment when she didn't feel him staring. He hopped up, and she lashed him to her the same way she had last night and they journeyed down. Journey, in this instance, meant a rapid descent that was barely slowed down by her claws. He hung on for dear life and she laughed on the way down, enjoying his discomfort.

They landed softly and she let him go. He half expected her to pull a fast one on him in yet another attempt to get laid. There wouldn't have been anything he could do to stop her but she seemed to enjoy toying with and teasing him as much as the carnal act itself... As long as one led to the other.

He walked toward the stream and, without hesitation, jumped right in. He took his jeans with him. Heaven knew they needed a rinsing after what he'd been through. They were a crusty, dirty, smelly mess at this point. He was just happy they weren't those stretchy designer jeans. No way would anything other than an original would have survived the beating he'd given them.

'Besides, I want to look fucking presentable when I go to Tigerburg just in time to get manhandled,' he thought.

Shaking his head, he ducked underneath the water and tossed his hair trying to get out all the debris it may have picked up.

'Gotta be pretty when I'm served up...' his silent thoughts trailed off into audible grumbling.

"Tycho! What are you doing!?"

He jerked his head up at the sudden noise. There she was, his little bundle of sexual frustration, paws on her massive hips. She strangely reminded him of his mother at that moment.

"Who, me? I'm fishing."

"You're going to wash off my mark! Do you have any idea how you will be viewed if you enter my home unmarked!?"

He suddenly felt ice in his veins. His worst fears about this visit to her home played through his head.

"I'll have to mark you again before we get there," she added trying to disguise her obvious smile.

"You're insatiable," he said. "Look, say whatever you want about it. You and I both know that me, a man, traipsing through the forest smelling like raw sex isn't exactly ideal no matter how you slice it. Me personally? I'd like to smell like myself for more than an hour please."

She was taken aback by his concrete logic. Put one up on the board for big T. She backed down from the argument and hopped into the stream with him instead. Since he was fucked either way, he resumed his woodland bathing.

After 10 minutes had passed, he exited the stream feeling 10 times better. He wondered if he'd have time to dry his pants but the foliage wasn't conducive to sunlight and he quickly reconsidered at the thought of removing his pants while she frolicked in the water. She seemed to be washing her leathers while they were still on her body.

"You know leather shrinks when it dries right?"

"What?"

"Your uh... Clothing, attire, fetish lingerie, whatever you call it here. It will shrink if you get it wet and let it dry in this heat."

"How would you know such a thing?" she asked as she wetted her dreadlocks. She was lounging in the water now, looking like an ultrathicc, alternative Lady Godiva.

"How would you not? You've been wearing leather, barely, this whole time. You're telling me you've never swam in it before?"

"Denmate," she said fluttering her eyelashes. "If I didn't need to clean them, I wouldn't be wearing them. Who swims with clothes on? True, we usually make new ones when required or clean with a different method but what is the difference really? Besides, if they shrink, you will have such a nice view while we walk," she winked.

Tycho gulped. "Good point. As you were then."

She finished up with a vulgar display of vigorously scrubbing her privates before stepping out. The sunlight creeping through the trees cast her in a glistening display of feminine perfection. He drank her in, lips parted.

'Good lord,' he thought. 'She's... Incredible.'

He mentally chastised himself for picking such a simple word to size up such an ethereal vision but words failed him.

"What are you looking at?"

He pulled his eyes up and met her gaze. Her face betrayed only wonder instead of the usual lascivious gaze.

"I've never seen that kind of face before," she continued.

"Sorry, just... You look really good. That's all. Don't worry about it," Tycho stammered out.

She blushed, wringing her hair out and the silence dragged on. He wasn't going to be the one to break it. He already felt enough like an idiot for one day and he hadn't been awake for a full hour yet. He shook the water that he could out of his pants and waited for her to be ready.

"Burning daylight," he said again.

*******

They walked instead of jogged this time. Tycho was fine with the change of pace. His ribs, gut, and hips complained much less than the repeated impact of running would have caused. They walked in silence but he noted that she was now walking beside him instead of in front. He could see her casting looks in his direction but pretended not to notice. She became more and more agitated until finally, Arterra broke the silence.

"You have used that word a second time now. What is 'fetish?' You never answered."

Hell of a way to start a conversation.

"I dunno exactly how to describe it. Don't really think I should try," he said while attempting to dissuade her.

"Please? If you're going to keep using it, I'd like to know. You say a lot of things I do not understand but your smell shifts when you say fetish... Like right now. I said it and you reacted. What is that?"

He glowered at her but she just smiled. He hated how quickly she could deflate him like that. He wondered how many signals people missed from other people with their inferior senses... Sight made up the difference he supposed. And intellect, of course. But the competition here for dominant species seemed to close that gap.

"Hey!"

She snapped him out of his thoughts with a gentle shove. Of course even gentle, he was sent skittering off to the side of their path before regaining his balance and rejoining her. He considered lying to her but she'd just smell that too.

"It's nothing. I won't use it again."

"You lie! Tell me what it is! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me..."

She clearly wasn't letting this go.

"Fine!" he roared. "Fine. Whatever. I guess I'm not entitled to my thoughts anymore so why not put, of all things, fetish into your vocabulary, right? A fetish is like... Like something..."

He was cornered now. Cornered into explaining something akin to a sexual deviancy to sexual deviant.

'And it's only my second day,' he mused.

"It's like, something you do to turn someone on. Something outside of normal."

"How do you turn someone on?"

'By wearing leather,' he thought grimly.

"If I had an answer for that, I'd probably have had a lot more luck in my love life. A fetish is any sexual act or interest that would be considered, in some way, unnatural or atypical. Sometimes it's not even sexual in nature, it's just viewed by someone with that fetish as exciting. Like feet. Some people are really into feet. Like licking them, smelling them, whatever. Not really my thing but I don't judge... Especially not where I'm at right now. Or dominance. Some people like being told what to do sexually or tied up while others enjoy giving orders or tying others up."

He refused to look at her but he could hear those infernal brain gears turning right next to him. He was sweating now and probably bright red.

"So, where you're from, I am a fetish? You called me that before."

"God strike me down for my wicked tongue," he said.

"I quite like your tongue," she said 'gently' nudging him with her shoulder. He could feel her smile but he wasn't taking the bait.

"I mean... Yeah, I guess I did. Poor choice of words. But where I'm from, you'd be something of a rock star. Really famous and greatly desired."

"Wow! Really? Why?"

"Because you don't exist where I'm from but there is, you know... Uh, art made in your image. A lot of males think the idea of a Jinko is really attractive. And even females, I'm sure."

There was a pause before she traced his words to their hidden meaning.

"Tycho, how many males are there where you come from?"

Fuck.

"Billions ," he said, finally looking at her.

She blinked.

"Too many to count, based on your face. There's hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of thousands. And you could find that many within the space we walked the last day or so. There are so many more."

She went starry-eyed at the prospect. He was souring on this conversation quickly and his mood darkened. Countless men, endless choices, always picked last. Always picked least.

"And they would all desire me?"

"Yeah, pretty much... Even if they didn't have a thing for stripes, you got a lot going for you," he said grimly.

She giggled.

"Can you imagine? So many males... All of them wanting me..."

She was practically drooling at whatever fantasy she envisioned. Tycho tried to keep his demeanor calm but a storm raged in his chest. With so many options, any woman here would leap on everyone else. And he'd be alone. Again.

"All of them surrounding me, wanting me... Oh, Tycho. They would go so crazy! Watching, jealous as I mounted you in front of them all."

"Yeah, well, most of them are total douche... Wait, what?"

He chanced a glance at her, not sure if he'd heard her correctly. She paid him no attention, lost in her imagination.