There is a fair bit of militaria for the military and gaming geeks in this chapter. Feel free to skim if it's not your thing.
I awoke to find Themis lying in front of me, with an enormous smile on her face.
- "
Good morning
." she whispered.
- "
Are we whispering
?" I asked.
- "
Yes. I lifted the tent flap, to clear the air in here a little. But I think all that accomplished was to tell the entire regiment what we did last night
."
- "
And what we're going to do again today
?"
- "
I certainly hope so. But perhaps we should wash, first
."
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Or second
."
We were among the last to go down to the river to bathe. We attracted even more attention than usual. Themis calmly took me upstream, to the spot where I'd found her yesterday.
She had no compunction about stripping completely nude. Despite - or because of - making love to her multiple times, I was still awed by her body. And with wet strands of hair partly shielding her beautiful face ...
- "You look like a river goddess ..." I told her.
- "You don't have to pay me compliments." she said.
- "But if I want to ...?"
- "I ... I like to hear you say such things."
She sat on the riverbank, to watch me wash. But I was drawn to her, like a moth to a candle. I swam over, and emerged from the water in front of her.
I pushed her knees apart, gently. When I bent my head, though, she covered her mound with one hand.
- "You don't have to do that."
- "But if I want to ...?" I pushed her back, and she lay down on the bank. The contrast of her bright yellow hair and the moist green grass was amazing. I had her scent in my nostrils now, and could think only of her.
I kissed her lower legs, those digitigrade Westron feet. I licked and nibbled on her thighs, and the backs of her knees. Themis was wet, but warm, and she let me tease her, until finally I worked my way to her centre.
She stroked my hair as I licked and tasted her. She murmured endearments, too, until her orgasm claimed her.
Themis wanted to trade positions, and return the favour; instead, I persuaded her to turn over, on her knees, so that I could enter her from behind.
This was tremendously exciting, but I wanted to see her beautiful face as we made love. I sat on the grass, and had her straddle my lap. I couldn't thrust into her very well, but she was able to rock back and forth.
In this position I could kiss her, and nuzzle her neck, and fondle her breasts. She could lean back, and present her nipples to my tongue and teeth. Or I could hold her close, and stroke her dorsal fur.
Best of all, though, it felt as though I could last forever, this way.
I knew my own sexual capabilities quite well. Airta had been a striking introduction to the powerful effect of hemmer - on me. We'd coupled almost a dozen times over a three-day stretch, and I'd been hard as a rock on each occasion.
There'd been moments, when I was able to slow us down, but once I was inside her, it was difficult to think of anything but a mad rush to orgasm. I'd never heard of a pill or an injection that could achieve results like those.
And there was no pill to prevent chafing. After six or seven sessions in the space of a day or two, I should have been rubbed raw. But that hadn't happened. Nor had Airta or Themis shown the least discomfort.
Themis was completely different in another way, too. Her pheromones - or whatever it was that acted upon me while she was in hemmer - were equally potent, but more ... subtle?
The moment she was ready, my penis seemed to realize it, and immediately became erect. Fully, proudly erect. Hard enough to crack nuts.
The urge to be inside her was well-night irresistible, but not so frantic as with Airta. Making love to Themis was not so frenzied, or animalistic - but it was, in a way, even more powerful. Less urgent, but more intense.
Being Westron - and being Themis, I suppose - she wanted to talk about it. She told me about her first experiences. She'd experienced hemmer half a dozen times, but only for the last two had she had a partner.
The first 'union', as she called it, was 'very satisfactory', and produced her daughter. The second was a disappointment; her partner had mounted her 'many times', but only long enough to achieve his own orgasms.
- "I much prefer the way we do it." she said.
From what she told me, not only was each female's hemmer different for them, but the impact on their partners could vary dramatically.
She also wanted to know, in great detail, about
my
previous 'unions'.
- "There's only been Airta. And I told you about her."
- "No, I mean with your own women. Tell me."
She was insistent, so I told her about Vanova. Themis was fascinated by the concept of making love weekly, or even more often. But she was intelligent, and sensitive, too.
"You loved her?"
- "I did."
- "It must have hurt you to leave."
She had more questions about Pylosian sexual customs, so I told her stories about Bia and Long (though I changed the location). Themis found them fascinating.
Her breathing started to change, and my penis started to react. We ended up stretched out on the grass, me on top, her legs wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. I could feel her bony ankles pressing into the small of my back.
We had to bathe again, after that. Back at camp, she insisted that we eat. To avoid inquisitive eyes, we went back to our tent.
Themis and I made love three more times that afternoon. We had to go back to the river again, to wash, and ended up fucking in the shallows next to the riverbank. It was her idea; she told me directly.
- "Take me!" she panted. "As you did Airta!"
I bent her over and thrust into her from behind. I slammed my hips against her backside, over and over, plowing into her until she squealed and came. I continued to hammer my cock into her until I shot another load of semen into her liquid depths.
We lay side by side, on the grass, both breathing heavily.
- "Exciting." she gasped. "For a change. But I think - I prefer - a more sedate - pace."
- "Me too. This way - would kill me. Eventually."
***
Themis made love to me three more times that night, and again in the morning. The tent needed to be aired out, and we needed to eat. Then we went to wash, and ended up fucking in the water again, but found it too deep, and moved to the riverbank.
She wanted to try face to face again. Themis sat astride me, and ... we talked, as she occasionally rocked a little on my erection. I stayed hard, and sheathed inside her, for an inordinate amount of time ... until she asked me to stretch her out in the grass.
- "Make love to me, Cook. Again."
That evening, we coupled twice more. I was marveling at her stamina - and mine.
It was dark, outside, when I felt her nudging me.
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