Healing Wounds

He turned around and started to walk away, but a gel-like pressure was around his hand. He turned around to see her gripping him.

'No ...' she whispered. 'Don't go. You're someone who actually saw me as someone else who could be hurt instead of a warrior who is supposed to be unbreakable. Please ...'

He gently pulled his hand away from her paw and leaned into her as if for a kiss. 'I'm not going anywhere, but I know you need help. I'll be right back.' He left, leaving her staring after him.'

She collapsed back onto the bed as she watched his back leaving the room. How could he just go like that when she needed him? She knew that they had just met and he was simply helping her heal and in a few days she would be going back to her tribe and they would neverevereverevereverevereverever see each other again, so why couldn't he stay and talk about himself — or her — before they lost that opportunity? He was so mean, leaving a mamono like that to stew in the possibilities of what a simple friendship or healing hand could have been and walking off casually like the encounter meant nothing to him. Of course it didn't mean anything to them, all these guys wanted to do was —

Oh, wait. He was back. He was there for her after all. Maybe she could also tell him she would like to stay with him instead of running back to where she had come from. She might even get to tell him —

She realised his lips were moving. He was telling her something. Shit! Shitshitshitshitshitshit — she was so distracted by her teen romance fantasies that she didn't realise he was talking to her. She was the moron here, dreaming about talking to him and then she herself was wasting her time not talking to him. She was silly, she deserved to lose him.

'W-what?' she asked.

'I said, don't you want to eat?' he said, sitting down next to her. 'I've got chicken soup with lentils and mint, and croutons. I thought you might prefer something from the forest, so I got the closest thing I could.'

'Forest?'

'Meat. I meant meat. That's your usual diet, right?'

'Yes.'

She lifted herself up, and propped herself back on the pillows near the bedhead. She reached out her hands for the bowl, but he batted them away and sat down next to her. She looked at him, confused, but he held up the soup and dipped the spoon into the soup. He raised it to his lips and blew on it gently. When he was sure it was cool, he held it out to her. She stared at him, confused.

'What?' she said. 'I can feed myself! Owwwwww!!'

She had raised her hand beyond her comfort point, and her wounds acted up again. Grimacing, she dropped her hands to her sides. She looked up at him, only to see his kind, understanding smile as he reached out and caressed her face. She looked down at the spoon, now in the bowl as he lifted it up again and repeated the process of cooling a mouthful of soup for her. He placed it near her lips.

'Please don't strain yourself,' he said. She closed her eyes as she felt his feather-light caress on her cheek. His fingers brushed down to her chin and gripped it lightly. She gasped and opened her eyes to look into his again. He gave a nod and held out the spoon to her again. 'Please go ahead and drink, it's no trouble. I'm here to help.'

She swallowed hard, nodded and opened her mouth, accepting the spoonful of soup. Her taste buds exploded with the flavour and herbs it had. It was amazing. There was no such thing where she came from — they would simply eat raw, unsalted meat after capturing prey which generally took over an hour or so to bring down. Their speed and strength always won them this battle, but it was tiring lying in wait and then charging to pounce on their prey. This was so much easier and convenient.

Before she knew it, she had drained the soup bowl, much to her own amazement and Haruto's. He chuckled, scratching his head, and then patted hers. She blushed on seeing his handsome face so close to hers, and the instincts she had as a jinko started coming to the fore. She clenched her paws to stop herself from grabbing him and mashing him into her breasts. She was quite sure he had got a grope or two at the clearing when she was unconscious, and she didn't mind. The way this man looked, as well as what he did for her, made her so hot for him she was ready to demand he rip her clothes off, then she would return the favour, and she would be on top of him, riding him to eternal bliss for the rest of the night. Or the day. Or their lives, whichever came first. Oops, that pun was unintentional, please excuse her dirty thoughts ...

She blinked and realised he was speaking to her again. She had zoned out once more. Damn. This was embarrassing. She shook her head and clasped her paws together, resisting the urge to rub her eyes until they were sore.

'Um ... yes?' she said.

'I was saying, would you like to sleep now?' asked Haruto. 'All that fighting would've drained your energy, so you'll want to rest well.'

Mayumi nodded. 'Yes ... I think I'll just sleep now.'

And get myself wet dreaming of dirty thoughts of you.

Haruto turned around and walked to the door, then hesitated. 'Um ... should I sleep with you tonight if you're not feeling safe? I know that you might need company after what happened —'

He broke off, both of them blushing uncontrollably at his implication. They looked away from each other for a while, and then he realised he should probably apologise or make his remark sound jocular. He raised his hands and sputtered, choosing the former.

'I-I'm sorry!' he gasped. 'You know I didn't mean that, I was only saying that we ought to be together and make sure that nothing comes between us! No, wait, I mean that nothing gets us! And we should remain safe and sound under this roof for the rest of — however long you're ill!'

He stopped again, realising Mayumi was giggling so hard she was doubled over on the pillow with her face buried in it. He gulped as he noticed her large, round ass swaying a little, straining against her loincloth as she laughed her heart out. She managed to get control of herself after a while, hiccupping as she got up. Looking at his face, she burst out laughing again though. He was about to pout and ask her not to be so mean, but the words died in his throat as he noticed her large breasts now shaking as she struggled to suppress her laughter.

'It's all right, Haruto-chan,' she said. He felt his face burn so much he was sure he could cook another pot of soup on it. No one had ever called him by that endearment before. 'You can sleep with me tonight. I promise I won't do anything to stain your honour.' She raised her paw and placed it on her breast — no, that would be her heart. She put on a comically solemn face, twisting her paw around her heart in a gesture which he was sure was supposed to ward off evil according to the Greeks. Maybe it meant something else in mamono land.

'All-all right then, Mayumi-chan', he said. He walked over to the bed and lay on it, turning around to look at her. He noticed it was now her turn to blush a fiery scarlet, and she was twisting her paws around each other as if she was shaking hands with herself. He laid a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down gently. She lay on her back next to him, her scarlet face so close to his he could see her reflection in his eyes.

'I don't know why this is happening,' he said quietly. 'I think both of us are now ...'

He trailed off. How were you supposed to say that you had fallen for someone because they tripped your heartstrings? However, Mayumi came to his rescue.

She leaned forwards and kissed him on the lips.

Haruto's eyes widened as her tongue entered his mouth. He felt her paw reach to the back of his head and grab his hair. Pulling it back, she trailed her tongue over his lips and then buried it into his mouth, finding his tongue and twisting hers around it.

The kiss continued, sometimes deep and passionate, sometimes timid and exploratory. He felt her hands grab his waist. He reached his own down and groped her firm, plump buttocks. He moaned as he felt an erection which was not formed through self-abuse at four in the morning. He pushed his crotch against hers. To his surprise (and embarrassment), he felt a sticky wetness on her loincloth. He felt his hand brush against her bare leg and drew back in surprise, wondering what was the steely pillar he was grabbing. He gasped when he realised he had grabbed her thigh. Looking up at her, he noticed that she was pulling her loincloth out of the covers and tossing it to the floor. He felt her hands on his pants, tugging them to the middle of his thighs. She looked at him questioningly as he grabbed his waistband and gulped. Leaning forwards, she kissed his forehead, her paw holding his cheek.

'I think it's my turn to comfort you,' she whispered, her cat-like tongue emerging from her mouth to scrape across his nose. He closed his eyes and wiggled his nose, raising a hand to wipe off her saliva. She giggled and hugged him tighter, her eyes scrunching up at how cute he looked while rubbing his nose like a sleeping child. 'It's okay. Let me show you what this will be like.'

'But you're injured!' he protested.

She took him by the shoulders and nuzzled against him, the corners of her mouth curving up. 'Not anymore. And this will heal me anyway. Come on, Haruto-kun. I can show you so many things ...'

His face burned for the umpteenth time that day on being addressed as a little boy and he opened his mouth to protest, only to have his words buried in her mouth with more sweet, invasive kisses.

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Haruto woke up slowly. The first thing he realised was that his arm was around Mayumi. The second was that his face was squished into her huge boobs. He pulled his arm out from underneath her, looking around at the sunlight streaming in through the window. The morning somehow seemed more beautiful that before.

As he lay there thinking about what was to happen to him now, he felt a slightly furry face nuzzle into his neck. A soft pair of lips kissed the top of his head, and he was turned over by two large paws. Mayumi was facing him, her familiar smile still there despite the lewd things they had done the previous night. She didn't have any intentions of using him and running away at all; if anything, her face now showed how much she would like to care for him every day like this.

'Morning, Haruto-kun,' she whispered.

He put his arms around her neck and kissed her for the first time that morning, this being the first of thousands of gentle pecks they would share that day and many more. 'Morning, Mayumi-chan. Are you better?'

She raised the covers, showing an almost smooth and unscarred body to him, save for the deeper cuts in her arms and legs which would take time to heal. 'What do you think?'

He gaped at her smooth, unlined flesh, his eyes travelling over her powerful muscles and defined delts. He subconsciously reached behind her to feel her ass, and gave a small moan as he felt how strong and smooth it was. He started moving his hand across her butt slowly, as if caressing his firstborn. He couldn't believe how quickly she had healed with one night of lovemaking, but there was a lot more he had to know about her.

'Ooooh,' she said, her eyes sparkling. 'Did you just ask me so that you could gain unrestricted access to my body, you naughty boy? Is this what you wanted?' She dragged him closer so his face was rubbing against her tits, and then pushed the top of his head so his lips were on her abs. She started pumping her hips forwards, letting her stomach mash against his face.

Haruto's 'no' was muffled by her abs, even as she laughed softly and pulled him back up.

'I think you might want me to heal faster,' she teased. 'Well, then, here we go. Heal me, darling.'

She threw the covers off, revealing her perfect, naked body to him, and stretched herself out. Her joints cracked and popped, her muscles standing out in the sunlight. She looked like a nude goddess sent from the heaven of muscled, bronzed Greeks all specially trained by Achilles. His eyes were drawn to every inch of her body, his brain undecided on which part of her he could linger on.

She saw him staring at her, and her smile widened. She placed her paws on his shoulders and straddled him, her soaked pussy leaving its mark on him.

'I think you need breakfast now,' she giggled. 'And so do I ... from your fountain, Haruto-kun. Feed me.'

With a smile now turning lewd, she leaned down and kissed his face all over, her paws roaming his body as she tried to find his slowly hardening member to push inside her and make all the cubs they wanted.

The End

EPILOGUE

Mayumi and Haruto walked through the forest. Haruto had a look on his face like he might cry, and Mayumi was shedding tears already.

'Do I have to go?' she sobbed, her paws clutching at him. She gave him a slight shake. 'Please don't, I really want to stay with you! It's been two months!'

Haruto steeled his resolve and walked to the lines of trees. He let out a surprisingly good imitation of a tiger's growl, and several jinkos came out of nowhere, some even dropping from the trees and landing like cats.

'I'm sorry I delayed her return to you for so long,' he said, even as tears filled his eyes. 'But she belongs to you, and I should not have kept her for as long as I did. Please take her back.'

Mayumi stared at him. 'But I don't want to be with them!'

Haruto sighed. 'We've been through this, Mayumi-ch — um, Mayumi. I've got no right to keep you around with me, away from your tribe, and I thought you said you had to go back to them.'

Mayumi stood up and wiped away her tears. She stood up straighter and looked at her fellow jinkos. 'Well, then, shall we go home?'

'Of course,' said a jinko a head taller than her. 'We've been waiting for you to return with a man, dear. Congratulations.'

Haruto nodded and turned away, tears falling down on his shirt and soaking it. He didn't want to live without her, but he would forget her in a while. He shouldn't have gotten so attached —

Wait a minute. 'Return with a man?'

Before he could turn around and ask, a pair of strong paws scooped him off the ground and carried him towards the other jinko who had spoken. He gasped and kicked, but her grip was like steel. He felt a kiss to his forehead. A very familiar one.

Mayumi had picked him up and was carrying him away.

'W-What is this?' he spluttered. 'I thought ...'

He was cut off with a tongue-twisting kiss on the mouth which took his breath away. The tribe of jinkos started walking into the forest, blowing him kisses and winking at him as they looked him up and down.

'Did you really believe I'd let a prize like you get away from me, Haruto-kun?' Mayumi's warm breath washed against his ear, making his hairs stand on end. He didn't have the energy to struggle. 'No. I chose you as my mate, and the person in my tribe who attacked me apologised on that day when I went to the forest to collect food. We decided that I could stay with you or return with a man. I guess you made that decision for us. At least it wasn't too hard.'

She reached down and grabbed his cock, a dirty grin spreading across her face.

'Unlike this.'