“WHAT?” Zhuii barked out. Slamming his head on the table as he shot up, slipping free from my sheath’s hold, he growled, rolling from beneath the table. Crouching, he gripped his cock, pinching his foreskin to keep it from slipping over his manhood, to examine his precious.
Giggling after him and his overreaction, I crawled from under the table, my dress bunched around my waist. I was surprised when I moved around and nothing tweaked or twinged in the slightest, no noticeable aches or pains to be found, anywhere. Huh. It was like he really was an alien, but he numbed the victim before dissect- erm, penetration. Deep penetration.
I was delirious, snort giggling until I sounded like a little piggy. Grabbing my stomach and the fabric ballooning around it like an animal hide flotation device, I chortled and snorted, giggling harder.
“I’ve been probed!” I got out between guffaws, bent over with laughter, taken over by a mad case of the sillies.
“Not funny,” Zhuii muttered, shaking his head.
Lifting my head enough to watch him stare down at his massive dong fretfully, twisting his much favored appendage this way and that worriedly to make sure it was still well and truly intact, I smirked.
Realizing I was talking about sex with his fat friend and our recent foray into natural disasters and sexcapades, he paused, his cock still cradled in his hand, to study me.
“My Lindy-mine tease her Zhu-baby?”
“Beast,” I chortled, “my Zhubeastie baby.”
“Zhuii… Lindy-mine.” And there went that gravelly, sexy as sin rumble.
Standing to my full height, trying not to notice the way he watched my breasts as they swayed, hanging out in the breeze, just swinging around, I held my hands out placatingly. “Your man-meat, mating wand, love bat, beastie baby is perfectly fine and should remain so.” And just in case he decided to tattle on me to the others, I added, “You didn’t curse yourself. You couldn’t have. Did you go back on your word? Did you do anything without both of us being on board?”
“Zhuii- Ah… No.” Dropping his cock, rolling his shoulders, he cocked his head, scratching his chin to let off a tiny half grunt. “Lindy-mine mine.”
Oh, that beast of a purr was starting up, and if that meant what I thought it meant, we were going to need ground rules.
“Lindy-mine tease her Zhubeastie?” Zhuii purred the words. Damn. Just damn. If my traitorous pussy could purr it would be humming right along with him—he just had that effect on me.
“Uh… tease is such a funny word.” Tainted with sexual innuendo and- Damn it. I knew, as he inhaled and a grumbling growl tumbled from his lips, I’m totally fucked.
“Now! Now, we need some, uh… shit- What do we need?”
“Kissing, touching, tasting.”
“Yes, lots of that. I mean no! I mean rules. We need, uhm, what are you doing?” I was rounding the table, dancing around it as he prowled towards me.
God, he was so fucking sexy like that. I’d admit it now. He looked dangerous and eerily otherworldly, in his own right ethereal, some magical being I shouldn’t even be able to get within ten feet of, and yet he was mine and I was his.
“Mine,” he growled out, and I kinda wanted to grumble it back.
“Zhuii chase him Lindy-mine.” The beast smiled a devious, dastardly smile and cracked his knuckles. “Lindy-mine bad- No, naughty female. Need-”
“I’m naughty?” I tittered. I could barely believe it, but I giggled like a school girl flirting with her crush, and freaking tittered.
Three chair lengths separated us. He was much faster than me—I didn’t stand a damned chance.
Fuck if I’m not gonna try, though, I thought with a shit eating grin.
“Why Zhuii naughty beauty smile like that? Tease her beast?” His steps were measured, his tail flicking behind him playfully. He liked the chase as much as I found I did.
“I’m a glutton for punishment?”
Zhuii’s answering, heated growl had me squealing and taking off at a run.
I ruined the moment by pointing at the door, stalling for time. “Shouldn’t we go out and check the damage? Make sure- And then it hit me, my smile faltering as my mouth gaped. “Tokre and Noyel! Oh, Zhu-eeeeeee!!!!!”
Zhuii pounced, seeing the opening and taking it. Scooping me up, he had me flipped over, bent over the table, face down, before I could finish his name.
“Tokre and Noyel fine,” the blue, playful bastard muttered as he worked on wriggling my dress down my hips onehandedly, the other pressing into my back, holding me in place.
My ass wiggled as I squirmed, which just proved to excite my blue beast and not much else.
“But the earthquake, uh, the earthshake! It-”
“No earthshake. Snow fall. Lots. Door buried. Stuck ‘til others find and dig out.”
Any and all wiggling ceased. Zhuii chuffed happily as he held up my divested dress.
“You mean they’re fine and we’re stuck?” I couldn’t help how high my voice was as I spoke, or damned squeaky. “There… It was an a-a-avalanche?”
Zhuii’s hum started up and he tossed my dress aside. “No be worried, beauty. Noyel and Tokre smart, good beasties. Be okay.”
“Forget them,” I gasped out, right as he laid himself over me like a giant furry blanket, attempting to comfort me by wrapping himself around me. “What about us! We’re stuck! I dunno about you and any hibernating habits you may or may not lean towards, but humans don’t hang underground just for the hell of it!”
“Zhuii and Lindy-mine no hang for hell of it. Zhuii prepare. Be okay, too. Storm clears, Tokre and Noyel come to Zhuii’s, dig us out.”
“P-p-promise?” I was tearing up again, weak willed thing that I’ve become, peeking over my shoulder into black eyes with an orange center. I had to blink a few times at the color change fun, which Zhuii caught onto and grinned.
“Lindy-mine calm her Zhuiibeast. No more bad Zhuii, not with him Lindy-mine,” he soothed with a purr. Leaning in, he nuzzled my cheek, inhaling deeply of my scent as he went.
I’d tamed his beast side? Literally. “Sometimes you say the weirdest, most nonsensical, yet sweetest things I’ve ever heard,” I murmured, dead serious.
“Zhuii think him Lindy-mine same.”
We stared at each other for a solid minute, both sober as a judge, before we both burst out laughing. His laugh was deep and rich, tickling somewhere low in my belly as it washed over me.
“So… we’re good? You’re not really still mad at me, are you?” I felt the need to ask. Reaching out, I buried my fingers in the fluff on the side of his cheek, smiling when he nuzzled into my hand automatically. With a heady purr he closed his eyes, a shiver wracking his body at my touch.
“Zhuii not mad,” he cracked an eye open, “never mad at him beauty. Hurt. Sad.” And then, as if he’d just thought of it, excited at the idea, “Lindy-mine smell it on Zhuii?”
“Ah, no. I, uh, peeked at you when you took off to get food.”
“Oh.” That one word held so much disappointment I almost wished I wasn’t human. Almost but not quite. “I’m glad I can’t smell emotions. I’d much rather you just talked it out with me and we got it off our chests.”
“The smells?” Zhuii blinked, but I saw the glimmer in the slowly brightening orange in his irises, the black fading back to white of his sclera more prominent as he widened his eyes in feigned ignorance.
“Not like that. Not the smells off our chests.” Nose crinkling, I snorted. “Jerk.” Shaking my head, I laughed. “You play as bad as I do.”
“Maybe.” The big beast shrugged, his hefty frame shifting over my much smaller one.
“Maybe you’re still upset and I should make it up to you?” I suggested coyly, batting my lashes prettily.
“Lindy-mine wants to blow the job?” He watched my eyelashes fluttering, scowling for real this time. “Lindy mine has something in eye?”
“No.” I stopped the lash fluttering immediately. “But, wait, do I wanna whuh- Ah-ha-ha-ha
!” I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. “You mean do I want to give you a blow job?”
Something thick and fuzzy tapped my inner thigh, distracting me. Watching him as he stared into my eyes, his horns noticeably smaller, he quirked an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Oh my god, Zhuii.” My hand slapped over my face and I snorted. “You are as bad as I thought you’d be.” Horny, wily beastie.
“Zhuii good bad,” he shot right back, peeling my hand away from my face to tug it behind my back. My other hand followed, held captive in his as it joined the first.
“Wha- What are you doing?” Peeking over my shoulder as he stepped back, my hands pinned by one of his thick mitts, I watched as he crouched, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He grinned as I wiggled and my ass generously jiggled. “Is this some kind of weird, beast revenge?”
“Nope,” Zhuii whispered absently. His hand was busy, slowly sliding down my spine, reaching out to cup a rounded globe, testing the weight of it in his hand.
When one huge mitt of a paw just wasn’t enough to contain all that jelly, he groaned, the sound part pleasure, part growl. “This,” he gave the nice bit a good squeeze that had me squirming.
“Zhuii…”
He glanced up, looking to me expectantly, his eyebrows cocking as I gulped and clenched those butt cheeks tight, unashamed when he noticed and snorted.
“What are you doing?”
“What Zhuii say? Touch…” his hand smoothed over and up, tickling over my tailbone, where he teased, “teeny, tiny tail nub,” and pecked a god damned kiss to the spot, his venturous hand sliding down the seam of my ass. More leisurely kisses followed, over every scratch mark and bruise I’ve managed to acquire in my short stint as a beastly bridal captive.
I couldn’t see, but something kicked my ankles apart, his large body crowding closer.
Zhuii disappeared just out of view when I heard, “Kiss,” and I felt his hot breath over my sex. The knuckle of one of his thick fingers followed as he pressed teasing kisses over my clit.
“Taste… taste! Touch, kiss, taste!” I muttered hastily, wishing I could slap a hand over my mouth when he chuckled and dutifully pressed his face into my sex. He waited there, just waited, one rasp of his tongue to leave me hanging, until I wiggled against him impatiently. “Zhuii!”
“Lindy-mine wish to claim her Zhuii?” His words were muffled in my pussy, which made me laugh, the absurdity of it par for the course, then groan as he purred and it vibrated against the spot. When I didn’t answer straight away the purring stopped.
“I do! I do!” I cried out, gasping in outrage when he purred and pulled back.
His hands left me, his warmth—the blue bastard had completely retreated.
Whirling around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, I could only stare in fascination as the male plopped down on his furry butt, his tail flicking away beside him, flopped back, flat on his back, his cock sticking up like a kickstand, and let his arms fall to his sides.
“Zhuii ready,” he rumbled out in that crazy, wildly purring way of his. “Zhuii’s Lindy-mine claim her beast.”
“I- You- We-” My hands waved from his cock to the table, to my slit, before settling on him. I stood there gesturing at him, sputtering and stuttering my little heart out.
Zhuii’s toes wiggled and his fingers twitched. “Zhuii ready,” he repeated.
Stepping towards him, I couldn’t help but find the humor in the situation, along with the strange sweetness. Once I was standing directly over him, I bent forward, my breasts swaying like ungainly cow udders, swinging pendulously before me.
“Do we have a need?” I asked carefully, knowing how easy it was to hurt his feelings but needing to tease. My big, bad blue bastard was more sensitive than his little bride of glass.
Was he even aware?
No. He was too busy trying to distract himself from it all, everything, much like I did, evidenced by the twenty plus thingamabobs that had an eerie likeness to things from my world, though not quite there, hanging around in various states of finishing, all made by beastly hands.
“Yes,” he said simply, grunting when I didn’t move to take my beast like the wild, wanton temptress I could barely fake it pretending to be.
“And only I can fulfill that need?” Kneeling down, resting my ass on my heels, I trailed a finger down his thigh.
“Big, big need. Only Lindy-mine fix.” He gulped as my fingers wove a path up his hip and right past his cock, slowly circling back around, landing just along the inside of his inner thigh. When I got to that furry blue sac, lifting it much the same way he had with my ass cheek, cupping it to test the weight of it in my hand, he squirmed.
Leaning forward, my free hand teasing the head of his cockstand to slowly pull his foreskin back, I blew over the bulbous, shockingly red tip—yep, never getting over the red rocket tipped dingy, but what the hey, when in Beastdom!
His alien dick looked like a mushroom—a fat, pale stem that was thick at the base, thinning marginally as it reached the tip, with a wide, round, red, umbrella-like cockhead topping the tippy top, of which tapered to a slitted point.
“I have concerns,” I murmured, pulling back to meet his gaze.
A tiny whimper left him and he looked to me. “Concerns?” He said the words like I’d just said infectious ‘disease’ or ‘let’s be celibate!’
“Mm-hmm, concerns,” I repeated gravely. Teasing aside, I meant it. “I snuck some paste Dorothy gave me in my dress,” the dress he’d tossed somewhere in the plaster dusting the floor, his backside, and now my knees, “and I’m going to need it if I’m going to try and,” my eyes jerked to his flagpole meaningfully, my hand still holding his furry foreskin back, “conquer that mountain all by myself.
“No need it. Zhuii kiss. Fix it. Zhuii Zhubeast.”
“And that would mean… in terms a human could understand? And I’m telling you right now, if you try and spout off some cock and bull about a magical, healing penis or junk funk, I’m getting Noyel to check your head.”
“Not Zhuii junked funk.” He made a show of rolling his eyes. “Zhuii kiss. Mouth.” Sticking his tongue out, he waggled the appendage.
“Your spit…?” I said slowly. My smiled died, lips flattening, and I frowned. “Zhubaby, my beastie baby, are you trying to tell me you have magical saliva? Healing spit?”
“No magic,” the beast, “just Zhubeast. Helps heals. Makes hurts stop.” Glancing to the V of my thighs, he reached over and caressed my knee. “Lindy-mine hurt, Zhuii help.”
And Zhuii got to claim his Beauty, the sly beast.
Claim me he did, I thought with a wiggle.
If what he said was true, it begged the question: “So… why didn’t you just heal up Tokre when he got hurt? Why didn’t you get to lickin’ on my man, mister? Mister beastly mister?”
Mister beastly mister’s face twisted in disgust and he chuffed. “Zhuii not lick Tokre.” The crazy-eyed demon beast made a gagging sound. “Zhuii lick him Lindy-mine. My Lindy-mine taste nice. Tokre…” Another gagging sound. “Tokre like Zhuii… like from same litter.”
“He’s like a brother to you, so licking him would be gross, but he was hurt, Zhuii. He needed help.” I couldn’t help but feel a niggle of hurt, annoyance, and maybe a tad resentment.
My face screwed up as emotions flooded me, like I was feeling that day all over again. “He coulda- It was-”
“Tokre be fine. Tokre not hurt so bad. Him-”
At the dirty look I shot him, implying I begged to differ, he glanced down at his dick in my hand, swallowed audibly, and closed his mouth.
“He was really hurt.”
Deciding agreeing with me was pertinent to his physical well-being, or at least his junk’s, he eagerly agreed this time around.
“If it was worse, really bad, would you have-” I was blinking rapidly, trying to contain the pain starting behind my eyes, radiating outward. Shit, I was getting really wrecked talking about this.
Why should I- No- I couldn’t be… He’d kidnapped me!
And yet…
“It’s too soon,” I mumbled. Wasn’t it too soon to even entertain the idea of such feelings? The big L, one didn’t just toss that around casually—my blurted ramblings, induced by the avalanche-earthquake scare notwithstanding.
My hand fell away from Zhuii’s proud, not so little friend, and I sucked back the gloop threatening to drip from my nostrils noisily, swiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
“Lindy-mine?” Zhuii shifted and I felt his hands come around me, cuddling me to him.
“You’d help him, right? If it was really, uh… really, uh… God, I can’t even say it.” It hurt to think it, let alone say it out loud.
“Yes, Zhuii would help Tokre, if Tokre was really hurt.”
My face screwed up and I buried it in his furry chest. Resting his chin on the top of my head, his hands rubbed my back soothingly. It was working, his magic hum and soft touch, relaxing me immediately.
“Promise?” I murmured quietly.
“Zhuii pinky promise,” the male swore.
“And next time, even if it’s not as bad as I think it is, you’ll help him then, too? And Noyel? No matter what?”
Zhuii made a grumbling sound, his thick form shifting restlessly. “Zhuii promise to help Tokre, no matter what, and No-yell… Zhuii no let No-yell die,” he finished with a flourish, a funny note in his voice that implied he was being generous with his offer.
“Zhuii!!” I laughed and slapped at his chest, catching his tone for what it was.
He captured my hand and brought it to his lips, gently sucking my middle finger into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.
“Be serious,” I complained, though there was no real heat behind the words.
“Zhuii be very serious, give Lindy-mine’s finger a blowed job.”
“What?!” I got out on a gasp, snort-laughing at his goofy words.
“Yes, then Lindy-mine blow Zhuii, and claim her Zhuii, and Lindy-mine’s Beast blow him Beauty’s mind.”
Pulling back to stare up at the corny, horny beast dog, I chuckled at the infectious grin on his face. “Wow. All that?”
He nodded, and I laughed harder.
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