…*sigh* I love Hijau. Thank you, Joules, for letting me play with him...
This PWP is set pre-zn'hre, by the way.
Lutra
Catch of the Day
It was late, it was cold and Hijau was very tired.
The flame-haired guard could hear the frigid coastal winds howling around the outside of Lord Abricotto's castle, and he shivered; this was the farthest north he'd ever had the misfortune to come during the cold season. Why this supply negotiation trip couldn't have waited 'til it was warmer he'd never know.
Hijau trudged alone along the stone corridor towards his rooms having waved off the servant who'd gone to accompany him. He'd been here for five interminable days now - weather bound - and he was quite capable of finding his room himself. And he wanted some time to be alone! Lord Abricotto was a congenial host but he, or other members of the noble's family and household, had barely given the young Saiyan officer a moment to himself from the time he awoke to the time he fell asleep! Hijau sighed gratefully as he finally reached his door - peace at last.
He had his hand on the metal latch, ready to go in, when a series of scents emanating from his room stopped him in his tracks.
Oh fuck.
Netsariin.
Netsariin was Lord Abricotto's daughter and the least subtle of all of the noble's family - it wasn't supplies or strategy the female wanted to discuss with him. Hijau wearily rested his forehead on the thick wooden door and groaned - he wasn't in the mood for this.
Hijau felt he'd spent the past five days dodging the forward female. Yes, she was pretty, and intelligent, but he liked his females to be a little less… obvious. During the first meal he'd shared with the family, she'd been seated next to him and had taken every opportunity to brush against him, her arm or shoulder or breast being in contact with him the entire time. But that had been light and innocent compared to what was going on under the table. The female's damn tail had never been still - sliding across his thighs, tickling over his groin, trying to wriggle between his knees… It hadn't been comfortable, and Hijau - knowing how easily aroused he was - had had to concentrate hard on what Lord Abricotto was saying so as not to embarrass himself. Netsariin'd been so persistent Hijau had discreetly scented her, wondering if she was coming into heat. She wasn't - she just wanted him and was making sure he knew it. After that meal the Guard had made sure he wasn't seated near the female anymore and he avoided any chance of being alone with her.
And now this. The noble female was in his room, already aroused, and she'd brought… fish? Hijau scowled; if she honestly thought mere food could entice him to let her into his bed… The Guard squared his shoulders, the sooner he turned her out of his room, politely, the sooner he could go to sleep.
He pushed open the door and stepped past the threshold…
… and froze at the tableau in front of him.
It was comfortably dim and warm in his room, the only illumination coming from the fire in the hearth. Netsariin was lying on his bed, naked, flat on her back. Her feet were at the head end of the bed so she was facing the door and her creamy pale skin seemed to glow against the dark furs. The female's head was hanging slightly over the edge of the bed, her long, shining, ebony mane spilling down to the floor. Netsariin's arms were stretched out to either side and she was panting lightly, her soft, full breasts rising and falling in time with her breath as she teased her groin with her tail. She also appeared to be - Hijau noted bemusedly – adorned with slices of raw fish draped strategically over her body. The young Guard hazily speculated if she'd done all that herself, or if she'd had help...
Netsariin opened her warm, brown eyes and smirked at him.
"It's about time you got here, I don’t know how much longer this fish will keep before it needs to be cooked."
"What the fuck are you doing?" Hijau closed the door and came to stand, hands on hips, looking down at her.
"What does it look like?" Netsariin's voice was a husky purr; her mouth parted in a silent moan as her tail tip flicked over her sensitive nub.
Hijau felt his resistance weakening: gods, she smelt good - so did the fish.
"I don't think Lord Abricotto would approve."
Netsariin laughed lightly, and undulated, spreading her thighs. Hijau almost didn't catch what she said next, too intrigued by the question of where that tail tip had disappeared to.
"My father doesn't care what I do as long as I'm discreet and I don't get pregnant."
Hijau licked his lips, watching almost mesmerised as she arched her hips slightly off the bed.
"You've hardly been discreet the past few days!" he countered.
"Believe me," Netsariin murmured, "for me to be 'indiscreet' enough for my family to notice I would have had to take you on the table in front of them."
Hijau raised an eyebrow and he smirked.
"You? Take me?"
Netsariin smirked back then locked eyes with him as she writhed, moaning silently again.
He sighed. "Fine. If I fuck you now will you leave me alone?"
Her eyes gleamed. "Maybe."
Hijau quickly reviewed the possible consequences of fucking a noble's daughter against the immediate gratification of the act.
Ah - what the hell…
Hijau shrugged out of his bodysuit and smirked at the appreciative expression on Netsariin's face. The female's tail stilled as she looked up at him, or more specifically, at his erection, which from the angle she was on, must've appeared enormous. Hijau sank slowly to his knees in front of her, bringing his groin level with her face, and he chuckled as Netsariin nearly went cross-eyed watching the tip of his penis bounce lightly against her nose.
Hijau leant forward, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her shoulders, and slowly curled his hips forwards and back, rubbing his erection over the quivering female's face. He used the tip of his tongue to lift a strip of delicately fragrant raw fish from one of her nipples and flip it into his mouth. He chewed the morsel with approval; Netsariin had managed to pick one of his favourite varieties of ocean fish.
Hijau took his time, working down her body, eating the fish then nipping lightly at the skin underneath. He hissed in pleasure when he felt Netsariin's warm, moist tongue licking tentatively at first, then firmer and bolder, along his shaft. Hijau smirked to himself, he suspected that Netsariin wasn't as experienced sexually as she'd have him believe.
Soon, Netsariin's scent was heavy and musky with arousal - as was Hijau's - and the female was writhing underneath him. Hijau smirked, his face poised between her thighs, savouring the stimulating scent of her: the fish snack was all gone - now the real meal could begin. He pushed the limber female's knees apart and down, until they were pressed against the furs, and her groin was completely open to him.
The female gasped and moaned as Hijau's broad tongue lapped at her, delving deep into her past the folds of moist, sensitized flesh, and his tail teased across her nipples. Netsariin yelled as she came and dug her nails into his buttocks, making him wince, grateful that her teeth hadn't been anywhere near his genitals. Hijau shifted around until he was facing her, kneeling between the spread and trembling thighs of the stunned, glazed-eyed female. Netsariin was panting almost to the point of hyperventilation, and looking at him with something like shock on her face.
"All right?" he asked her.
Netsariin swallowed, and nodded, finding her voice at last.
"That was - I've never - " she said, creakily incoherent. Hijau smirked down at her.
"Gets better."
She looked at him in frank disbelief then squeaked, and groaned, as he rubbed his, by now, hot and hard erection over her mound. Hijau positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to her body, then regarded her seriously - he wasn't completely convinced she wasn't a virgin.
"Are you sure about this?"
Netsariin stared at him, open-mouthed, then before he could react, she growled:
"Fuck, yes!"
and wrapped her slim legs around his waist, surging upwards with her hips, and suddenly, Hijau was balls deep in the hot and eager female. Taken by surprise and with no thought for subtlety now, Hijau pounded into her, growling and sucking hard on her breasts and nipples, the slight sting of her nails scouring over his back more than enough to kick him, snarling, over the edge into orgasm. He was dimly aware that Netsariin's shriek and her legs and arms and tail tightening around him meant she'd come as well, but honestly, by that stage he really didn't give a fuck…
Hijau laved his tongue slowly over the deep bite he'd inflicted on Lord Abricotto's daughter, and she stirred sleepily in his arms.
"Did you have to bite me?" she grumbled, pushing his head out of the way so she could inspect the damage to her breast.
"Sorry," Hijau nuzzled her throat, and she relaxed, sighing.
"Doesn't matter - won't leave a mark…" she smirked at him. "How's your back?"
"I'll heal." Hijau grinned.
Netsariin laughed and pulled herself out of the Guard's embrace. She knelt beside him, then tugged him over onto his stomach, wincing at the long, deep scratches running across his shoulders and ribs.
"Ouch! Sorry."
Hijau smirked over his shoulder at her, his dark, slanted eyes amused.
"You'll find a way to make it up to me, I'm sure."
"Uh huh…" Netsariin said vaguely, losing her concentration as Hijau's tail probed between her thighs.
"Are you hungry?" she said suddenly.
"Not after all that fish, why?"
"I am." She grinned and prowled her way to the edge of the bed, leaning down to pick something up off the floor and incidentally presenting Hijau with the very pleasing - and instantly stirring - view of her long, ebony tail waving enticingly above her creamy buttocks and thighs. The Guard smirked and shifted his hips minutely, enjoying the feel of his renewed erection moving against the furs. Netsariin returned to his side, carrying a shallow bowl containing several, large, round and greenish fruits with knobbly skins.
The female picked up one of the fruits and began to peel it using a fine 'blade' of ki.
She glanced at Hijau and smirked.
"These are delicious, and funnily enough," she laid a thin slice of the fruit over one of the scratches on the Guard's back, "they're supposed to have healing properties..."
After the initial shock of wet coldness against his heated skin, Hijau found the slices of fruit were quite soothing. Netsariin quickly covered his back and buttocks with slices of the fruit, then she hastily put the bowl aside.
She started at the nape of his neck, slowly, and with great relish, eating the slices of fruit from his back, licking up the juices as she went, and gently ruffling the fur around the base of his tail.
Hijau relaxed into the sensations, thinking that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if the weather kept him stuck at Lord Abricotto's castle for a few days longer...
© 2002 July 1st Lutra
