First Mates

He tilted his head, his mouth against her neck, nuzzling her. His eyes were closed, his breath growing heavy. Kaia'at stood still to allow him to do as he wished; the warm feel of his tongue against her skin sent tiny shivers through her. He was going a little more slowly than she'd expected; her previous Kana masters had always been quick and ready to get to the point. She had to keep reminding herself that he was not Kana, nor was he her "master."

Still, how else should she submit to him?

Puzzled by the delay, she brushed her hand against him, as if on accident; at the brief touch he flinched. She'd felt him, the hardness straining against his kilt; she could see the bulge there when she peered down. He was definitely aroused by her. So why did he not proceed already?

He must not be aware she was waiting for him. Being raised among humans had apparently deprived him of part of his Apsiu nature. As he continued nuzzling at her neck and shoulder, she let out a slight murmuring sound, capturing his attention; when his eyes opened she reached to pull down the straps of her dress as he wasn't doing so, and pulled it down to her middle, baring her breasts.

Antakh's eyes widened, as if with surprise. Kaia'at gave him little chance to delay further, cupping a breast, making an encouraging cooing sound, and stepping forward to meet him. Their bodies touched. He understood the gesture. When his mouth closed around her breast she shirked out of her dress, felt him start to remove his own clothing. She touched his sides, held him to her; a moment later he had lowered her onto his pallet. He sucked at her furiously.

She wondered if he wished for her to mouth him. It was a common mode of foreplay among Kana and their females. Again she remembered, however, that he had not even been raised among his own kind. He made no move to make her kneel or take him in her mouth.

Still, he had the Apsiu nature in him. She could tell by how his teeth scored her skin, by how his wings spread out and fanned the air, the way a Kana's would. She sensed his desire, his lust, his frustration, his need to take her. His "human" side prevented him from plunging within her outright, but his Apsiu side, now that they were this close to each other, was rapidly winning out.

She instinctively knew how he would like it best, how he might not even be aware he'd like it. Putting a stop to his suckling, she gently pushed him away, just slightly; at the confused, disappointed look on his face she took advantage of the pause to roll over onto her belly for him. She heard him snort with confusion; in response she spread her legs and lifted her tail, arching her back, her opening bared for him. She let out an encouraging mew, looking back over her shoulder.

How she desired him too...

Antakh again appeared to understand, after the briefest pause. He seemed surprised; she assumed he'd never considered taking her while she lay upon her belly. Still, a slight wriggle, another mew, was all the encouragement her new mate needed; she placed her head down upon the pallet and let out her breath abruptly when she felt his hand on her back, his hips straddling hers--his thighs warm against her own--his fingers spreading her open further--his member, hot and hard, pushing within her, entering her. Almost immediately Antakh began pushing, thrusting, moving against her, into her; Kaia'at submitted motionlessly, the fire rising within her, as her mate moved. It was his turn to take control, as was right. He needed no encouraging now; she lay and enjoyed the feel of him.

* * * * *

Outside Antakh's dwelling the two Apsiu guards kept watch. One cocked his head, hearing the slight noise within. At a curious glance from his companion he listened more closely. The sound came more clearly now, easily recognizable: a heavy, rhythmic panting, with an occasional mew or whimper. The guards glanced at each other. So...there must have been an interest after all. Antakh must be taking the female who had been offered him; they'd wondered if this night should end up fruitful or not.

The first guard carefully parted the hanging covering the doorway and peered inside. The lord's pallet was in the far corner, too far out of range to see from the doorway, but a flickering lamp threw the occupants' shadows upon the wall. Lord Antakh was clearly coupling with his female, their shadows showing the Apsiu's form, wings flaring, moving atop the female, pushing at her, his tail raised and buttocks contracting, while she lay prone on her belly, submissive and silent but for the occasional mew she let out, when her shadow--and Antakh's alike--quivered. Antakh's shadow continued to thrust, its lappets swinging; the panting noises within the room grew heavier and more hurried.

The second guard nudged his companion, telling him without words to let them be. The first guard grinned but did as he was bidden. What Antakh did with the female wasn't their business. Still, the noises of their intercourse, the panting and mewing, drifted to their ears, and the first guard couldn't stop grinning at the thought of what was going on in the next room.

* * * * *

Kaia'at lay as still as she could. The truth was she wished to wail aloud; her mate--Antakh--he felt very good inside her, she enjoyed him much, but she doubted her Moru tongue would allow her to adequately express the desire he aroused within her. Her claws dug into the pallet and she moaned, his thighs moving against hers. In response, she heard above her, a low answering growling groan, and wondered if it was meant for her, his own vocalization of how he felt inside her. She'd never heard him growl before, and hadn't expected it from him; having been raised by humans, she'd thought such feral noises not within his nature. Was it this, the act itself, that brought out more of his truly Apsiu side? Would he act more Apsiu, become more Apsiu, the longer he stayed among his kind?

She whined this time, high pitched and quavery, clawing the pallet. Her eyes squinched shut; she tightened inside. She was going to come soon. Not certain if he was ready or not, she attempted to stave it off a little longer. Her lord's thrusting increased, growing faster; his panting hoarse, he let out an equally hoarse groan, the sound sending shivers through her once again. He sounded, acted more like a Kana now...and for some reason she found herself liking it. She arched her back, pushed herself up with her arms, a ragged whine escaping her, the noise entreating him, begging him, to take her harder...through a haze she barely heard Antakh's growling reply, low and guttural, but a moment later it came again in her ear, harsh and feral, a loud, angry, lustful growl, the sound of a Kana lord taking his female--his pushing became harder--Kaia'at whined in entreaty--

* * * * *

The guards' ears pricked up, hearing the female's whining, the lord's growling; the first one peered back briefly to see their shadows moving quickly, purposefully on the wall, Antakh heaving himself at Kaia'at, wings flapping although they were useless.

The guard grinned again and nudged his friend. "There's a bit of Kana in the winged Moru after all, isn't there; he takes his female as furiously as any true Kana I did see."

"Only you would watch such things for fun," the second whispered, batting his hand away and indicating that he face forward.

* * * * *

Kaia'at's claws dug deeply into the pallet; her teeth clenched painfully; she could hold herself in no longer. Her lord's thrusting, his hardness, his heat, fanned the fire to bursting within her; with a sharp wail she felt herself spasm inside, felt the tight clenching, felt her climax. Antakh's hand grasped her shoulder and his hips bucked against hers, hard; when she jerked forward she heard his response, a loud ragged groan, almost a howl of lust; she felt him come, his fluid filling her, the tremble of his hips; she clenched her teeth again and moaned, shaking hard. The fire began to die. She sank down beneath him, accepting his weight; before he could sink down over her he pulled himself out and collapsed beside her, panting hoarsely. Kaia'at struggled to catch her breath as well before turning her head to face him; Antakh's chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes closed again, mouth open.

Even as she began to recover herself Kaia'at felt her desire for him, still strong; felt her desire to couple with him again, to take him in her mouth; yet she refrained from moving toward him. Whatever he should choose to do next was his own decision, not hers.

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