A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 39

He watched as she reached to caress him a little and she lifted herself a little bit higher as she kissed it softly, slipping her tongue into the end of his sheath for a moment before she leaned back to look up at him. "It's a little different, but I think I want to do this."

She held up her fist, "Please hold my hand like before and I'd like to know your name. My name is Rosa."

He actually smiled, and it felt as though he hadn't done that in months. He probably hadn't for all that he knew. "I'm not sure that you'd be able to pronounce my name, but the short form for it is Tirran."

He wondered what she'd do with that -- what comment she might make, but she just held up her closed hand to him as she looked up and placed it against his thigh. Tirran closed his hand over hers and she opened her mouth to hold the end of him between her lips as she repeated what she'd done earlier, though now she was bent on teasing it from the sheath.

As more and more of the dark pink warmth of him emerged, Rosa found herself with the beginnings of a hopeful problem. She was beginning to find someone like him in a dim racial memory and even without that, she found herself liking him, so doing this for him was becoming very pleasing to her on a few levels. Now that she had the rather pointed tip in her mouth, she felt better somehow and she liked the warm way that it tasted to her. She didn't know the name for what he was, other than the one that she'd heard in some whispered teachings when she was a girl, but she had a rather strong feeling that the females of his kind didn't have much to fear with one of these males in their lives.

She knew that there was more to him in some way. As she stroked him with her right hand and her little finger found the hardening knot near the base, she found that he felt so solid to her touch in a rather strange way, as though the men that she'd done this for had been less solid somehow. She felt that through the fingers and palm of her other hand as well against his muscular thigh.

Compared to him, any other men felt a little like ghosts to her hand.

She placed her hand against his belly and to her, he felt like warm iron with a soft covering of wet fur. She saw the surprise in his eyes as he watched her run her hand over him. She didn't notice that her exhalations had become very quiet sighs as they exited her nose.

He sighed, "Would you please pull back your hood, Rosa? I know that your mane will get wet, but I'd like to see more of you, if I could. I didn't see it at first, but now I see that you are really lovely -- and I have never seen someone like you."

She nodded a little as she stopped, and then he stared at her as she bowed low to him on her knees for only long enough for him to have known that it hadn't been something that he'd thought that he'd seen. "I don't have a mane like you do, but I know what you mean. Ok, would you please move your feet apart a little for me, Tirran? I want to try to do this better for you if I can."

He didn't know what she was talking about, but he nodded and complied. Rosa tried to make a bit of a slow show of taking him back into her mouth again. It had been her intent to appear to want him there, but she found that she suddenly didn't need to put any acting into it at all. The only unpleasantness about this was the way that her stomach now seemed to have heard the news that there might be something for it to digest and it was making her want to hurry this.

She fought off the pain as she pulled her hand out gently from under his to place the coin in her pants pocket as far as she could. She didn't need to remind herself as she'd had to before. She'd done it to keep her knife hand out of the play in case she'd been too tempted out of her hunger and because she knew that she'd only have failed and --

It would have been sacrilege to even reach for the blade, now that she knew for certain.

That faint racial memory was back far more strongly now. She guessed that it was the reason that she'd stepped out of her hiding place to begin with. She'd been watching him as he'd stood there for far longer than any of the ones who bore some resemblance to him would have had the attention span for and she knew the reason for that.

They were all pale imitations of the ones who had created the first of them so long ago.

They all looked a little ragged in comparison. This one stood in the rain and even soaking wet, he looked so good to her. That was what had pulled her out of hiding -- to see and be a little close to one who had not been seen by her people for so long.

She was a little sad that it was here in the middle of this shit and not where she was from. Her heart would have sung even louder in her breast to find him standing where freedom was all around them. If this was there on a fine summer day, Rosa would have done this a little differently. She'd have removed her clothing and walked to him to bow before one of the Wolf People, a fine male like him and humbly asked him to allow her this same privilege.

But they were here and she considered it her own good fortune to know him for who he was. She didn't hope that her luck would improve out of their meeting.

She knew that it would.

The gold in her pocket had been a gift to her. The seed inside of him was another gift which would mean much more to her and she wanted to cry as she ached to thank him for the chance to draw it out of him.

Like many of the plains people, her tribe had spoken one of the Athabaskan languages and they'd settled in the mountains and were safe for a long time before the coming of the unstoppable tide of the white man. Early on, they'd been found by these large gods and been blessed for a long time, because after that, they'd lived in isolation and no one came near to them to trouble them.

But the Wolf People had gone after a while and no one knew the reason. All that they knew was that they longed for their return. Without that, they'd fallen in with the other tribes and the memory of their benefactors had faded. All that was left were the legends told by word of mouth and the way that some of the other tribes referred to them as the children of the wolves.

She took him in her hand and stroked him as she caressed his scrotum, thinking to herself while she kissed his balls and licked a little experimentally to see if she would mind the fur. Not finding that it put her off at all, she opened her mouth and licked, sucking very gently to hold one testicle against her lips. Because of the fur, it was difficult, but it was what she wanted to do, so she put a lot of saliva into it. Her mouth was watering like crazy anyway from her hunger now.

She listened to his very quiet groans for some feedback and decided that she was doing it right -- at least a little. Rosa tried not to think too much about him wanting males. She wanted to please him for giving her that much money. With a gold, if she was careful, she could eat for a few weeks. But the thought of him liking men better seemed to be an obstacle to her -- as though it was a barrier to her.

She slid her fingers past his scrotum and wished that there was a way to find out which way he was. She knew that some males preferred to get and some males preferred to be on top. There was nothing much about him to her that spoke of wanting to be fucked very much, but then he wasn't human, so what did she know?

All she could do was try, she told herself, so she shifted herself to place her knees on either side of his large right foot.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You said that you like males, and I'm not one," she shrugged, "but I do suddenly wish that I could be that for you, Tirran. Do you like to get or would you rather give -- if I was what you wanted and, ... am I good for you so far?"

He smiled. He actually smiled, she thought.

"Both," he said, "I probably like to give more, but I don't think that's important here. You're doing just fine for me. Please don't stop now, Rosa."

The way that she smiled lit his heart somehow and it surprised him. He knew that he was jaded and bored with everything. He'd have been the first to admit it. But he sensed something here, knowing somehow that Rosa didn't do this for a living. She was just down on her luck and desperate to survive. What he felt in a strange sort of way told him that while she was very good at fellating a male of her species, she likely hadn't done it for too many. Very likely, she'd only done it for her lovers.

She nodded before she licked him wetly with a groan and then she seemed to come to some sort of a decision and looked back up at him. "Tirran, could you please do me a favor and touch my head a little? Please don't jam into my mouth, but ... I like you and if it's alright, I'd like to pretend a little that you're mine. I know I'm not, ..."

She looked away then and began again, telling herself to shut the fuck up before she ruined her own enjoyment and his. He wouldn't want to hear this sort of drivel. In her limited experience, this sort of male had very little use for somebody like her. The thought was a passing one, but it almost ruined everything for her and she wondered why.

When she felt his large hand on her head, she felt much better again and she whimpered as she sucked, suddenly needing him for more than to put something into her gnawing gut. Her aching stomach screamed at her to hurry this, but it wasn't what she wanted to do.

She reached underneath him and her fingers found the bottoms of his cheeks, warm and fur-covered. She was careful not to tickle him, so she made her teasing in a more solid way, though she didn't press her fingers between those cheeks. Instead, she brought her left hand around the other side of him to caress his hard buns.

She almost smiled. There was nothing finer to her than to toy with a nice male ass a little, though few of them allowed it in her experience. Tirran did, and she found another thing to like about him. She knew this had to end soon, but she wished that there was a way it wouldn't have to. The way that the weight of his tail felt as it rested on her hand made her want to do this for hours someday.

She suddenly noticed that he was saying her name in a slightly tortured sort of way and she moaned a little loudly to answer him. Moans could be wonderful ways to tell another person something, but right now, she was up against the limitations of them. One single syllable -- no matter how long or loud you made it, just couldn't vocalize what she felt and wanted to say to him right then.

She didn't know if he knew anything of what had happened do long ago in those windswept mountains when maidens gave themselves willingly to the males of his kind and bore the marks of the mating with pride for the rest of their lives -- those who were worthy and hadn't died or become crazed fur-covered things who ran off to die in the destruction they caused. Men were taken too by both genders of the Wolf People and those who lived went on to become the best warriors.

Rosa got up a little higher on her knees and she rested the side of her head against his hard stomach, his navel against her temple as she whimpered and moaned to him quietly. She didn't bob her head much right then; she was concentrating on suckling him, and loving the way that he caressed her head and ran his finger over the rim of her ear so softly. Tirran looked down and was a little shocked to see something that he'd never have expected to see from her -- if she was a street whore long past feeling anything for the males that she serviced for money.

Rosa was squirming, trying to get a little pleasure for herself without having the hands free to use on her body. It told him a little about her and he suddenly wanted to see her naked. The thought suddenly moved him a little farther along in this.

"Rosa," he whispered quietly, "Oh, Rosa, ..." he sighed, "nobody has ever, ... Ohhh..."

Somewhere in this act, he'd gone through a few phases. He'd been a little suggestive at first, knowing that she needed food. His offer hadn't been made to imply any sort of smugness, dominance or superiority at all. He knew that while it wouldn't exactly be a meal to her, his semen contained protein, like any other semen did.

He was just offering her something for her poor stomach. If he could have just commanded his body, he'd have given it to her in his hands without all of this. But that was then, before he saw and felt the way that this simple act was changing them both. He doubted that he'd want to become a breeder any time soon, but he now wanted to get to know Rosa a lot better.

She went back to taking him into her mouth and throat deeply. She couldn't really take him into her throat as far as she wanted to in this position, but she crossed her eyes a little to look at that knot in his shaft. She'd seen dogs fucking everywhere her whole life and she knew how they stood together afterward for a while, still connected. She thought about that and decided that he was a lot like that somehow, if he had the same bulge.

If dogs did that, then she knew enough about nature to know that it wasn't just something with no purpose and she could guess what that purpose was and it led her to her next thought. She didn't know if nature -- where he was from - was any different in how it worked here, but Rosa doubted it. Everything has a purpose, or it wasn't around for long.

As she went on, Rosa thought that, other than it feeling good to push as far into a female as possible, there had to be a reason to make males of his kind or his species want to do that -- and if she was right, then she thought that there must be nerves there to make him want to be in that deeply.

Rosa wanted to laugh then, knowing that she just might have found a key. She lifted her head.

Tirran looked down and he saw her eyes, as she looked up at him. He watched her take his hardness in her hand rather carefully as she licked her thumb and began to rub under the tip while her fingers and hand began to stroke him just a little, but that wasn't the main thing here. He groaned as he watched her open her mouth to take as much of his knot as possible into her mouth around his shaft, licking as she squeezed him rhythmically with her other hand. Her head was a little tilted, but her eyes never left his face as she did it, hoping that her squeezing wasn't too hard or soft. She based the timing on her memories of the way that she contracted when she came.

"Oh!" he groaned, "Ohhh Rosa! Ahhh, you should get ready, I --"

Rosa took her hand away from his balls and licking her thumb and fingers once to wet them, she took the end of his wonderful shaft into her mouth and sucked while still massaging him with her thumb as much as she could as she continued to try to imitate the contractions that he might feel from someone more like him.

She felt the first contraction from him as it began and took her thumb away, her eyes begging him now with more than one hunger.

Tirran hissed loudly and Rosa knew that she'd won her meal. As his hot seed shot into her mouth, Rosa sucked and swallowed for all she was worth, feeling the warmth as it slid down her throat and Rosa wasn't quiet as she expressed her thanks, either.

She mewled and whimpered loudly as she took what had gone from his thought of a kindness to her to becoming something of a gift from him to her that she'd wanted so badly to receive. Her eyes closed in joy to feel something in her stomach, but she kept trying to open them again, wanting to remember him for this forever.

As the gush slowed and faded, she hung on to get it all and when he stopped, she let him go very reluctantly, very sorry that it was over. "Thank you, Tirran," she said, "I sure hope that whoever has your heart knows his luck. I've never enjoyed doing that as much as I did just now. I wish there was some way to ..."

"Please, Rosa," he whispered, "Suck a little more for me? I have more for you. You only need to be a little patient with me."

She kissed the end of it, suddenly noticing that he hadn't softened at all, "More?"

Tirran nodded, "If you keep helping me, I can give you more for a while, every few minutes. Not as much as the first time, but I have more to give if you want it."

Rosa was a little puzzled, the legends said nothing of this, but she nodded with a smile, "Sure I want it. I wanted to say that I'd love to do this for you again." She opened her mouth and went back to it.

They were there for the next twelve minutes, Rosa actually sucking him happily and greedily taking all that he had for her. He gave her five more, though as he'd said, there wasn't as much for her in them, but Rosa didn't care.

She didn't mind a bit for a few reasons. She could keep sucking because she really liked it. He wasn't as he'd been before. He knew that she'd take everything and he liked that about her. Knowing that she wanted it made this easy as he began to speak to her quietly and she listened as she looked up and they waited for the next gush. Another reason for her was that she loved to listen to him as he told her that there was no one in his life. As she got to know him a little better, she realized that he was really quite lonely and she thought of her own loneliness then and wanted to get to know so much more about him.

When she thought that she could, she carefully framed a question to ask him before she said it and went back to what had to her turned into making love to him with her mouth now. For the first time in weeks, Rosa wasn't hungry at all and though she was well-soaked from the rain, it felt pretty good to be feeling pretty good.

When he realized it, Tirran was astounded.

When the Xer finally had no more to give to her, he reached down and Rosa was surprised at the strength that she felt in him as he picked her up and moved his arms to hold her. "You shiver," he said, "Please hold tightly to me. I will try to warm you."

"Aren't you going to shake the water off yourself, Tirran?" she asked with a little smile, "I know you're not a dog, but still, you're all wet."

He laughed a little, knowing that to her there were some rather strong similarities to animals here which had a few things in common with him, but really little else. "Would you like to see that?"

"Actually," she grinned, "I think I would."

"Then I have to warn you that I won't look much like this then," he said, "We have two shapes, but I'll still be the same person like that. Just please don't run away then."

"Why?" she asked, sensing something in the feel of his words.

"Because I suddenly do not want to be very far away from the first person that I've met in a long time. And you cannot touch me then without my knowing before, or you may be cut."

She nodded and waited, wanting to see this very much now. She knew of this from what she'd been told, and to see it would mean that she'd been right about him, for none of the others could do this. They could only be one way or human. To see one like him in his other shape was a great honor to Rosa but even though she'd had a warning that it was coming, she doubted whether anything could have prepared her for it, once she'd seen him that way.

He was huge as he stood on four feet with his eyes glowing a little hotly. His fur looked more like large wet flakes of flint and she could see that they were rather sharp-looking before he shook himself off, the water flying off him in sheets, doing this just as a canine would before he quickly turned back to pull her to him.

She looked up and her next thought was that he was so ruggedly good-looking to her like this. She reached for him. Placing her hand on his shoulder and touching his face, she stared in wonder. Those were the same wickedly long teeth that she'd seen in that face all along, but now they weren't anywhere near as cruel-looking.