Tahari walked down the steep rocky slope in long graceful strides. She peered around her cautiously as she made her way down, and barely noticed the bright sun warm her tanned skin. The bare gusts of wind blowing off the Kharadan Mountains did little to cool her from the strenuous decent, and sweat glistened on her hard body. This too she took little notice of; Tahari was used to the life and little had been easy for her since her birth 18 years ago. She was a daharijm, an outcast from the breeding harems most women were enslaved into and bred for since their birth, but Tahari had escaped with the help of a nurse when she was but a baby.
Eighteen years ago Tahari was to be the prize of her clan, a miracle of genetic alteration and selective breeding. Her form and function were the product of centuries of testing and research bent on one goal; to make her the perfect breeding tool for the armies of the planet Earth. In a desperate attempt to produce more soldiers the worldās scientists turned to genetics to produce women capable and willing of bearing a new race of Humans. This new breed would be endowed with strength and speed never imagined before in the Human race. They would be a breed to turn the tide in the war against the invaders that had been raging across the solar system for 200 years. A war the Humans were slowly losing.
Tahari slowed as she reached the densely wooded floor of the valley, and bent to drink from a small stream she had been following down from the mountains. Her reflection stared back at her from the small pool at the waters edge. āThis is what they have made meā she thought. Her reflection was inhumanly beautiful. Her face was deep tan as was the rest of her body. Her eyes were the color of cold sapphire and her full lips a deep crimson that never required a touch of lipstick. Her cheeks were set high on her face accenting her delicate features. Dark blonde hair cut short in a sheer bob surrounded her face and gleamed with a beauty no Human woman could ever match.
Her body was simply amazing. Standing nearly six feet tall she was strong and supple she could run down a deer in the woods and had matched her strength with wild bears in the mountains. Her sleek body was clad only in a benoi; a tight form fitting material that had grown with her as she aged from a child. It was actually an organism in itself which lived off of her own bodyās sweat and dead skin cells. It would live as long as she and its dark black color would never fade. Any tears in the fabric would automatically mend to leave it as new looking now as it had eighteen years ago.
The benoi was crafted for breeding, so only a dark cape hung from her shoulders for protection from the elements. The sleek material clasped in a circle at her throat and covered her shoulders and arms to the elbow and moved in graceful curves down the back of her hands. The material stretched across her full breasts in five bands ending in a circle around her exposed nipples. Her breasts were disproportionate to her body and larger than any mere Human could have supported; making even the living material of the benoi seem to stretch beyond its capacity to encompass them. Though large, E cup in Human clothing, they did not droop and were as firm and supple as any young humanās B cup breasts.
Past her breasts the benoi traveled, leaving bare her hard stomach and surrounded her legs in delicate patterns moving down her firm thighs to enclose her feet. Her sex was left bare to allow for the true purpose of the harijm, which was breeding. Tahari put her hand between her legs, as she squatted by the waters side, and felt her full lips. A low moan escaped her mouth as her hand brushed between her legs, and her engorged clitoris spasmed as she touched it. She brought her hand back to her face and examined the two wet fingers. āThose bastards have done this to meā she thought.
For the past two nights she had been wet constantly. Her fluid flowed down her legs in rivulets as she walked, and even now was slowly dripping on the bare ground below her. Along with this sudden change was a need that had been building in her for the past two days. It was the need for which she had been born, a need she had avoided for the last twelve years. It was the need to breed, she was in heat. It was what had brought her out of the mountains. Even now she could barely control herself. It was a constant effort to concentrate on the present, and not revert back to the dreams that plagued her of men, and to ignore the constant pulse of her clitoris. She needed a man now and she knew it; she had reached breeding age.
Tahari slowly pulled herself back from her reverie and stood up. She was close now to the outskirts of the clan and there would be scouts patrolling the boundary. She began moving again towards her destination. She knew there was a patrol station near. After another 100 yards she stopped as still as a tigress with the scent of prey. In essence she was. Members of the harijm could sense the pheromones of other breeding males from a short distance. Tahari was in luck it was a male patrolman much farther into the mountains than she thought she would find.
Slowly she crept through the woods. Years in the mountains hunting for her own food had made her as silent as a cat as she tracked her prey. She neared a small clearing in the woods and stooped behind a tree to size up her adversary. A Mamluke stood in the clearing. They were the male breeders; genetically altered like women to produce offspring. They had incredible endurance and strength to match the breeding females. He stood 6ā5ā tall and was massively built. He wore a benoi that rippled and bulged over his bronzed chest, and flowed around his arms in dizzying patterns to match and complement the female benoi. Tahari took all this in subconsciously and even made the mental note that this man was far stronger than she, but all her attention was focused on the member between his legs. Hanging limp the mans penis hung 8 inches between his legs, and his shaft was 2 inches wide which enlarged to 3 at the head. The manās testicles hung low, and swung like massive pendulums as he moved. They were the size of grapefruits and thus were supported by circles of the benoi that hung between his legs.
Tahari felt the juices between her legs begin to pump furiously. Trickles ran from her cunt and her ass both altered genetically to provide pleasure from a man. She knew that she was lost, at the moment she could think of nothing else but the need for that man to be inside of her.
The Mamluke had been slowly moving in circles stiffing the air. Tahari realized that her sense of smell was keenly better than his. She had sensed him from over 300 yards and he was having trouble from a mere 50. āNot that it mattersā she thought. She was panting now and sweat glistened on her skin in a bright sheen in the sunlight. Her cunt made a soft sucking noise as it slowly convulsed in time with the tremors that ran through her body. Her clit was fully engorged now and stood a full inch from her cunt as large around as a quarter. Her nipples stood deliciously erect and as hard as diamonds. Pleasure emanated from each in waves as the skin pulled ever tighter where they stood an inch from each of her massive breasts. Tahari slowly stood up. The man had finally scented her and was moving in her general direction. She moved languidly from her concealment and strode into the sunlit glen.
The manās reaction was immediate as he caught sight of her. He grunted and stumbled as he stopped to stare at her with his mouth hanging open. His member convulsed once where he stood and a thin stream of pre-cum began dripping from it. As if in a daze he stood there with his mouth open with his fat member sticking out leering at her half hard and dripping cum in short spurts. Tahari had never been with a man before but she knew that this one was hers.
Leisurely she laid down into the soft grass and stared at him as she slowly opened her legs. Her cunt now lay completely open and the juices coating her bare ass and body let loose the full torrent of her pheromones on him. The effect was staggering. The man dropped to his knees with a strangled gasp as his half hard member sprayed thick gouts of cum a full 3 feet in front of him. He went to his hands and knees in front of Tahari panting and clutching the ground in front of him. After a full minute the manās breath slowed and Tahari stared in to his eyes as she said āyou may eat me nowā.
Crawling on his hands and knees he rushed to her. He assaulted her bare nipples with a ravenous insatiable appetite. He worked circles around them and took them into his mouth sending waves of acute pleasure through Tahariās body. She felt dwarfed by his powerful body looming over her, and breathlessly moaned āeat me nowā! His head moved between her legs and she thought the pleasure may kill her. His tongue was amazing. It stuck a full 3 inches from his mouth and was lean and supple. He lapped at her cunt feverishly; moving up and down he licked the juices from her lips and moved his tongue inside her pussy to her G-spot and tore at it with abandon.