***Still in Colorado, there are some chance meetings in this and an unusual relationship gets ironed out.
Unusual is a key word here, so I'd suggest reading the tags before diving in. 0_0
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Book of the Forsaken part 13
There was something about Katje that could get to Talon's heart every time and neither of them had much of a say in it. Likewise, Talon had the unconscious ability to stop Katje dead in her tracks to fall hopelessly in love with him all over again. These things usually came out of nowhere.
The first time that Katje had agreed to sit on his chest with her knees on either side of his head was a case in point. She sat on him as though she was afraid that either her weight would crush him -- all 94 pounds of her, or as though she was worried about something which Talon couldn't understand.
"You don't have to do this," Talon said, "Maybe we shouldn't. You look too uncomfortable to me and I don't like it. I'd rather not do anything that you don't like."
She'd looked at him suddenly trying to see if he was angry or disappointed in her, but he wasn't.
"I've done this before," she said, "with Cor and with Sonja and now you more than anyone. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I think it's the position," Talon said, "We've already done this like twenty times with you on your back because that little thing you've got is making me its prisoner."
She laughed so hard that she had to lean over him to hold herself up on her hands. When she could even speak, she had to know, "It's prisoner?"
Talon nodded, "Yeah, I've already spent hours licking you those times before. I could do that forever. You made me stop yesterday after you passed out for a second."
She stopped laughing and the way that she looked twisted his heart yet again.
"It got to be too much. But I know what you mean. I've already had the same kind of thing happen to me when I suck you and I know it's stupid. You came, my lips were so numb, nothing was going to happen for a long time after that -- and I still wanted to have it in my mouth because it's you. I think I'd love to just lie there and do that all day sometime."
He nodded, "But I think that like this, you feel like I can see too much and you're shy."
Katje thought about it and she said, "You might be right. So we're gonna do this now just because of that."
She moved back a little and smiled down at him, "Take a good look, Talon. I'd never want to hide anything from you."
He smiled and coaxed her forward so that he could begin.
About a minute into it, he noticed that while Katje was feeling it, she was also watching him, holding her hair and her breasts so that she could see better and she was also playing a little with her nipples.
She looked so little and sweet like that and Talon's heart almost broke then so he told her that he loved her because he thought that he might die if he didn't say it right then.
They went on and it ended with her trembling in his hands as he held her up. Her head was bent and her throat was raw from pleading out her love to him. Tears fell on his face and neither of them cared. She was clutching his head and holding herself against him as the fluttering inside of her faded.
She sniffled a little. There were times when they made love that it could make her cry a little out of love for him and she'd been a little ashamed over it the first few times, but now Katje regarded it as a point of pride.
"I'm yours Talon," she smiled and sniffled again, "I can't help myself. I'm so in love with you it makes me cry, but I'm happy."
She moved back a few minutes later to ease herself down on him slowly, and he loved the way that her soft voice took just the slightest edge when she finally bottomed out on him carefully.
She wiggled herself around for a minute to hear him groan. Then she nodded, "Gonna rock your little world, Talon."
She smiled and lifted herself just a little and then she dropped on him gently, maybe an eighth of an inch to make the groan come out a little like a cry. Right at the end, she leaned forward and ground on him. The effect of her voice then, ...
"Gonna fuck my sweet baby's brains out now," she sighed.
He didn't know why he hadn't come just from that.
Once she'd abandoned the pretense and just got on with it, Talon stared at the small goddess who'd chosen his heart to rule as she writhed on him. There were times when she needed to go short and as fast as hell and he watched her looking into nothing in front of her when her eyes opened. Mostly, they were closed and he liked that because of the times when she'd open them and he could look at her light irises for a few seconds. Her breathing then was so shallow and fast and she leaned forward with her hands on his chest or his shoulders.
She wouldn't put them anywhere else then and he knew that she needed them to be on him. Her sweet mouth was open and he could look at her wonderful teeth and he didn't give a shit if she drooled a little then. He doubted if she was even aware that she did, thinking that if she knew of it when it happened, she'd feel embarrassed.
But there was something about them and they knew it. It was similar to when they ate together and it got messy, ending up with the two of them often holding the same large piece of meat in their teeth at the same time and snarling a little as they looked into each other's eyes. It was just their way.
So at times like this, when she was feeling it and working herself so hard and fast, he didn't mind it if she drooled on him a little. He never said a thing. He just reveled in the mating of her.
When she'd shift to the long strokes, Katje would often lean back as her hips went on as though they were a part of an exercise machine left on auto-pilot. Her gasps and little sounds were the things then that tugged at his heartstrings.
She needed three things at once so often at those times.
The constant was the fucking, of course. That was central and had to go on. It was like a holy act between them; the engine that was driving it all. So that went like a machine, each stroke a grinding whipping of her spine, her hips being thrown just the last little bit at the end. It was the only thing that Talon would have ever needed a little pubic hair for.
She could keep them pretty wet from her own moisture, but she didn't grow any hair on her mound and she was adamant that Talon keep himself bare for her there so he did, shaving every day. He knew that she could get sore there, but it boggled his mind that long before that, it had happened before that she'd turned the area of skin over his pubic bone pink and sore for a while.
The other things that she needed were two-fold and they'd be a conundrum for her, were it not that she was mating with a male who had two hands himself.
Katje needed to lean backwards sometimes and to do that, she either had to be held by him or she had to support herself with her own hands for most of it.
But at times like that, her wonderful breasts cried out for attention too and had to be looked after. She'd taught him what she liked and he'd been an eager student. Talon didn't mind either way, whether his hands ran over those tits or he held her up so that he could watch her love them.
It just made him a little sad that when his Katje was like that, he often couldn't see her face because her head was back so far that her hair was draped over his thighs for a good part of its length.
She'd cry out sometimes and it was as though she was someone else, the cry sounding very primal to him and depending on where he was in it, he'd answer her in the same tone. It often brought him a thrill because she'd be bent backwards and he'd be wondering if she'd snap her own neck at this one day and then she'd cry and howl in a wild and sad way as she trembled a bit in his grip for a moment or two.
He'd answer her sometimes and then her head would rise over the horizon of her breasts to look down on him. Katje would be in full lust then, but she'd look at him with those light eyes and she'd do it again, but it would sound hopeful to him then and he'd answer. She'd smile and her eyes might close for a few seconds and in that time, she looked happy and moving in almost a dancing, fucking sort of way that he could never categorize to fit into his mind properly.
If it was one of those times and it had gone well, this ritual that she seemed to follow unconsciously; she'd come and he'd know it by the barest and quickest build up to him. He didn't know how fast it was for her, but he knew that he had to be paying attention if he didn't want to miss it.
The build-up could appear and go by so fast but it was the only warning that he'd get. Then her orgasm would be on her.
She'd come and howl out his name sometimes in a way that he could feel inside of him. Her mouth would open and her eyes might be open or not. But it was her wings then, ...
Katje's wings would almost explode outward and she'd flap once or twice before he'd get to watch them quiver for him. Those long seconds were when he'd feel her working him inside of her to draw his seed forth.
Sometimes he wasn't ready and sometimes she made him ready with it all, but she always told him afterward how she loved to look at him then. He didn't get it until she'd described it for him, but what she saw then were his eyes almost flashing as they glittered and his mouth would open and his head would thrash there under her and the sight of his teeth could push her higher.
Every tendon, every artery and every single muscle that he had in her view would be distended then as his semen came to her and Katje wanted it all. His hips would thrust a little then but that wasn't what she waited for.
It was the way that the last thrust -- the seminal stroke, as it were, would be done with his hands holding her hips tightly against him as he arched his back and actually lifted her up a good half foot into the air.
That was when she'd often grunt to him in a needy way -- right at the moment that she was taking it from him and grinding a bit to make it good.
The moment would drag on and when she knew somehow that she'd gotten the seed of her male, she'd lean forward suddenly and work him even harder from inside her as the screeched at him from inches away and he answered for as long as they had the breath for it.
This was no language other than what had always been done in caves and grottos and in between a few rocks on a hill by their kind, back when any male tried to impregnate every female that he had the chance at and every female was after any male. After the frenzy each time, there was only a little time for small and quiet little strokes and kindnesses passed between them until they met again the next year to mate again. It was before the pairings which were sought today by the present generations of that unknown predator, but the elements were still the same.
If there was anything left for her that she hadn't drawn out in the way of their kind, she'd get it then; a small offering of the last of it, almost a tiny second orgasm to him, but sweet nonetheless.
The magic would fade after that and the two of them would look at each other for just a moment before she'd reach for his head and they'd share a long and frantic, though weakening kiss.
After that, she was just on top of him with her head next to his, telling him how much she loved and needed him. Talon had absolutely no doubt of it because though it hadn't been planned - just like the way that they'd gotten together that first night -- they'd become something that Cor and Sonja hadn't attained. Whatever they were and only half-breeds at that, ...
They were now a mated pair of something.
