Moonlight pt 2

He hurt. Everywhere. Ry - glancing around to make sure Lutra was nowhere in sight - dragged the exhausted prince into his arms, worried at the warmth of his aijin's body, the slight but noticeable paleness of his skin.
      *Are you going to be able to cope?*
      A'lestrel offered a mirthless grin.
      *Don't have much choice, aijin...*

It was the fourth day of Lutra's breeding cycle. It had been seven days since A'lestrel had been fucked: he was hurting, aching, the emptiness inside a biting pain. He wanted Ry in him, now, and for hours to come...
      And he couldn't. Lutra had already flown screeching at the Saiyan when Ry had laid an arm across the Zasshu's shoulders and kissed the corner of his mouth, the tenshi's fingers curled into claws that had flensed strips from the guard's cheek and neck. She'd shoved 'lestrel behind her, wings raised threateningly, and growled at the bleeding Saiyan.
      "MINE!"
      Ry had backed off, hands raised palms-out, nodding.
      "Yours, yes... I'm not touching, torii-chan. Look, I'm going..."
      Lutra had turned, grabbed A'lestrel's arm and dragged him back into their room, kicking the door shut, and shoved him down onto their sleeping platform, straddling his hips and impaling herself yet again.
      It was fortunate, A'lestrel thought to himself, that he was part zn'hre and could let his body's automatic reactions take over, otherwise he'd have been completely... ineffectual by now. As it was his inkei, nub and labia were bruised and swollen and very sensitive - and Lutra was extremely forceful in this state. And insatiable. Much more so than on Maurilla. He wondered vaguely if this had anything to do with the fact it was FullMoon...

Ry sighed and reluctantly released the prince.
      *You'd better get back in. If she wakes and you're not there, she'll come hunting you again...*
      A'lestrel nodded and pulled back, head and shoulders drooping.
      *This must be what shizun felt like to her.*
      Ry frowned and shook his head.
      *Nah, that's completely different. Unless you mean this... focusedness...*
      *That's exactly what I mean...* He turned his head, catching the slight switch of scent as Lutra woke from the brief nap she'd taken, ready to fuck again. *I have to go.*
      *We'll take an extended session once her cycle's finished, ne? Get you refuelled.*
      The prince nodded tiredly and made his way wearily back to bed...

*Hab'lan? 'lestrel?*
      It was tentative, almost timid. He groaned and buried his head in his hands, nowhere near ready to rouse. Then a warm hand stroking his tail, fingers riffling through the fur, forced him awake. He part-opened one eye: Lutra was kneeling at his side, looking worried, chewing at her lower lip.
      *Zk'aida?*
      Lutra looked close to tears, and the prince hauled his weary body over onto its back to gaze tiredly up at her. Her eyes widened as they flickered to his groin.
      *I'm sorry...* she whispered. *Hab'lan, I'm so so sorry... What can I do to help?*
      A'lestrel rubbed a hand across his eyes, then gingerly placed the other on his groin, wincing as the bruises - and torn flesh inside his chitsu: how the fuck had she done that!? - made their presence thoroughly known. He sighed and tried to smile.
      *Do we have any of that lotion Vinas gave us? That would help.*
      Her eyes brimming, obviously almost pathetically grateful to be able to do anything, no matter how small, to help, she found the tube and very gently smoothed the salve into his aching flesh. She cuddled up to him afterwards, brushing delicate little kisses over his face and throat and pulling up the light fur - not that they really needed it, it was hot, but it felt like the right thing to do.
      *Will you forgive me?*
      On the point of dropping back to sleep, 'lestrel forced open one eye and frowned.
      *For what?*
      *Hurting you...*
      He sighed and nuzzled her hair, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.
      *... baka... nothing to forgive...*

He awoke a few hours later, feverish, achingly aware of his own needs. He kissed his sleeping bondmate, rousing her slightly.
      *Zk'aida... I have to find Ry...*
      She mumbled a quiet "uhuh" and snuggled closer, stroking his tail: he shivered and gently untangled himself from her embrace.
      "Zk'aida - I have to leave you for a little while."
      She blinked drowsily at him - then frowned.
      "Ry?"
      He nodded, and she sighed resignedly.
      "Very well... will you come back here?"
      "Of course. As soon as I can."
      She managed a small mirthless smile before settling down again, curling up in the space he'd occupied, cuddling his pillow...

*Ah fuck, aijin! You're torn - this'll hurt...*
      *It'll hurt a lot more if you don't fuck me! Ry, I need this. It's been too long.*
      The Saiyan bit his lip, then sighed.
      *Yeah, I know you're right. How long's it been?*
      Alestrel shuddered.
      *Ten days.*
      Ry blinked, then flipped the prince onto his back and without more ado thrust into him, shifting to bring 'lestrel to a fast double climax then subjecting the hot, aching blue body to a thorough pounding.
      Ten days, at FullMoon? He didn't know how the prince had managed to wait that long, but he'd better do something about it as soon as possible if they didn't want A'lestrel to be ill.
      He came as quickly as possible, holding still while the Zasshu's body absorbed his semen, then started again, a little more slowly this time, kissing and nuzzling the prince as he climaxed again, and yet again...
      By the time Lutra came to find her bondmate Ry was exhausted and the pair were slumped together in the Saiyan's temporary room. The tenshi fiercely bit back the jealous anger that ripped through her at the sight, and laid down the platter of raw meats she carried, seating herself on the edge of the bed.
      "Are you... feeling better now?"
      The Zasshu managed a tired smile.
      "Much."
      Ry touched a hand to the blue forehead and frowned.
      *You're still too warm though.*
      A'lestrel flashed him a swift glance.
      *I know. I need more...*
      Lutra smiled hopefully.
      "Does that mean you can come back to bed now?"
      Ry shook his head before the prince could speak.
      "I'm sorry, torii-chan. We're not quite finished yet."
      Her face fell.
      "Oh..."
      A'lestrel closed his eyes with a sigh, then dragged himself up to sit cross-legged, shoulders slumped.
      "It's ... I can manage, aijin..."
      "No you cannot!"
      "Hab'lan, no!"
      A'lestrel blinked at the pair of them. Lutra stroked his cheek gently.
      "I'm not going to be the cause of you suffering. Remember? I promised - myself, anyway. And you promised too." She glowered at the Saiyan. "Anything it takes, Ry-san. Keep him here until he's truly ready to come back."
      Ry nodded solemnly.
      "I will, Lutra-sama. But I'd estimate he'll be back with you tonight."
      She nodded, leaned forwards to kiss her bondmate gently, then rose, smiling back over her shoulder.
      "And when you've recovered, perhaps we can spend a day at the beach..."

It had been a miserable afternoon for Lutra. She'd done her best to keep the *bond* with her hab'lan muted, but stray moments still *crept* in, not helped by A'lestrel's somewhat precarious *control* right now. She knew that Ry had called in 'reysu, and later Le'leen, to assist, as he himself was exhausted. She could almost *feel* cool strong hands over her skin as her bondmate's twin and his mate pleasured the prince, giving so he could recover as soon as possible. And finally he was sated, his temperature back to normal, bone-weary but no longer hurting.
      Ka'reysu carried the unconscious prince back to his room, smiling at Lutra as she scrambled to her feet, gazing at them both anxiously.
      "Is... is he all right?"
      'reysu knelt to lie his twin on the sleeping platform, then grinned at the tenshi.
      "He's fine. But he needs to sleep. I don't think he's had much, has he?"
      She shook her head guiltily, and he took her hand.
      "Don't worry about it, torii-chan. One night's uninterrupted sleep and he'll be back to normal, you'll see."
      Lutra settled herself close to her bondmate, gazing down at him. There were still shadows around his eyes, but he looked much more relaxed, much less tense. She smiled up at 'reysu.
      "Thank you."
      He smirked.
      "No need. Family helps family."
      She nodded.
      "And I promise I'll let him sleep!"
      'reysu inclined his head gravely.
      "It is what he needs now..."

A cool hand, stroking her breast, fingertips fondling her nipple... Lutra moaned and pushed up into the caress. Cool lips brushed her shoulder.
      *Good morning, zk'aida...*
      She blinked her eyes open to find 'lestrel watching her, head propped on one hand, his tail slowly stroking up her leg. She shivered, eyes wide.
      *Hab'lan? You... how are you feeling...?*
      He smirked.
      *Recovered.*
      She eyed him suspiciously.
      *You're not just saying that, are you?*
      He chuckled - then before she could object slid on top of her, easing into her cunt slowly, with little backward jerks to tease her with the skin beads, twisting to wrap his tongue around one nipple.
      *No, I'm not just saying that...*
      She gasped as he pulled out, then lifted her onto her hands and knees, settling between her spread thighs and sliding smoothly into her, tail caressing her nub, fingers teasing her nipples as he licked at her neck. Collapsing onto her forearms, rump raised and shoving backwards hard as he rammed home, she came quickly, then more slowly as his pace quickened, inkei pulling all the way out then pounding back in. She whimpered as she came for a third time, feeling the cold effervescence of his semen tingling deep within her...

"I remember you saying something about the beach..."
      She stretched and smiled languidly at the sound of the deep velvety voice, opening one bright blue eye.
      "Oh yes, I did, didn't I..."
      "When did you have in mind?"
      One warm hand stroking down a smooth cool chest, she kissed his shoulder.
      "Do you have anything planned for this afternoon?"

The season continued in an erotic dream for Lutra. The heat of high summer, 'lestrel taking her repeatedly - and she him - wherever they happened to be at the time, the activities of the rest of the family... Radittsu and Hijau - with Zha'haarak, who hadn't wanted to be parted from his bondmate - had arrived back, and Lutra had watched in awe and disbelief as the big male took Hijau, violently, growling, ramming into the smaller golden body as the captain gasped and writhed under him... He came quickly, head flung back in a soundless howl, mane cascading over the sleeping platform - then started again, to Lutra's astonishment. It had been an hour before Radittsu pulled out of Hijau and flopped onto his back: the captain had quickly caught a palmful of the semen seeping from his body, anointed himself, and thrust sharply into the bigger male, tail fondling the massive studded inkei as he bit savagely at Radittsu's shoulders...
      It was an extraordinary spectacle, made more so by Zha'haarak calmly watching, fingers gently fondling Ti'aasaan's erection as the little zn'hre panted and squirmed beside him. And later, when the two Saiyans had - for the moment - finished and briskly showered, they returned to the sleeping platform and happily pleasured the zn'hre, Radittsu very gently making love to Zha'haarak while Hijau pounded into Ti'aasaan.
      A'lestrel had watched from his place on the bed, Lutra on his lap and his inkei deeply buried in her body, nuzzling her neck.
      *Doesn't... doesn't it hurt them?*
      He nipped carefully at her ear.
      *Yes - but only until they hit the tail spot...*
      *What's that?*
      He fondled her nub, making her shiver and gasp.
      *Inside, where the tail joins the body, there's a large cluster of nerves that have the same effect inside as having our tails caressed outside...*
      She twisted to stare at him, eyes wide.
      *And the Zasshu have this too?*
      He nodded, and she grinned.
      *I see... You won't mind if I explore this a little further, will you?*
      He chuckled.
      *No - as long as you wait until after FullMoon.*
      She pouted, and he kissed her lower lip. She sighed.
      *Oh, very well...*

She remembered very little of the three days of FullMoon itself. Colours, scents, ecstatic sounds, the feel of cool silky skin on and in her, an endless round of being filled and satisfied and filled again: no one slept until the end...
      Lutra dragged herself awake on the sleeping platform, 'lestrel buried in her and moving gently, Ry behind him, penis comfortably filling his chitsu and moving in the same rhythm. Elsewhere on the platform it was difficult to tell where one person ended and the next began: the bed was a multi-coloured jumble of arms, legs, manes and tails, warm and cool bodies, all exhausted, all sated.
      'lestrel yawned and cuddled closer to her, sliding one leg over her hip, which brought Ry's groin close to her own, soft heavy balls resting against her thigh. An intriguing sensation... She wriggled slightly, kissing her hab'lan, who stirred and half-opened one eye.
      *Are you hungry?*
      His stomach growled, and he chuckled.
      *Apparently so...*
      She hesitated for a moment, then,
      *Is it over now?*
      *Mostly.*
      She sighed, relieved. It had been interesting, but she was very glad it only happened every eight years or so. It was going to take her days to catch up on the sleep she'd missed. And she was feeling very sore, almost looking forwards to a rest from the constant fucking. 'lestrel licked her throat.
      *Are you all right?*
      She nodded.
      *Just tired...*
      He kissed her mouth.
      *We'll rest on R'ren'nkh'ia.*
      Oh! She'd forgotten their plans to visit 'lestrel's other homeworld! She hugged him tightly, waking Ry who grumbled briefly before smirking at her.
      "So, enjoy your first FullMoon, torii-chan?"
      She raised an eyebrow.
      "It was... intriguing, Ry-san." She gazed down pointedly, pushing her hips forwards slightly: he grinned as he felt her smooth skin against his balls.
      "I suppose you'd like me to move..."
      She smirked.
      "Please."
      Sighing, he eased out of the prince's body and pulled himself back a little, nipping at A'lestrel's shoulder.
      "Thank you, aijin. Beautiful and talented as ever. Pity you'll be... otherwise engaged while we're on R'ren'nkh'ia..."
      'lestrel's tail stroked his groin, wrapping briefly around his erection and squeezing firmly.
      "But you'll have 'raadiin again, won't you..."
      Ry's eyes brightened.
      "Heh, yeah, I will, won't I? Fancy joining us?"
      The prince laughed.
      "You are incorrigible!"
      Ry planted a sloppy kiss between his shoulderblades.
      "I know. But you love me anyway..."

Radittsu was sprawled, naked, on the main balcony, eyes closed as he dozed in the sunsshine. 'lestrel dropped to sit cross-legged beside him, running long cool fingers down his cheek.
      "Papa, when are you going back?"
      One large ebony eye opened: the big male grinned at his sireling.
      "Four days time. You coming with us?"
      The prince nodded.
      "Lutra would like to see R'ren'nkh'ia. I'd like to see 'haabron and Kobis again. And we really should be there to welcome the hostlings."
      Radittsu nodded.
      "You'd better see Vinas, make sure Lutra can cope with the sun. And have some appropriate clothing made for her."
      A'lestrel leaned down to kiss his sire's cheek.
      "Thank you."
      Radittsu waved a hand negligently, then propped himself up on his elbows.
      "How was your first FullMoon? Any unusual side-effects?"
      The prince shook his head.
      "None that I was aware of, though Vinas has taken various samples and ordered a thorough checkup for tomorrow."
      His sire nodded thoughtfully.
      "Good, good... 'bron will be very happy to hear it. Did you enjoy the experience?"
      A'lestrel gave him a lopsided, wry grin.
      "Lutra hit a breeding cycle."
      Radittsu blinked, then frowned.
      "Ah... you coped?"
      "Yes, but it wasn't easy."
      "Hn. We may have to work out a way around that. In case it happens again."
      A'lestrel shook his head.
      The chances of that are fairly remote, I think."
      "Nevertheless..." The Saiyan looked up as Hijau loped out to join them, golden skin gleaming in the light. He grinned at 'lestrel.
      "Hello young highness."
      The prince grinned back, then pulled himself to his feet.
      "I'll leave you two to... whatever it is you want to do!"
      Hijau chuckled and ran a fingertip down A'lestrel's cheek.
      "Sure you don't want to stay?"
      The prince folded his arms across his chest, smirking, and shook his head regretfully.
      "Always tempting, Hijau-chan - but Lutra would prefer me not to, and I have arrangements to make." He nodded to his sire. "We'll join you on the shuttle in four days, papa."
      Radittsu nodded, watching his sireling lope back into the suite. He'd weathered his first FullMoon well, though there were still subtle signs of fatigue in the strong lean body. Well, a sojourn on the other homeworld should put that right!
      Though quite what Lutra would make of R'ren'nkh'ia - or the R'ren'nkh'ia-jin of the tenshi - remained to be seen...