A long time ago in my even more awkward youth I had another account on literotica where I posted all of one story. Out of curiosity I returned to it and found it was received far warmer than I remembered, and it made me curious about what could have been, had I kept writing. Am I back? I'd like to be but no promises.
This story is mildly inspired by Bowoodstock's Kita'thalla, but aside from a similar setting it's a beast all it's own.
1. Melodrama
"But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive"
Starlight and wildfire. Vivid warmth defying the cold world. It felt right. It felt like floating in a secluded pond, gently rocked by the stout hips of the man between her thighs.
He smelled like fresh soil in sunlight, like dry grass and sweat. The dense pelt slid and shifted beneath the fingers as she dug into his back and lilium, desperately trying to keep their bodies flush together.
The soft brush on his hard body drove her wild as his pelvis connected with her's. Every thrust interrupted a breath that became a whimper or stuttering moan. Her eyes wandered with the loll of her head. She saw the stars and wondered, briefly, if they were watching as she spread her legs for him. She laughed aloud at the thought.
The rutting slowed and he turned to look at her, quizzically. High on sex with those huge honest eyes peering from that furred, angular face, she laughed even harder. With half his face ruffled and stained, and those paddle ears standing up and attentive, he looked ludicrous.
"Did I touch your shoulder again?"
Their first time together they had discovered even lightly touching Zhe beneath her arms crashed her into peals of laughter.
"No. You look like a pup in a water bowl."
She released his back to pet his cheek and he nuzzled into her knuckles. Without the grip on his back she felt heavier. He loved it. He loved the way she towered above him, and the way she spread out beneath him. He loved holding her up and feel her weight shift in his arms. It felt as if she melted.
She hated when he called her a Goddess, so he didn't. He didn't tell her how he ached to see her, how abnormally beautiful she was even with the grey adhesive patch along her cheek. How it thrilled him that he had to stand away from her to look her in the eye, and how he had to strain his neck and toes just to kiss the bottom of her chest. How he felt perverse from the pleasure he took in hugging her strong leg to his body, and the elation he felt when she pressed his head to her thigh. How he felt he didn't deserve her but would give his all to earn her.
She'd hate him saying any of that, so he didn't. Instead he licked the sweat from her palm and made her squeal.
"You animal!"
It only egged him on to lick her belly in big, fast laps that had her shaking so hard from laughter her whole body rocked. He loved to make her laugh.
Her fingers melted into his neck and turned into claws, pulling the smitten loma away from her to look her in the eye, tongue still hanging from his facetious grin.
With his pronounced jaws open wide and pseudo-simian teeth glinting in the fire light, part of her couldn't help but be reminded of a dog panting for breath, but the image was chased away by the wholly human smile stretching his angular lips and puffing up his cheeks beneath those warm emerald eyes. Hard little stones with earthy shades of grey, green and yellow blazing through half-closed eyelids as if she was his entire world.
She pulled him back again and shifted her legs to hoist herself up above him. Before he knew it he toppled backwards into the ground as she settled above him. His giant ears came up in surprise, just managing to not be crushed under his back. They stood erect and stiff, two wide and curved blades intently studying her. He imagined he could hear her mane rustle as she descended to look into his eyes. Her back coiled, her hands grabbing his pectorals, her musing eyes staring him down, she looked like a predator ready to strike. His member twitched inside her.
He looked at her with awe and wonder. His face, an angular protrusion with a sharp chin and angular cheek bones defied the effeminate place rabbits had taken in human culture. A wide, low-set forehead swooped back across his scalp, which together with the bridge of his nose and cheeks gave him the appearance of an arrow. This threatening visage was off-set by his eyes. Eyes grey as a cliff face, sealed in a pristine crystal sphere, but the most expressive eyes she had ever seen. His fur, short and soft as down feathers eased or hardened vividly with his expressions and every time she knew it was honest. It had scared her, it had warmed her, and right now it dulled over with a dumb euphoria as she straddled his splayed thigh and took him for her own.
He thrilled as she stared him down, not a finger's width between their nostrils. He tried to kiss her but her hand on his chest held him down to the soil. For a second her eyes were closed but then opened - two polished marbles of the darkest bark, inviting him into their warmth. Home is what he saw in those eyes, but the face surrounding them spoke of burning fire, predation and glee.
"You want to play dirty?"
She moved as if to kiss him and he tried to catch it but she didn't let him. Again he tried, again she held him. Frustrated, he steadied his feet, ball and heel to the ground and thrust upwards into her glory. Again she denied him, as she ground her hips into his, her full weight down on his middle. It took his breath away to want to fuck her so badly and yet be refused. He could throw her off but he wouldn't, the game they played was far too fun.
"Let me."
Again she rose till she towered above him. She reached so far she was part of the sky to him. Her pale, languid form and the billowing red mane moved with the rhythm of her hips as she took him inside. Goose skin bloomed across her back, shivers ran through her legs and she sighed every time he entered her.
His hands - soft pads, rough texture, strands of hair tickling her midriff - held on to her hips, feebly urging her to receive more of him. Her blazing hands burned in the fur of his stomach, pressing down upon the rippling abdomen, keeping him down as she set their pace.
Again she looked at the sky and imagined eyes on her. She imagined them studying her intimately, noting every crook of her limbs and ripple in her skin as she fucked this animal before them. She imagined them listening to her voice, the way it broke under her breath and the small sounds she'd let slip. The chanting as she burned with him inside her, herding the sun towards the horizon.
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The illicit coupling continued into the night. Having flattened every straw of grass in their small camp with their rolling bodies, the lovers called out their release and sank into one another's arms. Basking in the heat of the moment, unwilling to let it end, Zhe reached for the survivor's blanket and wrapped the both of them up inside it. Exhausted and elated they curled their limbs together and let sleep take them.
They lay down aloof and safe in their isolation. They had fled the petty butchery with noone the wiser, and the future lay ahead of them. For all their struggles, all the horror and suffering, now their lives would truly begin. Zhe felt the need to cry from joy, but forced the tears back, not willing to worry Kuhan. She just held him tighter, and thought about the future ahead of them.
She expected to fall asleep cradled by the exotic man in her arms, but with her focus so tuned to him she became aware of a growing unease. He grew heavy in her arms, ears slowly standing straight and peering into the dark, listening. At first she didn't understand what was happening, but as he slowly lifted his head from her shoulders and turned to stare into the grass, she felt it too.
He was the first to move, jumping from her arms towards his discarded scutate, but crashed to the ground before he could reach it. Two feathered needles stuck from his side. Zhe had barely moved for her sword when two needles imbedded themselves in her arm, and she watched the limb droop in front of her eyes. Tearing the needles out didn't help, the numbness washed up her arm, and she collapsed into the bent grass.
The world spun around her and a terrifying weakness overcame her. Perfectly awake, her body weighed more than the world itself, and it only grew heavier. She could barely breathe. Is this what gravity was like on Earth?
In the corner of her eye the grass shifted, and she struggled to turn her gaze. Her eyes stung like sand had worked itself into the sockets and she could just barely turn to catch the thing glaring at her through the grass. The face was monstrous. Black lips stretched to reveal yellow teeth. Black fur was splintered in sharp cracks by it's disgusted expression. It's yellow eyes seemed to glow in the fire light, and reflected such hatred, it made Ahora whimper in terror. Was it a muor? She'd only seen loma paintings of them, and thought the wide-eyed twisted grimaces had been childish exaggerations. The face in the grass was a monstrous reality. Only when it fully stepped into the firelight could she make out it's distinct leporid features.
Where Kuhan was a tightly woven wire of muscles across his naked frame, this one was a small boulder in a suffocating bogey mail. The loma as she knew them were angular and thin pseudo-human lagomorphs, subject to an evolution humanity didn't entirely understand. The hulking thing bearing down on her barely reminded of the lean man she was just embracing a moment ago, and the intentionally bulky armour could only do so much.
Zhe had read about the bogey mail. Steel scalemails beneath black pelts proudly taken from muor, sown into a shapeless cloud of fur that melted wearer into the dark. Designed to be a horrifyingly effective night-time camouflage and armour, it turned it's wearer into a nondistinct shadow among the trees but allowed them First and second blood in an ambush. She'd studied the aftermath of loma ambushes wearing these armours, and the carnage they'd leave behind.
It pounced. Her heart beat and then seized, deprived of oxygen from lungs that barely worked. Her vision blackened at the edge of unconsciousness, and then returned to crushing pain. A grip made of fur and claws squeezed her jowls so hard it brought tears to her eyes. She could barely make out it's face. Just two burning stars shining in a twitching darkness.
Zhe whimpered, barely able to breathe through the tight grip and completely helpless to move as it bared her neck.
"Lam'al'ha'ntala."
At First she wasn't sure where the voice came from, but as the burning salt ran down her face her vision cleared briefly and let her take the creature in. It was a loma, same as Kuhan, but where he was a warm earthy brown this one was black as soot with massive, yellow eyes shining in the fire light. The face was softer than Kuhan's - a female? - but buried in an expression of unbridled anger. It's snout was wrinkled, it's pseudo simian teeth bared, it's eyebrows swept low, and it stared at her with twitching, unblinking eyes. It looked feral!
"Lam...
al...ha'ntala!
