Will I always feel just a bit 'less than' Doclin? Perhaps, yet the thought does not bother me. I have risen in my mind to accept my own self worth as a strong and capable Rorgan. I gladly defer to Doclin in the small ways that lets us both enjoy the interplay. Doclin is my protector and we share ourselves equally. I gladly submit to all of the loving guardianship I can get...and he gives me plenty.
His claim is mine to surrender to. I know what Doclin has in mind...he just has no idea how he will receive it! My mouth parts excite Doclins penis as expected...he really enjoys this, you know. What he does not expect is my first use of the pyrpulse stick on his unsuspecting erection. I leap from the platform and retrieve the sheathed device as eyes follow in wonder..."What..." my kiss stifles the question. He is propped up on his elbows - magnificent chest heaving a bit with excitement. Lean back down Rorgan! "As you command..." His smile brightens the chamber. I unwrap the device. "Oh No...no pyrpulse in my body!" Okay, then watch. I slip the stick into the slit of my penis and it descends the full length. I am on my haunches and as the device begins its work, I lean back and stretch out with a long, deep growl. "Hey...this is MY 'first bite', Cor!" I am truly beyond reaching now as the pyrpulse dances within me. "Okay...OKAY". Doclin grabs the base of the stick and slowly pulls it from my body. I collapse onto him and pretend to pass out. "No...not fair". Laughter fills the space and we wrestle until Doclin overpowers me. "Okay...you can do me with it" Really? Not afraid are you? I tickle him mercilessly on his ribs with the stick and he loves it.
The pyrpulse was designed to provide the warmth and physical friction of a mates caress - on the inside. When inserted, it undulates in the same rhythmic way that both the nodules on males erections and those within the ambivalve do. Coupled with the warmth from the device, the effect is very, very intense...and pleasurable almost beyond words. Doclin reclines again and places his hands beneath his head so as to watch what I am about to do. But the pyrpulse will have to wait...and I think my Doclin knew what he was doing. Exposing those sweet hairy pits to any male on Rorga is asking to be assaulted in the most wonderful and sensual of ways.
His mouth opens with my first nuzzle and when my tongue lightly brushes the skin of his flanks and traces a line to his waiting pleasure pit, Doclin 'ahhhoohhhh's' from deep within his throat. I stretch a bit and place a gentle kiss on that warm neck before going in for some heavy duty pit licking. The soft hairs become wet with my moisture and just before I mount my mate, I slip the pyrpulse into the slit of his cilia covered penis head. Doclin gives a muffled cry of surprise...muffled by my mouth joining with his at that very moment. His hands reach for the back of my head and he holds me to him...driving his rough tongue deeply into me, as if to make up for the intrusion of the pyrpulse. But that device soon has him writhing in ecstasy and I feel warm hands begin to explore my willing and needy body.
No! No! Not that! Not the Noctile! Thoughts jumping...jumping wildly...Everywhere! Noctilian Conflict - the war - the rape - NOT NOW!! All of me collapses onto Doclin and I begin to sob. "Tell me". Must be telethoughts. I suddenly felt a Noctilian presence and it overwhelmed me. Some of our people still have nightmares about it and I guess my relaxed mind let them in. I'm sorry, Doc. His kiss on my upper head area is an assurance of his affection: "Block those intrusions, Cor...if you want, we can talk..." The only talking I want to do right now is to use my mouth parts to drown Doclin with kisses. His body entering mine will erase, for now, all thoughts outside of our lovemaking. I quickly mount Doclin and his erection, with pyrpulse, plunges swiftly into my very wet ambivalve.
We stare at each other, my eyes wet with tears, his eyes longing to help me. I relax onto his chest and his embrace hugs the pain from me...I am safe in his arms. I begin to wriggle my hips and Doclin rises onto his elbows, easily lifting me with him. He knows what my favorite position is and my Rorgan will please me tonight. In the best gymnastic style, Doclin maneuvers us both, without separating, onto my back, legs around his waist, a smile replaces those tears. "Pyrpulse working...Erection at full...Got your ambivalve stuffed like a gorzak at Festime". Can't help but laugh - both of us. Oh, the joys of sex...of life, with Doclin. I may have my moments of confusion and self doubt, but I am mostly past a difficult history. Take heart, if this chronicle ever gets read, that the will to survive and to find inner peace is stronger than any other force in the biological universe. The reward for this success is love. I have fought my inner battles. I have conquered (most of) my fears. My reward has been granted and the love of my life is about to show me, once again, just how wonderful life and love on Rorga can be.
