Native&Cold Ch2
from the sands of time, I return to you and bring this with me...
I actually didn't want to finish this for a pretty long time, as the setting is quite isolated and allows for very few strings of narrative to interact with each other. Writing it, it felt rather monotone, for lack of a better word. The lack of actual verbal communication made it even worse. I was stuck for a while but figured I should just let the characters interact with each other to see what happened. That's why it's a bit longer than it probably needs to be.
I got some feedback for it a while back elsewhere and would like to thank those that took the time to read the draft back then and to type out some feedback. I made sure to include your wish for a certain something to happen near the end. Excuse my grammar ( especially my commas), I'm not a native. Enough from me.
It was Ryan who first regained control over his body. While Hiiyeh was still twitching, he could feel the strength return to his legs. The water was still running and the spray hit them both, washing the cum that had made it back out off her slit. It was starting to turn cold, so he carefully extricated himself from their tangle and turned it off.
Ryan felt amazing. Here was an incredibly voluptuous and in all honesty quite beautiful being, and he had just made her cum so hard she probably would practically jump him as soon as she recovered. He had been expecting to be snowed in for at least a month, maybe jerk off occasionally and spend most of the time on his laptop writing a new novel. Now it seemed he would instead get laid while writing and caring for a guest.
And even if this would be the only time they did it, she was a gold mine as far as inspiration went. Never mind the question of what she actually was, although the native American that now lay dead in his living room...
Oh.
Right.
That would be a problem.
Somebody would come looking for him. Then again, Ryan had shot in self defence. Alaska's laws were pretty clear in these circumstances; he had been attacked in his own home.
But that would inevitably raise the question of why the old man had been here in the first place. There had to be a reason, nobody ventured out here just because he could in that kind of weather.
He couldn't just make the old man disappear, could he? If he buried the guy out in the snow somewhere, nobody would find out. If he did it far away from any roads or towns, the old man would never ever be found and he wouldn't get any visitors asking questions about the why and how. Maybe some that would ask whether he had ever been here. Could he get away with claiming he had never been here? No, sorry, never heard of him?
"Wyhen."
She ripped him out of his reverie, now turned towards him and sitting at his feet with pain obviously written on her face. The movement of her leg must've hurt. How could she even have enjoyed the sex then?
Never mind.
Hiiyeh had both hands outstretched, reaching for him... asking him to pull her up?
Okay. That was weird. She hadn't really voluntarily gotten close to him before, it was more of a necessity then.
Ryan grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her up until she stood, getting very close to her again. Her tits were gently pressing against him and if it were not for having just poured a load in to her, he knew his dick would be hard as a rock right now.
She put her arm around him, let him guide her out of the shower, where he picked up a large towel and began rubbing parts of her down, then held out the towel to her which she took and slowly dried her fur.
He took another one, the last one after the ordeal of stabilizing her in the tub and quickly did the same on himself. About halfway through, he noticed that while Hiiyeh was taking care of herself as best as she could, her eyes always flitted back to him. He raised an eyebrow and she just smiled, but kept her eyes on him.
Had he been that good? True, three Os on their first time being intimate was probably pretty good, but that good? Okay, the last one had her twitching for almost a minute, but had he really been so good as to completely stump her?
Maybe.
If that happened to be the case, the porn folder on one of his laptops had just been made completely obsolete.
Ryan tried this new idea of their relationship by simply approaching her without warning and was delighted to find that Hiiyeh just watched what he did but did not flinch away at all.
He used the towel on the parts that she couldn't reach on her legs because of her injury and found that fur can hold a lot more water than human skin. He also felt himself beginning to get excited as he saw a single droplet of cum hang on a long thin line from between her legs.
When he felt that he had done enough, he pulled her arm over his shoulder and started to walk, with her following without any comment whatsoever. Ryan had a realization, stopped and handed Hiiyeh the blanket, shoving it on her in a way that indicated she should cover herself with it then wrapped a towel around his hips. The shirt and the pants he had worn were sprayed with blood. Those would have to be washed. The underwear had been the same he had slept in. In to the washing they would eventually go... but not now.
Before they left the bathroom Hiiyeh stopped him. She gestured towards the pelt he had taken off her and to him.
He raised an eyebrow, and she added a gesture as if she were to put it on. Then she pointed at him.
Was he supposed to wear it? Why? Wasn't that her punishment? Well, he'd get it once she was back in the living room.
Ryan tried to lead her on, but she held him back and pointed at the fur again.
Now he was curious. Why was he supposed to wear it if it was up to her to show that she was responsible for killing a fellow... being?
He left her standing close to the wall so she could support herself and went back for the pelt. When he tried to drape it over her shoulder, she took it from his hands and instead laid it over his.
Seeing that it apparently mattered quite a lot to her, he sighed and left it there. It felt weird and not quite as comfortable as he would have liked. Leather on skin is not something you get used to all that quickly.
Hiiyeh was now apparently satisfied and happily let him lead her in to the living room, where she froze. There was blood pretty much everywhere. The old man was in a pool of blood, his hands holding together what remained of his abdomen. The wolves each had left behind a pool on the ground where their bodies lay as well as an imprint of where they had been when the rifle rounds had ended them. Wide eyed, she looked at him with her huge green eyes and gulped.
Ryan looked at her, somewhat apologetic. She didn't flinch, like he thought she would, she just stared at him and he did not know how to explain that the old man had tried to shoot first.
It apparently did not really matter, though. She kept her eyes mostly on him but followed his lead, the only thing that she really did was gingerly step around all corpses and blood. Ryan in turn tried to somewhat avoid her eyes and kept his downcast. He somehow felt that she disapproved and it made him feel uncomfortable and a little ashamed.
The blankets and pillows near the fireplace were still clean, so it did not bother her too much to get gingerly lowered back in to that position. She was about to drag another blanket over her when Ryan stopped her with a hand gesture, then pointed at the bandage and raised an eyebrow.
Can I look at that?
"Ekey."
He carefully began to unwrap the material, always watching out for her reaction. While bending her leg in order for him to easily get off coil after coil of the gauze had seemingly been painful, the actual procedure seemed to be fine until he got to the gauze that he had drenched in disinfectant. Hiiyeh took serious interest in his care now and watched his every move, pulling herself up to get a better look.
Ryan in turn looked at her until she caught his eyes, then raised an eyebrow and pointed at the wound and gestured towards one of the wolves.
Did one of these do this to you?
Hiiyeh nodded and pointed towards the one that lay right in front of the couch. Ryan couldn't really distinguish between them, so he raised an eyebrow again and pointed to the wolves in sequence, but Hiiyeh kept pointing at the wolf in front of the couch.
Somehow, she could tell them apart.
Anyway, back to the wound. He slowly lifted the last piece of gauze and felt her tense. Below, it looked better, but not great. The wounds should have probably been stitched, but he was no expert on the subject and that was definitely beyond his capabilities and equipment.
Ryan went back to the kitchen, fetched a bowl of water and carefully started washing blood out of the fur surrounding the punctures.
Hiiyeh occasionally twitched, but kept her eyes either on his face or hands and said nothing.
When Ryan felt he had done enough, he examined the scab that had formed on some of the punctures with his eyes, then carefully touched them. Hiiyeh's face contorted in to a mask of pain, and Ryan quickly withdrew his finger.
He went back to the kitchen, this time to fetch something to help with the pain.
Despite his uncomfortably burning disinfectant, he was not a man who looked down upon painkillers. Sometimes, they helped with keeping you on task instead of focused on the pain and that could be the difference between life and death.
The only thing he was unsure about was whether they would work on Hiiyeh. He also was unsure about how many of the little pills she would need to feel an effect and it was not like she could just tell him 'okay, that's enough, I can move my leg now.'
How would he even get her to swallow them?
Looking for help, he browsed the leaflet provided with the painkillers and found at least that they provided a table that gave him a rough estimate of the dosage she would need.
The question, of course, was whether they would work at all. Do animals use the same painkillers that humans do? How did she fit in there? She wasn't human, obviously, but she seemed no less intelligent than a human being. It wasn't like she was some kind of dolphin either, she seemed to be speaking some kind of language and was clearly able to use tools, even knew what a firearm was and how to cook.
Did that mean that their biochemistry was anything alike, did that mean that the painkillers would work as intended and not stop her heart or some other, unintended fatal side effect?
The list of unintended side effects on the leaflet sounded rather brutal. Vomiting, sickness, loss of conscious, allergies...
But the amount of people who suffered them seemed rather low.
Would she be part of the statistics or would it help?
He mulled this over a couple of times, not sure how to approach the subject. Ideally, he would tell her what the risks were but he had no idea how to get the idea across that if she were to take these pills, they might make her spill her last meal, kill her, or just take the pain from the injured leg away.
The statistics clearly said that the most likely case was that they would work as intended on humans.
How does one communicate this through gestures?
Answer: Not at all.
Think, Ryan.
"Wyhen?"
He peeked in to the living room where Hiiyeh sat, wound undressed and looked at him, then pointed at him, the kitchen and raised an eyebrow.
What was he doing in the kitchen?
Not much.
Right now he was just standing there with a leaflet in his hand, so he raised that to show it to her. She kept her eyebrow raised and pointed at it.
What could he say? Medicine is nothing that you can just gesture.
But then he looked at the leaflet and saw one of the danger pictographs which sparked an idea in his head. He couldn't write to communicate, but he could draw.
Ryan began to grin at what he thought was a genius idea, then quickly left the kitchen, bounded up the stairs and almost broke down the door to his study in the attic with how fast he was moving.
He took a quarter of an inch high stack of paper from the stack next to the printer, leafed through it to make sure it was empty and a handful of pencils and ball pens as well as a piece of wood that had the approximate size of letter paper and ran back down the stairs, fetched the painkillers, a glass of water and the leaflet that accompanied them and threw down everything next to Hiiyeh before settling there himself.
