Reluctant Redemption

"Here you go," she said handing me the cup.

I smiled in thanks, mouth full of the bitter mushroom mash. Bringing the cup's rim just under my nose, I gave it an exploratory sniff.

Actually doesn't smell too bad. Kind of appetizing I must admit.

Under Jenna's curious watch, I tilted the cup to my mouth, keeping my lips closed. I slowly lowered the cup, opening my mouth just enough to let the liquid portion of the saliva mushroom mixture poison the drink.

I wrinkled my face with disgust and offered the cup back to her. She laughed, the sound glorious and bright. Smiling, she began to bring the cup to her mouth. Time felt sluggish and my spine felt cold.

Thoughts started to swirl in my head: How would it feel with her gone? To take her into my care?

The idea did not fill me with the same sort of glee that it once did.

I would no longer be able to see her face. Nor bask in her smile. The warmth she brings me when she says my name would be gone. As would the trill the dances down my spine under the feeling of her skin against mine.

Even the uncertainty I'd once loathed, was now oddly enthralling, almost endearing. After my experience with curing the strange symptoms her presence brought me, I found myself seeking it out, wanting to bath in her company and share time with her. My eyes faded to pinpricks of dread, the cup a mere six inches from her lips as she inhaled the pungently sweet scent of the drink, savoring it.

I'm sorry Dark Mother, I can't stand the thought of losing her.

Lunging forward, I slapped the tainted drink out of Jenna's astonished hands, sending it to shatter against the floor. We stood there, both surprised by the suddenness of my actions. I watched the question as it formed behind her eyes and I couldn't take it.

Lashing out with unexpected violence, my knuckles caught her in the chin with a well placed cross. Staggering, she opened a path to escape and I wasn't about to waste the opportunity. Mindlessly seeking a way out, peace from the thoughts that twisted through my brain, I made for the doorway. My claws dug two steps toward freedom, before a deceptively strong arm darted around my neck, cutting off my flight and securing me to her body in a single oil smooth motion.

"Hey there..." she whispered into my ear. Wings flapped once, helping to steady her as I struggled against her grasp. Her hold was ironically similar to the one I'd used to conquer her comrade, and I found myself similarly failing to escape from its effects. "What was that about?" she asked commonplace, as if she wasn't currently cutting of the blood flow from my brain. Darkness encroached, spidering tendrils working inward from the outskirts of my peripherals. My strength left me and I began to truly black out when she released the pressure, letting up just enough for me to retain my consciousness but not enough to regain any coordination. Tamed, Jenna maneuvered my docile body onto the bed where she released me, backing away in case I wanted to resume any further hostilities. The fight, however, had drained from my limbs and I buried my face in my pillow, my hands seeking out my touchstone feather underneath, caressing it out of sight while I awaited my interrogation.

Jenna seemed content to wait out my silence, her hip bumping against mine as she sat on the bed. Her fingers traced the unusual contours of my tiny bundled up wings. Pressing deeper, I stiffened as she encountered the aching flight muscles that were still forming beneath the surface of my flesh. Then she spread her fingers, her palms kneading, following the lines of my muscles, massaging away the growing pains. She remained silent, not asking any questions while gradually bringing me a relief that was almost as satisfying as combat. My throat went dry and I swallowed a bit of the acrid poison that remained in my mouth, realizing I might have to be the one the broach this uneasy armistice.

I opened my mouth to speak but was silenced when she rolled me over, planting my head into her lap. Staring up, my orange eyes met her kind amber ones.

"I'm here if you want to talk," she said with understanding and affection, softly brushing my hair with her calloused fingers.

There was a part of me that wanted to look away, ashamed for some reason at what I'd planned to do. "I put something into your stupid drink," I said in the same tone of voice that a child would use when being forced to admit they'd raided the food pantry.

"Ahhhh," she said in understanding, her nails scratching soothingly at my scalp. "Your sudden weakness today was a ruse. You must have found something outside."

We lapsed into another uneasy silence. Uneasy for me, at least, as I refused to confirm her reasoning. She seemed comfortable sitting there, contemplating the events of the day.

"Why did you stop? I didn't suspect a thing. Your plan would have worked," she prodded gently for more information, looking for some insight into my actions.

I have no idea what to say. I don't know why I didn't go through with it.

Pausing, I thought about it some more.

No. That's a lie. She's why I didn't do it.

Embarrassed for the first time in my life, my face blushed scarlet.

But I can't tell that to her. Too shameful.

She must have read something of my mind from my expression, an inscrutable smile pulling at her cheeks while her eyes twinkled with mirth.

"It's not like that," I muttered unconvincingly. "I just didn't like the way it was happening. I wanted to really sink my teeth into your flesh. Taste your blood while I did it. I still plan to kill you one day," I lied poorly through frustratedly clenched teeth.

Her smile widened and she clearly didn't believe my words. "Sure honey. Sure."

Firm hands continued their entrancing work, slowly lulling me into a state of passivity as the bud of pleasure began to bloom in my gut, arousal growing stronger each second I spent in her presence.

I looked up into her face and was stunned by her beauty. Her wings giving her a backdrop of white, working in tandem with the golden halo that floated above her head, lending her features a mystical appearance.

"Lovely."

A moment of surprised blinking between the two of us later, and I realized that those words had slipped from my lips.

The blush grew wider and the muscles in my back twitching under burgeoning instincts, seeking to flutter my undersized and confined wings. Her finger curled around one of my horns and the heat in her eyes matched the one that grew in my gut. She pulled my wet noodle body into a kiss and a pod of joy bubble in my chest, bursting with effervescence and spread through my veins.

I felt inebriated under the sensations forced upon me, and the words pried their way free from my lips once Jenna released them.

"You helped guide me through my other thing, maybe you can help with this," I said, palm coving over and tenderly rubbing my puffed up mons.

A beautiful rose color bloomed across her perfect cheeks and her wings pulled tight to her back before loosening into their more relaxed positioning.

I decided to continue. "I have... feelings for you. Something I'm not used to. It's like I want you to be happy and I care about your well-being. It makes my heart feel heavy, like it's has to work twice as hard to beat in my chest. When you kiss me, it makes my vagina wet, and those sensations swell, making me want to touch myself. I seem to think about you all the time, wondering what you're doing, whether or not you're happy, if you're thinking of me as well. You're like a nabothian grub, digging in under my skin, looking for a warm place to hatch your eggs and I can't seem to rid myself of you. I don't even know if I want to." I paused, taking a deep breath. The expected wetness bloomed between my legs at her proximity and I wanted to throw my body on top of her and grind my pussy against her flesh. Closing my eyes, a plaintive whine built up behind my throat. Nails dug into her skin when my hand found the delicate skin of her thighs at the junction where they peered out from under her blouse.

She gasped and I looked up to meet her eyes. Her halo pulsed with demure light that almost matched the frenzied beating of my heart.

"Do you know what that is? It's almost painful but it makes me scared. I hate feeling scared." My voice quieted. "But I don't hate this."

"Oh, Laylo. You sweet gentle woman."

"I am no such thing!" I gasped, outraged at the insult.

Jenna merely smiled, catching my wrists before I could claw her, using her superior strength to stretch them out above my head. She kissed the vulnerable hollow of my throat and all thoughts of violence evaporated from my brain.

Ohhhh. Do that again.

Holding me tight, she kissed her way down my flesh, sprinkling words between the gentle presses of her lips. "My... Dear... Powerful... Wonderful... Unique... Dangerous... Untamable... Laylo... That... Sounds... Like... Love."

I feel very tamable right now. Like a pet scarlon cat, collar around my neck, mouth wide for food scraps, twin tails wrapped around my chest as I lean into the head scratches.

Jenna's mouth reached the weeping petals of my sex and I arched my back off the bed as her tongue wiggled through the outer portions of my folds. My toes curled, arching my feet almost painfully, my body reacting to the uncontrollable excitement Jenna forced into it. I wanted to talk, to tell her to slow down but the words hitched, stopped at the gate of my throat, coming out instead as a breathless whine. Something in me wanted to protest, it was too much, too fast, but my body had other ideas, reveling in the sensations brought forth by her clever tongue. My scalp tingled, the follicles tightening as Jenna continued laving my folds with her tongue. Overly hot, my breath poured from my lungs like overworked bellows in a forge, desperately trying to quench the heat that'd infected my spine. Through it all, Jenna never let up, her fingers biting into my thighs, forcing her head deeper, closer, to my core. The hard nubs of my nipples pressed into the cloth of my wrap, rubbing pleasurably while my body writhed like a serpent. Relentless, Jenna pressed onward. Something convulsed inside me in response, a trembling wave released to cascade throughout my muscles, my pussy clenching down in blissful agony. It was the greatest thing I'd ever felt in my life. Eclipsing my confused fumbling from before, it was concentrated ecstasy, a pulse that reverberated from my groin to my head, down to my toes, and up to my fingers, the orgasm consuming me.

Never end. Please never end.

Unfortunately, the joyful throb faded from my body. I groaned and twisted like a cat waking up from a nap, control of my muscles returning to me. A satisfied smile sprung to my lips as my musing was confirmed.

I was right, it was better with Jenna.

Awareness of my body slowly intruded on the haze of contentment. Stiflingly hot in all these unnecessary clothes, I decided the time for hiding was over, pulling the blouse over my head and tossing it to the floor. My sweat drenched skin enjoyed the additional contact with the cooler air of the room. Jenna rose from between my legs, standing with me next to the bed. I took a deep draught from the cup of water that sat on the nightstand.

Doesn't burn as much on the way down, I thought, smacking my lips as my body processed the needed hydration. Must mean I am actually getting better.

Frowning, Jenna stepped closer to me, tapping the fabric that wrapped around my upper torso and wings. "What's this about and why is it stained with blood?" She seemed concerned.

"Here, I'll show you." Hopping off the bed, I layed on the floor, stretching out my hand and hooking the pile of bloody black feathers and a few hints of bone I'd scraped from my flesh of my back from where I'd hidden them. "I've been having these weird growths from my back, but it became such a nuisance that I've kinda stopped doing it."

Speechless, Jenna held a shaky hand toward the pile, her hand jerking back in a flinch before she made contact. She turned her attention from the mound of ravaged feathers to my face. A curious mix of horror and guilt crossed her face, her still trembling hand laying a finger on the bandages.

"May-" Her voice was weak and she had to swallow to get it working properly. "May I see."

"Sure."

She reached delicately plucked at the tucked in end as if I were a porcelain doll that could break at the silent touch.

"Here, let me," I said impatiently. Using my claw, I sliced through all the layers of the cloth in one easy stroke. The parted fabric fell to the floor behind me, landing on the pile of gristle. I rolled my shoulders, my wings tasting freedom for the first time.

They were still little things, maybe a third the size of Jenna's more impressive white ones. But they'd been growing steadily and I had no doubt that they would soon reach a similarly impressive span. Organized black feathers were arranged in neat little rows spread across the triple jointed structure that was made of hollow bones that were surprisingly hardy for their light weight. With care, Jenna reached around and stroked my downy feathers with the tips of her rigid pinions. They were a little sensitive and twitched instinctively under the attention, blowing a few strands of hair annoyingly in front of my face.

Cause that won't be annoying at all, I thought sarcastically. Now I know why Jenna always wears her hair secured in a braid.

Jenna covered her mouth with a hand, tears slipping delicately from her eyes. "They're beautiful. Exotic."

I couldn't help but preen a little under the praise. An urge grew in my stomach, brought forth by Jenna's obvious vulnerability, and, like all my race, I had very little impulse control. I pounced, lunging forward in an attack. Slipping through her defense, I opened my mouth and placed my fangs at the delicate skin of her neck. She gulped and the delicate aroma of fear sprang up, tantalizing with the delicate way it seasoned her natural scent. Red marks sprung up behind my fangs as I scrapped them along her creamy flesh. She quivered once and I planted a delicate kiss into her soft skin. She'd shown me that there was something better than the rending of flesh in a victorious combat, and I wasn't one to deny my new insight. Jenna, melted into me with a vibrating moan, her scent twisting once more with something similar to my own arousal slipped from her under the sapphic caresses of my claws.

"I want you Jenna," I said in between licks and nips of her delicious flesh.

"Please. Yes. Please," she begged, throwing a log onto the bonfire of desire that burned in my gut and sex.

That was all I'd needed, pushing her onto the edge of the bed and falling to my knees. Growling, I slashed at the blouse that kept her modest, revealing her wanton slit for me, already dripping with her arousal. What I lacked in skill and experience, I made up for with enthusiasm. I knew I was a quick learner and I had one advantage that'd proven valuable to me over the years, an instinctive mastery of reading body language. Every lick gave me additional data, new insight into the way that her body worked, the mechanisms that made it hum. Her juice was sweet, but that didn't turn me off the way sugary things normally would. Instead, it planted roots, reaching through my chest, buzzing pleasantly on the way to my wings, nourishing them and encouraging them to grow. My back ached, the curious feathery appendages furling and unfurling, their growth kicked into overdrive. I continued lapping, ignoring the changes to my own flesh. My tongue worked diligently, Jenna's sweet exhalations proof that I was doing something correctly. I paused in my work, slotting my chin into her damp cleft and looked up the curve of her stomach, between her breasts, to stare at her face. Jenna seemed slightly crazed and I couldn't help but tease a little, "How's it going? You look like you're having fun. Am I doing okay? If you had to rate me on a scale of one to five, where would I land?" I asked smugly. "Cause I think I'm doing fairly well."

"You," she growled, narrowing her eyes.

Sticking my tongue out at her, I mocked her a little happy to make her wait. Jenna saw the opportunity and took it. Using my horns as handles, she forced my tongue back to her sex. Her folds muffled my chuckles while I returned to enjoying the taste of her. There was this patch inside pussy, a short distance back, that didn't quite feel like the rest. Everytime I touched it, her entire body stiffened like she'd been tossed into a bed of electric eels. It was like a button that dispensed pleasure every time I pressed it.

So I did.

Repeatedly.

"So wild. So sweet. Love this. Love you," she panted.

I still didn't exactly understand what that meant, but the idea that she felt some of the same things that I felt about her pushed me to strive harder. I slowly racked my brain, trying to figure out what I could do to make this even better.

Then it hit me. Or, teased me, as it happened.

My breasts scraped against the side of the bed, hard nipples pressing against the soft fabric. The sensations from that trickled through my skin, bringing with them awareness of a new erogenous zone. Reaching up, my claws first parted her blouse fully from neck to groin, before pinched at the dusty pink flesh of her nips. Squealing like a stuck pig, Jenna did not have the reaction I expected and I backed off a bit. Chewing off profanities, she rubbed the smarting areola, the angry red skin not enjoying the abuse.

When she looked down at me, she did not show condemnation or anger, just fading pain and an eagerness to return to what we'd been doing. I felt my inexperience keenly, wanting to retreat and regroup, no longer in control of the situation. Jenna, however, had no intention of letting such a thing happen. Her ankles hooked around my neck, settling between my shoulder blades. Thrusting forward, she tapped her still sodden pussy against my cheek, as if she seeked to draw my attention to it.

The sad thing was, it worked.

Her dripping folds managed to enthrall me. The sight, the smell, the warmth, and the lingering tastes enough for me to dive back in to finish the job. Lapping at her nethers like a faithful hound, I pressed harder, forcing her onward toward that sweet release, I felt building with every muscle twitch.

"Lay. Oh my Lay. So good," she cried.

My claws bit into the back of the blouse, rending the fabric even more, gravity forcing it to fall off her arms in twin pieces that would never again hide her from me.

"Keep doing that. Naughty, wicked, sinfully wonderous tongue," she bleated nonsensically.

Laughter and declarations of foolishness would've filled my mouth had it not been otherwise occupied. Her thighs quivered and her stomach flexed, the muscles tight and beautiful on her skin, showing off the work she'd put into the martial training necessary to sculpt such majesty. Nuzzling at the mass of nerves at the top of her sex, her breath hitched and I knew I'd discovered a new toy with which to play.

Although that one should've been obvious, based on my experience with my own flesh.

Fiddling with those two areas, both the fun button and the patch of pussy. The latter I'd decided to call feel good spot, or g-spot for short, I was quickly forcing her to succumb to the same helplessness she'd subjected me to withstand.

Instead of crying out like I'd wanted her to, she instead slipped into a silent scream, her neck muscles tense as she threw her head back and rolled her hips forward in one continuous thrust. Unevenly gushing, her pussy spasmed and dripped cum onto my tongue and mouth, dribbling down my chin and neck, onto my breasts. An almost identical look pulled our lips into tired smiles. Jenna leaned back onto her bed, eyes wide like she couldn't believe what had just happened. I retracted my tongue from Jenna's slit and laid my forearms across her still trembling thighs. Smug and satisfied, I crawled up her body to lay next to her on the bed where we both fell asleep.