There were two of them, both fair-skinned, most unusual. A large male in the lead, with a gun, followed by a female with binoculars around her neck, both with sun hats. She was smaller, and walked both more carefully and less confidently. I could see them through the tree leaves below the atti branch holding me. This was trouble on many fronts.
Our small group's ravages had not gone unnoticed as we crashed our way through this new area of the Nilgiri Hills. The stolen goats, trampled fences, the loud screams that accompanied a sighting of even one of us had caused commotion in the villages. We found it necessary to retreat further into the forest until things calmed down.
The pair were coming to a fork in the forest trail. One path led right underneath me, the other proceeded down a ravine here in the Western Ghats. Luckily the forest had provided enough game and other foodstuffs for us the last few days, but there is nothing like a good village raid to give us a more comfortable surplus while we were on the run.
I held still in the tree, they would only see me through the leaves if they looked straight at me, and I was above their line of sight. My feet held the branch, my arms ready for a desperate scramble away or a quick pounce if the opportunity presented itself.
The male's eyes went from the trail to the trees, back and forth, quick and watchful.
'Look here!' he spoke to his companion while looking down. 'Fresh Rakshasa prints. The devils! See how big the feet are, how wide the toes separate! An adult male, it looks like only one, but perhaps there are more. Full grown by the looks of things.'
His eyes searched the canopy understory but I kept still.
'We always thought they were only legends, the natives' Rakshasa stories just simple, ignorant, fabrications. Forest demons indeed! But these beasts are undeniable -- dangerous to a great degree as the last few weeks have well shown.' He scanned the trees on each side of the trail.
He crept along the trail, coming ever closer to my place of concealment. His companion followed cautiously.
'Are they more man than beast?' asked the female. I detected some fear in her tone.
'We don't know,' replied the male. 'The ancient legends label them as fierce, cunning. Light body hair, taller than us, long-limbed and strong.' His eyes kept moving, his gun held carefully in both hands.
I pulled a small unripe fig from off the tree trunk and held it ready in my hand. When he was just below me I tossed the atti to the other side of the trail.
He whirled towards the sound of it falling amidst the dry forest leaves and I leaped.
I hit him from behind and above, sending him sprawling. I knocked his gun away immediately and tossed it down the ravine, away from reach. He faced me, his eyes wide with fear.
'Run for it!' he shouted to his companion, just before I closed in on him. He had turned to run himself and had taken a few steps before I grabbed him from behind by the neck and pulled his head back roughly until I heard the satisfying snapping of bone.
With a quick, urgent gasp he felt to the ground and I bit him hard on the neck until he moved no more. I heard the rapidly retreating footsteps of his companion and bounded after her.
She was remarkably slow and clumsy, no doubt due to panic, and before long I had her cornered on the trail.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. She had no weapons I could see. She was of medium size, rather soft than lean. Hair the colour of teak tumbled from underneath her sun hat.
She stepped backward as I approached, until she tripped over a tree root. I was in complete excitement at this point. For Rakshasas, the only thing better than a kill is taking the victim's mate.
Best of all is when there are a group of us, at least three, and two can hold the male before we kill him, while we ravish his mate before his eyes. We do this severally, in turns, and that is always supreme, watching the victim's eyes go wild while we pierce his mate's loins, our raging members impaling her repeatedly, our excited froth overflowing from her slit, then the fear on his face just before we dispatch him. The kill then is immensely satisfying, and of course our own loins are well sated as well.
But I would have her now, here at the edge of the trail. I ripped her clothing off, my claws making short work of the thin fabric covering her, although I had trouble with the belt and binocular strap and had to bite them off. She was so paralysed as to not even put up much of a fight. Her mouth was wide open, she was making pitiful noises from the back of her throat.
I grabbed her and pushed her face down to the ground. Holding her head down with one hand, I sniffed her crotch. She was ripe, she would be good.
I pulled her knees forward, until her hips were slightly elevated and plunged my now hard member home. She squealed with my entry, but I held her neck down with my hand. Her face had turned to the side to avoid being pushed straight down into the leaf-litter, and I noted it was red and flushed, just the way I prefer.
My member was raging, I plunged in and out. Her haunches were dimpled and fleshy. Like many of these humans, her hips were surprisingly wide and soft.
As I got closer to the end I forced my chest on her back, my arms pressing her down firmly. Her haunches felt good as I drove into her, the fluids we had generated were smoothing my thrusts. I felt my loins contracting, my hips more frantic. I bit her neck, not hard enough to draw blood, when my froth erupted, many good strong thrusts while my hips clenched and drove. When I quieted, lying on top of her back, I could feel her ribs rapidly expanding and contracting underneath me, she was panting for air. In a few moments I was hard again and renewed my thrusts.
As with most of these humans, she was taken by surprise, thinking that all was over with the first onslaught. But it had been a week since my last coupling, and I knew there were two or three more burdens of froth built up within me.
The second time was longer, more delicious. I delighted in holding her neck down with one hand, or grasping her hair now that her hat had been cast aside. There was a mark on her neck where I had nipped her, another good sign. If there are no marks on a female after coupling, then it has been a weak affair altogether.
Midway through my second coupling, I found her moving underneath me in a quite different fashion than before. Her hips pushed back into me as I thrust, it felt that her channel had both opened and yet at the same time was clenching on me more vigorously. Her face was redder, one hand grasping a tree root, and her breathing was coming more quickly.
I continued my in and out pushing, delighting in feeling her hips move underneath me, the smoothness of her back and haunches. Then her hips shuddered, she gave a little yelp and I was aware I might be causing her pain, but her grip on my member grew strong and rhythmic. She was indeed rutting, whether I had caused it or this was the normal time for her.
Her cry was loud and long, although she tried to muffle it, and I finished inside her, another good thick batch of froth finding its way home.
My hips eased and halted, I did not bite her neck this time. Her eyes were closed, yet her mouth was open, her hair tangled about. Her panting slowed, red marks showing on her ribs where I had held her close.
She weakly tried to pull away from me, but I wanted her one more time. I held her head down again and renewed my thrusts. I made these long and slow, the head of my member nearly coming out, and in fact I withdrew twice, to sniff her crotch, now strong and oozing, before ramming my member home again. This was the longest of all, I alternately laid on her back, my hands and claws pawing at her soft chest underneath, or held her head and hair in one hand while I pursued my pleasure.
Twice more her hips shuddered and clenched, her cries more breathless now, as my member made its way in and out.
The third burst of froth I knew would be my last. She was soft and compliant now, I liked the way my hips rammed into her haunches, and I gushed forth with a roar, scaring her in the process. My loins contracted, my froth issued, and then I lay still on her back. I could feel her breathing underneath me, she was holding very still, unsure of what was next.
After a short rest on her back while I ran my hands up and down her sides, I uncoupled, and I saw her stare fearfully at me, then my member. Her eyes grew wide. I knew I was larger than most of the males of her kind.
My member had softened, and retracted a bit, but the tip still poked free, wagging and dripping with my froth and her own fluids. She looked as if she could not grasp all that had just happened. The kill, the chase, the coupling, that my member had just been inside her. But her crotch oozed froth, there was no escaping that.
I judged it time to depart and escaped back into the forest.
It was many days later. In almost the same place, I heard another pair of humans coming down the trail. For some time there had been much coming and going, but we had wisely retreated further into the woods and had been left alone.
I was on the other side of the trail than before, watchful.
The same female as before was in the lead, she was accompanied by another female, with lighter, longer hair that was somehow wrapped into a long vine that hang down her back. They had no weapons, but carried a wrapped bundle.