Green Rose of the Underground Ch. 07

She let out a shriek as the weight of his body speared into her. Gerard stopped. Thix fought to catch her breath. Had that hurt? No? Yes? Didn't matter, it was so wonderful and felt like nothing else and she wanted more no matter how she might feel later. After waiting for a protest that didn't come, he continued. Slowly again at first, and then it came again. Slam. Halfway through a breath Thix squeaked. Slam.

"Uh! Ah! Aaah!" Even faster. Rougher. Until she was howling and twisting her body beneath him. Not that it mattered. This was what she'd asked for. What she'd wanted. Needed. Each impact shook through her whole body from the hips upward, a familiar growing tide of pleasure building up inside of her higher and higher.

Gerard was grunting and moaning now, lost in his own pleasure as he pierced her. It went on for a long while. Occasionally he would slow, do that thing with his hips which drove her wild, then pick up speed and force again until she was wailing in helpless delight. When her head began to slide off the edge of the seat Thix realized in a state of delirium that her body was being shoved across it and started to giggle only to devolve once again into moans at the sudden tightening her laughter caused. It was a shock to her whole body when Gerard pulled out of her entirely. A spasming void left where he'd been, fluids coating her inner thighs and the crease of her buttocks where they'd dripped down.

Thix could only let out a primal noise of confusion and misery at his absence. A newer more alarming confusion took its place as she felt herself being lifted up into the air again. Vision swimming as Gerard handled her, twisting her body around. One arm crossed beneath her legs and lifting until she was supported behind the knees, his other arm wrapping around her chest.

With her thighs held together, the pressure of him entering her was almost as tight as when they'd started. She shut her eyes instinctively trying to cope, his cock squeezing and stretching her anew as he lowered her body down. Her stomach fluttered from nerves at being held in the air, which only served to make her inner muscles massage him more. Thix let out a choked moan as she hit bottom and struggled futilely against Gerard's hold.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Each vibration of his footfall reverberated up through her sex.

"Thix. Look."

Look? Hesitantly she opened her eyes, only for them to go utterly wide. They were standing in front of the mirror.

Her head barely came up high enough to rest against his collar. The rest of her lifted several feet off the ground. Her round, plush, green body folded up for easy handling. The base of his cock impaling her between the glistening lips of her dark furred sex. Her own expression was something foreign to her, dazed, and wanton. How had she not realized she'd been drooling? To her mortification, another rivulet of saliva poured out of her mouth as she was suddenly lifted up and let down in time with Gerard's thrust. Then again. Thix watched her sex parting around his girth. Gerard widened his stance, leaning his body backward.

"Back. Into me."

Thix did, trusting him to keep her upright and not accidentally drop her. He released his grip from around her chest. The only thing keeping her in place being his arm beneath her legs and her weight against his torso. His other hand was now free to venture beneath her, between her legs. Thix shuddered as she realized what he intended. Gerard began to pick up his pace, driving into her with his hips, and began to slowly caress her sensitive nub as he did. Thix let out high desperate noises and fought not to squirm, but it was too difficult.

His rubbing caused her to squeeze down on him, which likewise made his thrusts feel only more intense, and it wasn't long before she felt another release coming upon her. It would be harder than the first. The only thing keeping it at bay, the tightness of her muscles and desperate attempt to keep her balance against him. Soon enough, even that wasn't enough. So close! Her clit throbbed at his attention.

Her muscles from her arms, to her stomach, to her insides, to her legs all tightened spasmodically almost of their own will.

Then he stopped.

Thix whined in distress, and found that she was trying to fuck herself onto him but was unable due to her powerless position. There was that tormenting smile of his.

"Not yet."

They were both breathing heavily, enveloped in the sudden stillness and silence. Then, he started again. Harder. The muscles beneath her legs bunching as he raised and lowered her. Thix's eyes flitting towards the mirror to see the way her body wiggled with each motion before closing them again. Then his fingers were back, bringing her once more to that unbelievable plateau of ecstasy. Thix reached back and gripped his shoulders for leverage as she rolled her body with him. Yes! Yes! NO!

He stopped again. His cock filling her to the base, fingers resting against her soaked nether lips, and Thix broke. A hiccuping sob of frustration burbled out of her throat and she began babbling before finally finding the words.

"Please! I need! Gerard! I need!"

Her pleading eyes met his in their reflection. Gerard's expression softening for a moment. He kissed the top of her head.

"Alright. No more waiting."

Suddenly they were turning. Gerard was walking again, supporting her body with both arms. To the bed. Swiftly he grabbed one of the pillows and threw it down in the center. He bent forward until Thix tumbled down upon the yielding mattress and adjusted her so she rested face down with the pillow resting beneath her hips. She experienced moments that came nearly in flashes. The softness of the fabric beneath her cheek. The comfy support of the bed and pillow beneath her. The fabric depressing around her as Gerard climbed onto the bed with her. The slippery head of his cock dragging across her stuck out bottom. Then the shock of his whole length spearing into her.

Thix muffled the bestial noises she made by pressing her face into the mattress, gathering the covers between her fingers. Smack. Smack. Smack. So quickly and hard now that the sound of their flesh meeting rang in her ears. Gerard moaned alongside her, speaking heatedly in Galtes. He'd been holding back. Each brutal stroke massaging that special place inside so perfectly and deeply that she could hardly think.

She felt it. No word she knew did justice to what was coming. What was going to happen to her. Coming. Closer, closer, lifting her up higher and higher. Thix let out cries of panic as much as she did out of sheer pleasure.

He reached between her and the pillow. His fingers fiercely massaging her over her clit and the sudden combined sensations pushed her screaming over the edge. Existence exploded within and around her. Thix bucked her hips, her feet kicking out, her hands balled up into fists around the fabric.

Without words she shrieked in bliss. Ancestors... he wasn't going to stop. Gerard moved within her, shaking Thix to the core, her inner muscles quivering around him. The breath was driven out of her at one deep, hard thrust. She felt him twitching within her.

Another thrust. Another. Gerard cried out above her, as he continued. Again. Again. His manhood throbbed, seeming to swell inside her. One final plunge. He shuddered against her where their bodies met, his strong waist pinning her plump body to the bed. Thix felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading inside, her body wracked with one final ripple of pleasure before her own climax began finally to recede.

Her breathing slowed, coming deep from where he still touched her in her most intimate of places. Joined together as one. Thix untangled her fingers from the bed-covers and instead rested her hands upon Gerard's forearms. His weight upon her body felt nice. Cozy. She was a little sore inside, and around her entrance where he was still stretching her. That was nice too though.

"Thix..."

She sighed. Her name sounded so beautiful coming from his lips. Muzzily Thix raised her face from the mattress and twisted her body to kiss Gerard on the only part of him she could reach. Pressing her lips tenderly upon his arm. She stayed beneath him, until she felt him shrinking within her and at last Gerard pulled himself out. Thix couldn't help but moan, both at the sensation of emptiness and the feeling of their combined fluids dripping slowly from her sex. Gerard lay on his side and pulled her into place beside him. The top of her head nestled beneath his chin, Gerard's arms holding her secure and close. His legs tugged up beneath her so that his body enfolded her.

So wonderful. This was what she'd been missing? Thix found herself grinning stupidly to herself, absently examining the patterns in the bed-covers. She giggled and squirmed as Gerard placed ticklish light pecks upon the back of her ear that twitched from the wet echoing noises. A light slap upon his side made Gerard stop with a quiet laugh of his own.

Thix recreated the events of the night in her mind. The interesting bits anyway. Undressing. Using her mouth upon him. His own mouth upon hers. The brisk shower and soothing bath. Then being lifted up. Opened. Prepared for him. Slowly being penetrated. Lifted and fucked, handled like a toy. The final merciless pounding with his full weight shaking her from the inside out. The explosion of bliss. The satisfaction as Gerard released inside her, filling her with that delightful heat.

Oh.

Oh. Vorkah... I'shu... have mercy on her.

A twisting chill fell over her and sank into her guts. What... an idiot. What had she been thinking?! Nothing. She hadn't been thinking. Just doing what came naturally, and now. Ancestors... he had... put his seed in her. What if she...

"Thix?"

She flinched at the sound of his voice, so deeply swallowed in her thoughts as she'd been. What should she do? What should she say?

"What's wrong?"

How did he know?! Maybe he could read her mind. No. If he did he wouldn't be asking. Stupid. Stupid, stupid Thix you foolish empty-headed... goblin!

Gerard's weight shifted behind her and then she was being turned over by his hand upon her shoulder. Not that face. Not that expression of concern. Would it be so bad? Gerard was kind, and smart. He'd be a good father, she was sure. He wanted to be right? He wouldn't have... mated her, if he didn't.

She had to speak. Couldn't look him in the face though, instead she stared at his chest as she thought and fidgeted with her hands.

"Gerard... you... um... I... what... what if..."

Thix stopped. Ordered the proper words in her mind. Took a deep breath.

"Gerard, what if I get child? What we do? What I do?"

"Oh. That."

She did look up at him then. In shock at first, and then a flare of - well she didn't have a name for the emotion. It was a kind of anger though. Definitely anger.

"Yes! That!"

Gerard's expression had been fairly blank and then became something that looked almost... pained.

"No need worry. You won't. I can't have children."

What?

Thix repeated the words back to herself to make sure she'd heard him correctly. Then chewed them. Digesting the meaning. She couldn't. Uncomfortable as it was, Thix slowly pushed herself into an upright position to stare down at him.

"What you mean? What you mean you can't have children? We mated! You... I felt your... inside me."

That look of discomfort on his face didn't change and Gerard put his arm beneath his head for support, looking at her but clearly struggling as well.

"I should have told you before. I'm sorry. I didn't think. I can not make children. It was a choice I made, a long time ago. It's alright Thix. You won't get child by accident. It's alright."

She knew, absolutely knew she should feel relieved, and she did. Really. The sudden fear of bearing and raising a half-human child had been... terrible. He might not have known they could bear children together, but it was possible. A human quirk, their ability to mate and breed with those beyond their kin. Deep King Turgik had some human in him, passed down from one of the Svallic princes. Even so.

Gerard couldn't have children? And from what she could understand he had chosen not to? It stunned her how much the sudden loss of not bearing his children hurt her inside. Madness! She still didn't even know him, couldn't possibly know whether or not she would actually want to spend her life at his side, let alone expect him to care for her and a child. Still, how could he make such a choice?How could anyone?! A whole new feeling of sadness and horror filled her as she stared down at him.

"No! No Gerard it is not alright! Why? Why Gerard would you do that?"

"Can we not talk about this now?"

"No! I want to know!"

"Thix..."

Thix was ready to berate him, slap him maybe in frustration. She stopped. He looked awful. Miserable and for a change he was the one who couldn't even bear to look her in the eye.

"Please. Not tonight. Alright? Just, not now."

Too far. She'd gone too far. It hurt. Ruined. She'd ruined it. Everything had been perfect, and beautiful, and she'd smashed it like a fine piece of pottery. Just lifted it up and smashed it on the floor.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive."

"No. No, no. Nothing to forgive."

He rested his hand upon her knee. Thix looked at it. Eventually mustering up the courage to hold his hand in hers. What did she know about his choices? If she did want to... she needed patience, and time to understand. There would be time. Until her debt was filled, there would be time.

How could she fix this night though? How could she get back the magic of their joining? That's what it had been, a kind of magic. A wondrous sacred thing. Just as she'd always been taught it could be, even if she hadn't been shown by her own kind. Well... not entirely. It had been something wilder, more brutal. Fucking. And she'd loved every moment of it. Even when he'd... wow, Gerard had actually slapped her! Right on the ass, and even that had been more thrilling than painful.

Maybe... maybe it was as simple as that. Who was to say it couldn't be? She still didn't know anything. That was fine. She didn't have to. There was freedom in that, Thix realized.

As horrible as it had been, the fear and then the shock of his confession had woken her up. The night was young, and as much as going back to cuddling into her big sweet human tempted her, Thix still hungered. A little. Enough.

"Gerard?"

"Oui?"

"We did the fuck, oui?"

Thix was waiting for an answer before her next question. Instead, Gerard started to laugh. Slowly at first, and then hysterically, like the other day in the carriage. She wanted to be upset, and in fact tried to scowl at him but it cracked and broke in short order and she started giggling too and then also laughing her helplessly scratchy and cackling laughter. In time, fighting through his wheezes, Gerard nodded and also sat upright.

"Oui. Yes, Thix. We 'did the fuck'. Why do you ask?"

Thix did slap him then. Not too hard, and on the shoulder not the face. Gerard pulled a funny face and rubbed at where she'd hit him, but didn't protest. Thix felt the words on her tongue, but the longer they sat there the shyer she became. Silly really, after what they'd just done.

"Would you - would you now show me how to make love?"

Gerard's smile deepened.

"So soon?"

Thix rubbed her thighs in embarrassment.

"Only if you want."

"Mmm, I do want. Very much. But I will need some time to get my strength back. If you understand."

Oh. That made sense. Didn't it? She'd ask about it later. Come to think of it...

"I use washroom. Is alright?"

Gerard nodded in an oddly understanding sort of way and lay down again on his back, shutting his eyes. He looked peaceful.

"Yes. Go. I'll be here."

Well, of course he'd be. Hearing it was still somehow reassuring. Thix hesitated for a moment before leaning over until she was on her hands and knees and kissed Gerard upon the lips. The act felt sweeter and more tender without the lust burning through her. Thix pulled away and turned to clamber off the bed before she could start to feel awkward again.

Hmm. Tall bed. Swing hips over first. Then drop. Then -- Thix's legs wobbled and gave out on her the moment her feet hit the floor.

"Agh!"

THUMP. Thix fell forward almost onto her face, just barely catching herself with her arms.

"Thix?"

Shakily, she tried again. Gripping the edge of the bedframe for support.

"Good! All is good. I'm alright."

The sheets rustled behind her, and suddenly Gerard was looking at her with his head half hanging off the mattress expressing his usual look of concern. Don't start laughing again. Thix really wouldn't be able to walk then, and the longer she waited the more she needed to relieve herself.

"You need help?"

"No! You stay!"

She pointed a stern finger in his face with her free hand, before letting go with the other. Ooooh. One step. Another. Thix felt sore, and weak. In a nice way though. Even if it made her waddle.

Thix wasn't able to resist another quick shower. So nice. Clean hot water at the turn of a handle.

She returned to find Gerard waiting, sitting naked on the side of the bed and rising when she exited. Evidently, he had the same need. She couldn't help but watch as he walked past her, the sight of him completely bare was just so interesting even now. The way he moved. He did keep himself leaner and fitter than most of the humans she'd met so far. She liked it very much.

She clearly wasn't being as sly as she thought, because Gerard caught her with a sideways glance and a smirk as he passed. The door shut behind her and she returned to find that he'd removed the top layer of covers from the bed. Only when she'd climbed back up onto it and lay down did she think about why. That was enough. She wondered if he was going to bathe too, and couldn't decide if she wanted that. On one hand, it would be nice if both of them were clean and refreshed. On the other hand, she really liked the smell of him after. It was just so... lusty, and bestial, and natural. A nagging part of her wanted to look for and retrieve the covers so she could drown herself in the lingering scent of their rutting.

Instead, she rolled over onto her front and stretched out, waiting. The door opened what felt like an age later. Thix rolled back over to look at him. He had taken her idea and showered, still drying himself off as he walked back to bed.

"Gerard?"

"Oui?"

"I want you."

The drying cloth was discarded. Thrown into a nearby chair. His manhood though drooping was beginning to swell again. Hurriedly she made room for him to join her. Gerard's weight creating a depression as he lay down next to her. His cool eyes seemed to shine with reflected light from the lamps about the room and the still warming fire.

"You have me."

Thix waited, fingers tightening and loosening.

"What do we do?"

Gerard leaned in, pressed his lips to hers lightly, smiling against her.

"You want to learn how to make love?"

She nodded her head, mindful of how close he was to her.

"Just be with me."

They were kissing again. Thix was puzzled, waiting for him to add something more, but he didn't. So, she let go and did as he said. Surrendering herself to the moment. There was none of the urgency of before, and not just because she'd already been sated quite forcibly. The mood was nothing like before, everything was so much easier now. So easy to float away, run her hands over his skin as their tongues danced, feel the way his own caresses warmed her naked body. Gerard pulled away, kissing her cheek, downwards. His hands resting on either side of her torso.

"Ma jolie femme verte."

Her murmured quietly so that she could only just hear. Nibbling the soft flesh at the base of her neck, gently sucking upon it. Thix sighed and wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through the drying golden locks. Upwards again until his lips were once more pressed to hers. Only when her longing for more grew too much to bear did Thix break away, catching her breath.