The Black Rose Legacy Ch. 05

Extricating myself gently so as to not awaken my young love too soon, I pulled on some sweatpants, tiptoed into the bathroom, did my morning business, then padded into the kitchen. Knowing Tuyen would be hungry when she woke up, I checked my breakfast supplies: orange juice, 9 eggs, a package of English muffins, butter, cheese, some mushrooms and bell peppers, and a pound of bacon. OK, I could work with that.

Firing up my toaster and skillets, after a half-hour there were a 9-egg omelet, 6 buttered English muffins and a dozen slices of bacon were ready for her. As for me, I had a mug of instant coffee and one English muffin. Before I could turn to go wake Tuyen up, I was not-too-gently blindsided by two long arms hugging me and my face being peppered by kisses. Enjoying her attention, I decided right then and there I didn't ever want to be a bachelor again.

After she finished her good morning affection, I took a moment to look her over. She was gloriously naked; her hair and fur, now devoid of oil and saltwater, practically glowed in the morning light. She was even more beautiful than the night before.

My Sasquatch lust certainly took notice, but I ignored the stirring in my sweatpants, focusing instead on the care and feeding of my lover. "Ah, you're awake! Come have breakfast," I told her, and pulled out a chair at my small kitchen table to seat her.

Her eyes got wide when I put the food in front of her; ignoring the knife and fork I'd set on the table (stupid me, not a lot of cutlery usage deep in the jungle), she used her fingers to quickly devour the omelet, then turned her attention to the bacon. It vanished even more quickly than the omelet, followed by the English muffins -- both hers and mine.

Now satiated, Tuyen sat back and let out a large burp, and I took that as an indicator I'd done a good job. The fur on her chest was now covered with crumbs and bits of food, so I got a warm washrag and began to clean her up. She sat passively and watched as I lovingly wiped off her fingers, then cleared the crumbs off her torso.

Feeling a stirring in my sweatpants again, I used the washcloth to gently caress her breasts. After wiping her nipples clean, my lust slipped out and I impulsively took one in my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue. Tuyen's reaction was immediate; tackling me to the floor, she quickly peeled me out of my sweatpants.

As I lay stunned on my back, she straddled me and began to rub her labia against my member, resulting in another steel-beam erection. Her vagina, still slick from our previous night's activities, allowed my hardness to slip right in and she proceeded to ride me. For my part, since she was doing all the work there was not much for me to do but reach up and continue to play with her nipples, which in turn made her passion even more intense.

Finally, she tensed up, shrieked as an orgasm ripped through her, then collapsed on top of me. Because she'd thoroughly drained me the previous night I didn't reach a climax, but that was OK. My mate was happy, that's all that mattered. As she lay the on top of me, I stroked her hair and repeated what she'd said to me last night, "Tôi yêu em." I was pretty sure I'd said it right, as I did love her.

She'd slid up and began kissing my neck -- last night she'd really worn me out, so frankly I had no idea if I could perform again -- when thankfully, there was a knock on my apartment door. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 11:00am. It was Greg and Bian, right on time! I called out, "Just a minute!"

Extricating myself from under Tuyen, I wiped my member down with the washrag and pulled my sweatpants back on. I knew Greg had told Bian about Tuyen being a genuine Batutut, but actually seeing my girl in her full fur glory might come as a shock so I ran and got my bathrobe and a pair of my briefs for Tuyen to wear. She seemed to enjoy me putting clothes on her, but I suspected she just enjoyed me touching her, period.

I opened the door and Greg walked in, handing me a big red and yellow book. "Here. I found this in the language section at the Borders Bookstore, I figured it you needed it."

I read the title of the book: Speaking Romantic Vietnamese for Dummies. I laughed, telling him, "Thanks, the title pretty much describes me now." Then looking over his shoulder, I saw Bian, carrying an aluminum cosmetic case and staring in wide-eyed wonder up at Tuyen. I should mention Bian was tiny, about 5'2" with long black hair and resembling the TV actress Kieu Chinh from M*A*S*H. Relieved to see her, I bent and gave Bian a quick hug. "Thanks for coming to help."

Before Bian could say anything, Tuyen pushed her way between us and threw her arms around my waist, snapping, "Bây giờ tôi là bạn đời của anh ấy, anh đừng chạm vào anh ấy!"

Bian shot back, "Greg là bạn đời của tôi, tôi không muốn của bạn! Hơn nữa, dương vật của Manny quá lớn so với tôi! Bạn có thể có anh ta!" That seemed to break the tension, and both women laughed. While I liked the sound, I got the distinct impression the joke was on me.

Bian explained, "Tuyen warned me that she was now your mate, and I was not to not touch you. I told her to relax, Greg is my mate, I don't want hers! I also told her your penis is too big for me, so she can have you. She seemed to find that amusing."

I was a little stunned at that revelation, and asked, "And how exactly would you know my physiology, um, down there?"

Greg had become very quiet, his attention suddenly counting flowers in my apartment's wallpaper pattern. Coward.

Bian laughed, "Greg's seen it a few times in the locker room when you guys were changing. He told me if you hooked a chain to it you could use it as an anchor, so 'no thanks' on that for me."

Well, this was awkward. When I became a teenager, I didn't really think much about the size of my manhood. All I could think to say to Bian was, "Good to know; but I prefer Tuyen because she's taller, so that makes us even."

Bian translated my response to Tuyen, "Manny nói rằng anh ấy thích những cô gái cao như bạn," which seemed to please her. Tuyen smiled and squeezed me tighter, giving me a kiss.

Bian nodded, her demeanor suddenly all business. She explained that she was going to make Tuyen look like an American girl, saying "Tôi ở đây để làm cho bạn trông giống như một cô gái Mỹ, then opened up her cosmetics case. It was big, as long and wide as a carpenter's toolbox, and about 2' tall; opening the top panels revealed accordion-style trays filled with small items like emery boards, nail polish, lipstick, fingernail scissors, toenail clippers, and hair pins. The bottom drawer contained a hair dryer, a curling iron, and some cans of hair spray.

Her beauty tools ready, Bian now turned into a beautician battlefield general, and began snapping orders. "Manny, I'll need a couple of flat dishes, like deep pans or big casserole dishes, filled with warm soapy water to soak Tuyen's cuticles before I start with her mani/pedi. I'll start by trimming her hair, then take care of her hands and feet. Her hair looks nice and thick, but I definitely have to do something about those split ends."

Eyeing my briefs Tuyen was wearing, Bian asked her, "Bạn có bộ đồ lót nào của riêng mình không?"

Looking confused, Tuyen shook her head no, responding simply "Tôi không có gì cả."

Bian looked at me. "Is this for real? She has no clothing of her own? NONE?"

"Tuyen grew up in a jungle, and was locked up in a cage when I found her," I explained. She's like a damned newborn. We just got in last night, so I haven't had a chance to go shopping for her yet. My shirts and sweatpants fit her for now."

Bian frowned, and scolded, "She'll still need underwear. Greg, go to Kmart and pick up some 2XL granny panties." She looked at me, winked, and said, "That kind should do for now, Manny can buy her frilly stuff later. Oh, and pick up some extra-absorbent sanitary pads. With all she's been through, there's no telling when her period might start. We want Manny to be prepared."

Relieved to escape after being busted for telling Bian about my macro-penis, Greg nodded and rushed out the door. I was betting he'd take his time shopping before returning. Tuyen now seemed to be relaxing and warming up to Bian. She started chattering away in Vietnamese like they were best friends. At one point she blurted out, "Manny đã hát cho tôi nghe!" Uh-oh.

Apparently my new love was oversharing again, because Bian raised one eyebrow and asked, "You sang to her? Like what, a lullaby?"

I don't know why I was embarrassed, but I felt my face flush, "No, not a lullaby. It was an old love song that's been passed down through my family. I thought she was asleep, I didn't think she even heard me."

Bian chuckled, "Oh, she heard you all right. She's been telling me non-stop about you saving her and how wonderful you are, how you fed her and cleaned her, as well as intimate stuff that was probably a little too much information. Let me just say you satisfy her. This girl's got it bad for you, big guy."

As flattering as Tuyen's opinion of me was, I made a mental note after she and I learned more of each other's languages we needed to have a discussion about privacy and oversharing.

Bian shook her head, then confessed, "Frankly, it's nauseating how devoted she is to you, and it makes me jealous that Greg's not as devoted to me." Having said her piece, the little beautician set to work on Tuyen's hair while I went to fetch a casserole dish and fill it with warm soapy water.

Ninety minutes later Bian had finished; Tuyen's hair was trimmed and styled, while her fingernails and toenails were trimmed and done with a nice aqua-blue polish. Wearing my hoodie and long sweatpants to cover her furry arms and legs, she could easily pass for a Monterey tourist, albeit a tall one.

I'd also run out to a nearby Walgreen's and found some XXXL flip-flop sandals for her, so at least she didn't have to walk barefoot until we found her some size 17 Bally sneakers.

Greg, meanwhile, had returned with cotton panties and pads as instructed, which Bian explained to Tuyen, then shooed us into the kitchen and closed the door for some privacy while she showed my girl how to put them on.

To my Sasquatch relatives clothing was optional, more for convenience than modesty; however, the way Greg looked at the new and improved Tuyen made me slightly jealous. True, he'd seen her wet, oily, and without clothes aside from a blanket while we were on the Coast Guard utility boat, but she'd been covered with oil and seaweed. This was different. Besides, if he was going to ogle someone, it should be his own damned girlfriend!

While I was out, for lunch I'd picked up eight 12" hoagie sandwiches: two tuna, two meatball, two salami, and two vegetarian with hummus, green pepper, and tomato. Bian had a vegetarian, Greg had a tuna, and since Tuyen had eaten my toast at breakfast, I ate a meatball and a salami. Tuyen ate the remaining four, but not as sloppily as she'd eaten breakfast. Bian explained to Greg and I that she'd lectured my girl on keeping her clothes clean to keep a low profile, to avoid the attention of any authorities in the area.

Greg and Bian left once lunch was over. It was Tuesday, and we agreed to drive up to Little Saigon the following Monday. Tuyen seemed tired, as if all the excitement from being pampered by Bian and then having a big lunch tuckered her out. This was confirmed when she stood up, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Shrugging off the bathrobe she was wearing, she lay down on top of the bed's duvet, gesturing me to join her; needing no further urging to get horizontal with my mate, I pulled off my sweatshirt and joined immediately, now clad only in my jeans.

She snuggled up next to me, under my left arm facing me with her left arm flung across my chest. An almost electric impulse shot through me as I felt her furred breasts rubbing against my bare chest. Feeling her nipples pressed against my chest, my jeans grew tighter as my erection began to stir but I didn't want to disrupt our intimate moment. I mean, sex with Tuyen was incredible, but so was just cuddling up with her.

Reaching over onto the nightstand, I picked up the Vietnamese language book Greg had bought me, thumbed through it a bit, and decided to try a few phrases.

First, I told her how pretty she looked. "Bạn trông rất xinh đẹp."

She kissed me lightly and murmured her thanks. "Cảm ơn bạn!"

Then, burying my face in her hair, I told her I loved her scent, whispering, "Tôi thích mùi của bạn."

She giggled, and I could feel her press the warmth of her crotch against my left thigh. Uh oh. I guess I could add compliments to the list of things that got my girl into the mood.

Trying not to disrupt our cuddling, I thumbed through and put together another sentence, confessing that I got jealous when Greg looked at her. "Greg cũng nghĩ rằng bạn xinh đẹp. Cái cách anh ấy nhìn em khiến tôi ghen tị!"

This was the first time I'd actually confessed to feeling possessive about her; Tuyen's eyes got wide, and she laughed in delight; then for the first time, spoke to me in English. "No Greg, he small. Yes Manny, he big and love me. I only go him." Then she got serious for a moment, and asked, "You only go Tuyen? You no go Bian?""

It was my turn to chuckle, and I responded slowly, "Yes, I only go Tuyen. No go Bian. Tuyen much better."

To show her I was serious, I bent my head down and pressed my lips to hers, giving her a long, loving kiss, then repeated, "Tuyen much better." Having reassured her, I laid back and closed my eyes, holding her close and hoping for a nap. No such luck.

After a quiet moment, I felt her move out from under my arm and scoot up. My eyes were still closed, but suddenly I felt something warm pressing against my lips -- a long nipple. Automatically, without opening my eyes, I opened my mouth and began to suckle on it. I felt her straddle my belly as I sucked on the luscious tidbit, and began blindly used my hands to stroke the fur on her back and bottom.

Reaching behind and underneath her, I located her vaginal entrance, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and penetrated her with two fingers, moving them in and out. Tuyen shivered and gave a little squeal of pleasure.

The scent of her excitement was becoming much stronger now, my cock stiffening in my jeans as my intensity matching hers. I felt her start to straighten up, so I took her nipple in my teeth and held it there. With my free hand, I reached around, grasped her captive breast and squeezed it. "Tuyen go Manny," I growled, and felt her press her mons against my hand in response.

Finally, releasing her nipple and taking my hand away, I got up and took off my jeans and briefs. By this point, I had an erection that could have passed as a damned redwood tree with the addition of a few leaves, so I wasted no time in pulling off her panties, parted her legs and plunged right in. The coupling was savage, and I repeatedly growled "No Greg! Tuyen go Manny!"

As I pistoned into her, she responded in grunts, not words, her hands reaching down and pushing me into her harder. Lost in animal passion, we carried on this way for a while until I felt the build-up in my balls. I was very close to release.

Most women know that men have a weakness; they'll promise their partners damn near anything when they're about to cum. It was probably coincidence, but just as I felt my release building up my princess asked, "Manny go Tuyen always?"

My whole body stiffened, and I pulled her hips to mine, using all my strength to make us inseparable; as I released my load, I groaned, "OHHHHH YES! Go Tuyen ALWAYS!" Multiple jets of my seed filled her, and I shook with pleasure. Afterwards, with my muscles relaxing post-climax, I pulled her to me and kissed her, dominantly thrusting my tongue in her mouth. The Sasquatch in me wanted her to know that was no false promise, she was mine forever.

During 'the talk' when I became a teenager, Dad told me that despite their superior size, Sasquatch females sometimes liked to feel protected and dominated by their mates. I guess he knew what he was talking about. My mother was 5" taller and 50 pounds heavier than my father, after all. Still, she seemed to enjoy when he was occasionally dominant and possessive, like the New Year's Eve party where some guy made a drunken pass at Mom. Dad got so jealous, when they got home he kept her in bed with him until January 3rd; he'd come out to fetch food and drinks, otherwise the door stayed locked! For weeks after, Mom was in a fantastic mood, kissing Dad and grabbing his ass whenever he walked by.

Now here I was in the same situation; as I began to recover, I remained on top of Tuyen with my arms around her, kissing her but possessively refusing to release her. As strong as Tuyen was, she could have thrown me off her like a dishrag, but instead she quietly lay beneath me, returning my kisses. I felt her pelvic muscles squeezing my stiffness, like an earthquakes aftershock. It was a perfect moment that I wished would last forever.

Finally, my manhood softened and slipped out of her well-filled vagina. A moment later a stream of womanly juices and my ejaculate began trickling out and soaking the sheets. Reluctantly I released her, fetching a warm washcloth to clean her up plus a towel to soak up the mini-flood on the bed. As I knelt next to the bed gently wiping her labia clean, she cooed softly and stroked my hair, and whispered, "I go Manny always."

As much as I would have liked to couple with her for the rest of the day, being mostly human I needed some time to recover. After I got cleaned up and we got dressed, Tuyen and I went for a walk. It was a short walking distance from my apartment to Fisherman's Wharf, so we strolled down to mingle with the tourists.

At first, Tuyen wasn't keen on being near the water (not surprising), but her hesitation turned to delight when I took her into the food places. I bought her seafood chowder in a sourdough bowl, fish and chips, fried calamari, fresh oysters, and finished off with several cookies, cotton candy, and an oversized chocolate bar. Even though we'd just had lunch, my girl still had herself an appetite! I suspected it was my Sasquatch instincts again, but I found her food consumption rather arousing.

Despite consuming so much food, I was also impressed that, thanks to Bian's instructions, Tuyen took extra care not to spill anything on her clothes. My girl was adjusting quickly to her new life with me, and I was proud of her.

Since we were amongst the tourist shops, I bought Tuyen a hoodie of her own with a picture of otters on it, plus a half-dozen touristy t-shirts, a ball cap, a velour tracksuit, and some Ray-Ban sunglasses. Walking back to the apartment with our arms around each other's waists, I realized that despite the language barrier, this relationship was serious enough I needed to let my mother Maeve know.

With Tuyen curled in my lap, I called home to break the news to her about my new girlfriend.

Mom answered, and after pleasantries I proceeded to tell her the story of how we met. "This is going to sound crazy, but my last day with the Coast Guard I rescued Tuyen off of a ship, the Panja Bhum out of Thailand. There was an explosion in the engine room that blew a hole in the hull, and she was taking on water. Maybe you read about it in the newspapers?"

Mom immediately replied, "Oh, yes, I saw the Coast Guard had rescued twenty-three girls being smuggled in a cargo container. Was that when you met her?"

This was the awkward part. "Well, this is where it gets a little complicated. I rescued Tuyen, but she was different than the other girls. She wasn't being transported in the container, I found her in the engine room, locked in a cage like an animal. She's not exactly human, Mom. Somebody was going to put her in a zoo!"