Heat

It's high summer in Vejiitasei's southern hemisphere.
       It's hot. I'm in heat. And I can see him from the window, inspecting our troop with his ageing father.
       Tamata - also in heat and therefore also in this room with express orders not to put so much as a tail-tip outside: no way does our commander want any of his precious female warrior elite banged up - is growling at me, equally fevered and equally frustrated. Much more of this and we're going to have to pleasure each other. Either that or fight, which we don't want to do inside.
       "Leteetza, will you stop bloody pacing!? You're driving me nuts!"
       I snarl something wordless at her and go back to glaring out of the window. He's closer now. Something hot and heavy twists, deep down in my belly as I watch him, so powerful and so graceful, his hair a black flame... I'm not aware of Tamata joining me at the window until she strokes my tail, nearly sending me into convulsions. She chuckles.
       "I've never seen you so aroused." She runs her hand down my tail, which is fluffed to nearly twice its normal size and streaked with light gold, and I fall to my knees with a yowl.
       "I'll get you for that, bitch!"
       She pats my head and stares out of the window, muttering, "Now let's see who's caught your eye..." Hers widen as she sees the Prince, and her hand tightens in my hair as she turns to gape at me.
       "You are joking, aren't you? Vejiita? Prince Vejiita??"
       I can see my whole body blushing - and so can she, given we're both naked because of the heat - and she crouches down on the floor beside me, cupping a hand under my chin and raising my face to hers. Her expression is serious.
       "You know it's hopeless, don't you? When they do find a mate for him, it'll be someone from his own class. Not a common - or even an uncommon - warrior."
       "I know that!" I snapped. "But...."
       She pulled me upright and over to one of the beds, sitting me down and hugging me to her side.
       "But every time you see him, or hear his name, or think about him, you just want to crawl to him. You want him inside you, you want to belong to him." She shifted slightly, pulling me against her as one hand slid around my hips to my groin, the other stroking down my tail. I melted against her as her fingers began to knead and caress. She licked my neck, then continued, her voice a soft purr in my ear. "You want those strong hands on your body. You want his tail stroking you, holding you, his lips against your throat, your breast, his tongue licking you..."
       It was too much. My tail whipped tightly around her waist as I came, snarling, bucking up against her fingers as she held me close, then slumping bonelessly and trying to get my breath back. She kissed my ear.
       "Feel better now?"
       I groaned, already feeling the heat building again low in my belly and between my legs. "No....."
       She sighed. "Some people are just never satisfied."
       I swivelled to glance up at her flushed face. "It's not my fault I have a high sex-drive. Runs in the family."
       "And you still want him." I nodded, although it wasn't a question. She pushed me up and I turned to face her. Her expression was thoughtful.
       "It could get us both kicked out of the troop."
       "What could?"
       She took a deep breath. "What I'm about to suggest..."

So now it's the darkest part of the night. Everyone else is sleeping. But I'm here, hanging onto a stone monstrosity outside his window, grateful for the unusual ostentation of the building where his entourage is staying while on this visit. The slightly bitter taste of the conception preventative Tamata stole from gods-know-where faint in my mouth. I'm still naked; well, what I'm about to do would get me killed if there was any possibility I was an assassin, at least this way he'll be able to see I'm not hiding any weapons! The room is softly lit by a couple of small lamps. I take a deep breath and slide the window open...

He's asleep. On an immense bed. Naked, half covered by a silk sheet so fine it hugs every curve and plane of his muscular body, his face turned towards me, lips slightly parted, relaxed in sleep. One arm outstretched, the other above his head. I can feel my heart-rate increase as I watch him, memorising every detail: I know as soon as I step in he'll waken - there's no disguising the scent of a female in heat.

He stirs, shifting slightly, pushing the sheet further down. I can just see the patch of ebony hair at his groin...
       It's no good - I can't bear it any longer. I slide quietly into the room and stand before the window, my arms apart and my tail draped over my hip. And of course he wakes, sitting bolt upright, his right hand clenching as he gathers ki for a defensive blast.
       He frowns.
       "Why are you here?" Oh, his voice! I feel my legs tremble, and drop to my knees, my head lowered.
       "My lord..." I don't know what to say.
       "Get up. Come here."
       I rise and somehow manage to walk to the bed. Now that I'm actually in his presence I'm terrified. He reaches a hand and touches my tail, watching my face as my head rolls back and I gasp. Then he grips it, warningly, but not enough to really hurt. I gaze at him, entranced despite my fear. He is so beautiful...
       "Why should you think I might want to mate with you?"

It took me a moment to understand what he was saying - just being near him is overwhelming. I lowered my head.
       "My lord, I don't. It's... I...." I gazed helplessly at him. His grip on my tail tightened, and I winced.
       "Explain yourself."
       "I.... want...."
       "Me?"
       I nodded. His face was expressionless, but as I lowered my eyes I saw the bulge under the sheet at his groin. My tail trembled in his grasp. He smiled, tightly.
       "And if I were to grant your wish?"
       I swallowed. I hadn't thought that far. His eyes glittered as he continued.
       "You understand that there is no place for you here."
       I nodded.
       "And I would refuse to recognise any child that resulted from the union."
       I nodded again. He raised an eyebrow.
       "And that would be enough for you, would it, little whore? One quick fuck with the heir to the throne, and you off to boast to all your friends. If such as you have friends."
       "My lord..." His hand tightened again, and I gasped - then pulled myself upright and to attention.
       "Leteetza, my lord. Serving under Commander Bruzzelo."
       His eyes widened and he loosed his grip. "A warrior?"
       I nodded, and he released my tail, leaning back a little.
       "I didn't notice you earlier."
       "No, my lord. It's considered advisable to keep females in heat off duty."
       He nodded slowly. "A wise precaution. You know that by being here you risk your status, not to mention your career?"
       "Yes, my lord. But you're worth it..."
       I bit my tongue. Had I really said that?
       Vejiita chuckled and inclined his head, irony heavy in his voice.
       "I'm flattered."
       He gazed at me for a few minutes, obviously coming to a decision, then beckoned me onto the bed. He lay back, arms above his head, and closed his eyes.
       "Serve me..."

For a moment or two I simply sat back on my heels and stared, trying to still my trembling. Then I slid the sheet from his body, trailing my fingers down his legs, letting my gaze run over him. Did I actually dare to lay my hands on that bronzed skin? Oh yes...
       His skin's so soft for someone who spends most of his life battling, soft and sleek over hard muscle. I worked my way slowly up from his feet, touching and stroking and kissing, tasting him, his scent filling my senses, hot and sweet and musky. He lay unmoving, but I could feel the tension building, the slight tremor as I touched each sensitive spot. As I reached his groin I paused and pulled back for a moment to watch his erection twitch, my eyes widening, panting slightly as I imagined him inside me. He's big. Very big.
       He made an impatient noise and stroked down between my breasts with his tail, and I shifted up the bed a little, laying my hands on his chest, tweaking his nipples before dropping my head to his neck, nuzzling under his ear. A shiver went through him and one arm came down to wrap around my shoulders, pulling me tightly to him. I trailed kisses along his jaw, then - hardly believing I was daring to do it - covered his mouth with mine.
       He captured my tongue, twining it around his own, his hand reaching down to stroke my tail, and I nearly exploded, quivering against him, holding my breath. He pulled his hand away and I glanced up into his face. His eyes were intense, unreadable - then he rolled his head back with an almost inaudible groan as I ran my own hand along his tail, half-sitting up and wrapping my tail around his shaft, stroking firmly, arousing us both even further...
       He was growling without realising it, every muscle trembling with incredible self-control. I had less - not able to wait any longer I straddled him and lowered myself onto his erection, gasping and biting my lip as he filled me and filled me... For a few seconds I didn't think I'd be able to take all of him - then he resolved the situation by flipping me onto my back and ramming home as I cried out in pain.
       But the pain didn't last. Or rather say it was overlaid by mind-numbing pleasure as he twined his tail around mine, stroking it in time with his powerful thrusts, his mouth on my neck as he bit me, drawing blood. I sank my nails into his back as I came, shuddering and struggling to keep from screaming, and moments later I felt him come too, throbbing hotly inside me as he tensed, then lowering his head to my shoulder, panting.
       We lay still for a minute or two, catching our breath, then he began to move again, pulling slowly out and driving back in. I slid my hands down his back to feel the muscles in his buttocks clench and relax as he thrust and withdrew, loving the feel of him, and feeling the throbbing heat grow again in my belly. I licked his neck, then tried to bite him, but he brought up a hand and pushed my face roughly away. His eyes were hard as he stared down at me.
       "No. No bites. You understand?"
       I nodded, and he nipped at my jaw, then began to thrust in earnest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my fingers around his tail, and gave myself up to mind-numbing pleasure.
       The second time we came together, my muscles clenching around him as he quivered and pulsed. And the third time I'd climbed on top of him, exploring every inch of his compact, powerful body with my fingers and tail as I worked him, watching his face as he came first, head thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted. As he relaxed, he'd reached for my tail, stroking and manipulating with such skill I came soon afterwards, collapsing on top of him, finally exhausted.
       He lifted my face to his, the slightest smile in his eyes.
       "Tired already?"
       "I'm sorry... my lord... out of... practise...."
       He chuckled. "Hardly. You were a virgin, weren't you?"
       I nodded, dismayed that it had been so obvious. But his next words made me feel better.
       "So skilled, though. You must have practised with friends. Or you have a far too vivid imagination!"
       I grinned. "A little of both, perhaps."
       He smiled, then shifted, pulling out of me, still hard. I gulped. And I'd thought my sex-drive was high!
       "Time for you to go, little warrior."
       I sighed, but nodded.
       "Thank you, my lord."
       As I dragged myself upright, he lay back with his arms tucked behind his head, watching me.
       "How skilled a warrior are you?"
       I paused and considered the question.
       "The commander seems to think I have potential, my lord."
       He nodded. "Then perhaps you and I should spar, some time when you are a little more experienced."
       My heart jumped. Did he really mean it? A glance at his face assured me that he did. I beamed.
       "My lord, I would be honoured."
       "I will have it arranged."
       "Thank you, my lord."
       He nodded briefly, then glanced towards the window. The sky was lightening rapidly.
       "Time for you to be gone."
       I left the same way I'd come - but this time with the sheet, rapidly improvised into a rough cloak...

Tamata was hovering at the window, a mixture of anger and anxiety on her face.
       "Where the hell've you been? It's nearly dawn!" She hissed, then, before waiting for an answer, wrinkled her nose, her eyes huge. "You smell of sex. And is that Vejiita's scent? You did it, then?"
       I nodded wearily. "Three times. And he was willing and able to carry on longer!"
       Tamata dropped abruptly onto the bed, mouth open. "Oh wow....." She frowned as I slid the sheet-cloak off and peered at my neck.
       "What's that? They look like teethmarks."
       I felt the area, just where my neck met my shoulder - it was sore and a little swollen, and has obviously been bleeding.
       "He bit me."
       Tamata inclined her head, raising an eyebrow and smirking smugly. "He did, huh? I see. Well, you know what that means, don't you?"
       I shook my head, alarmed. She grinned. "Means he's marked you as his. No other male can have you, now."
       I dropped onto my own bed as the implications sank in - though not the reason.
       "That explains why he wouldn't let me bite him. But what now?"
       Tamata waved a hand airily. "Oh, at a guess, I'd say you'll be seeing a lot more of your Prince!"

© 2001 Joules Taylor

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