by Greg Curtis
He shook his head and prepared himself for the long run. Her arms too would tire, as she supported her own weight on them. All he had to do was out last her, a hard ask, but not impossible. And there was no way he was going to give in.
But in their intensity they had both forgotten one thing; that he was a man and she was an attractive woman who he had his manhood pressed hard against. His usual reaction was taking place, and David groaned silently. To be in this position, being soundly beaten by her, and then to be attracted to her as well, it was simply unfair. She was just winning on so many levels.
Or was it? The dark thought came out of nowhere and brought a crooked smile to his face. If she could ball bite him, perhaps he could return the favour and watch her squirm. Suddenly he knew how to use his reaction to unsettle her. Once again there were no rules.
“Actually Cyrea. I’m somewhat enjoying this position.” He flexed his hips against her, making sure she understood what he meant, and enjoyed the look of surprise that darted across her face.
“It’s quite … delicious.” While he pretended to have hunted for the word, it had been there in the back of his mind all the time, and he enjoyed watching her reaction to it. Just to make it better he smiled broadly, and was rewarded by her scandalized expression. Finally he had found a way to enjoy his natural reaction to her, knowing she couldn’t object.
But was she truly shocked by him, or by her own reactions to him? There was something in her eyes that said she too was enjoying the closeness whether she wanted to or not. And while she recoiled mentally, he noticed her hips didn’t move an inch away. He rubbed some more, finally enjoying something about the fight.
“I could stay here all day. Unless of course you want to yield.” He put it out there for her to play with, knowing she could never take the offer. For the first time she thought she was in charge of the situation and there was no way in hell she’d give that up. He quite liked that part of her nature.
“Yield? Did you hit your head somewhere? I’ve got you right where I want you, and you know it even if you’re too pig headed to accept it. Now you’re just trying to shock me. To get me to back off. But it won’t work. It won’t save your sorry skin. But please don’t stop just because it won’t work. After all, I can enjoy this just as much as you.” Just to emphasize her point she rubbed herself against him, setting his manhood on fire. She was trying to convince him that it was only him who felt that way. But by the looks of it she was setting herself alight as well.
“Oh I wasn’t going to stop.”
“Neither am I.” The challenge had been issued and accepted, and they were both determined to carry on, until one or the other lost. Or, as the niggling thought in the backs of their minds whispered to them, until they both won.
It dawned on them both at that moment that they were both aroused by the intimacy. And that it wasn’t the first time for either of them. He saw the truth in her eyes as she saw it in his.
“Oh Lord.” He groaned quietly, understanding he was losing control again, but this time it was the sensuality of her flesh and the desires of his own treasonous body that were his undoing. His wasn’t the only groan. Cyrea too was in the same boat. They might be combatants, they might be completely different species, but they liked each other in the way that a man and a woman should. They both knew it could only end in disaster. He should have backed away then, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to lose to her. No more did he want to stop touching her. And he knew no more would she back off, for all the same reasons.
“What are we doing?” He asked her and heard only silence. He knew he would get little more; she was just as confused as him, and just as determined. And their flesh was becoming more demanding by the moment, gradually forcing them to yield to its desire whether they wanted to or not. Still, they were competitive, they couldn’t be any less. They were both determined to win at all costs. But now the definition of winning was changing for them. At first it had involved beating the other into a pulp. Now it was becoming something else entirely.
“I don’t know, but I like it.” She whispered it to him much later, obviously shocked to be admitting such a thing at all, let alone to him.
“So do I and it scares the shit out of me.” It scared them both, but neither of them backed off, nor even slowed down. Nor did either of them really want to stop. In some way they realized their competition had always been a disguise for their passion. A cover, or an excuse. Now it was out in the open, and it scared them even as they welcomed it.
Deep down they both understood that the pretence had to continue, for a while at least, until they had seen this through to wherever it would naturally go. But the problem was they didn’t exactly know where it would finish. They knew where they both wanted and feared it going, but they were also frightened it wouldn’t make it there. That they would be left empty and cold, and incomplete. The competition was their way to keep them moving forward, regardless of their fear, and they seized at it, knowing it would be a difficult battle ahead. The fighting had just been the opening match. They both knew this was the main event, the final, and they had to go through to the last round. Neither wanted to lose.
Somehow it became a brand new contest as he rubbed himself harder and harder against Cyrea, and she in turn rubbed against him. They were both possessed by passion, and riddled with doubt. Was the contest to dominate each other sexually as well as physically, or simply to give in to their needs and enjoy? Was it really just a plan by the other just to win the bout? Neither of them could know the other well enough to answer their questions. All they could do was continue. But that way just led to more and more excitement and less and less control. They both started moaning softly, but caught between pride and lust, they would not even think of stopping.
Eventually David discovered something. He didn’t want to fight Cyrea any longer. He absolutely wanted to win, and he desperately wanted to keep playing their new game, but not to fight any more. Someone had to make the first move.
He needed to know how things were with Cyrea. Did she still want to fight him, or play with him? Or both? But he couldn’t ask her. Even now, knowing she was as turned on as he was he couldn’t simply ask her. It would have been like begging, an admission of weakness, and he simply baulked at the thought. Instead it had to be in the context of the competition.
“I’m glad you like it. Very glad. But we both know it’s also only the start. A good start, but there’s so much more of the game to play. The question is how far are you willing to go?” It was the new fight contract being posted and they both understood that. They’d both been waiting for it, impatiently.
The rules had changed again, and the new rules were very simple, go all the way or lose. He had laid down the challenge for her to take up. But the new challenge definition of winning had nothing to do with fighting any longer. It was purely about sex. Was either one of them prepared to take that risk, or was either prepared to back down? They weren’t sure quite who the winner would be, but they both knew the loser would be the one who backed away first, followed closely by the other. David couldn’t back away, and no more he hoped and feared, could Cyrea.
Very gently he lowered her hands to the ground, letting her body come down on him, bringing her mouth to his. And then he kissed her, a full, passionate statement of his intent which she returned, while his hands which were finally free started wandering over her body.
That was the moment he had worried about. The moment when he let go of her hands and she could suddenly attack him again. When she could show him that she truly wasn’t interested in him, beating him both physically and emotionally. He needn’t have worried. His kiss was returned with interest, and he felt her tongue touching his, shyly, though only at first. Her breath was sweet and minty, and he hoped his was as pleasant. Her hands began to play with him as he played with her. The new contract had been signed.
“Further than you.” Her words were hesitant, but her hands reaching under his shirt were certai
n. They told him she was raising the stakes again, refusing to be out done and at the same time that she too wanted so much more. Immediately he responded, reaching down and then up, finding her buttocks underneath her skirt, and enjoying their feel in his hands. They were perfect, round and firm, and so obviously designed for his hands to hold.
He was fascinated by the way her tail joined, and the way it reacted to his touch. He gave its sensitive base a tickle that caused her to rub herself against him uncontrollably. After her surprised gasp, her legs unhooked from him and he suddenly found himself able to pull his own legs together. He was finally free. Yet when he had his freedom, he made no move to stop what he was doing. He just used the new found freedom of his hips to add even more movement to their pleasure. She quickly found his buttocks in response. He rubbed the base of her tail some more, deliberately driving her wild.
“That’s not possible, you have to know that. I’m male and I want you. It’s no longer a choice for me. I want to make love to you. If it’s possible, and if you give me any chance at all, I will. But I don’t want you to do anything you would regret later. So if you have any doubts, please tell me now. Otherwise you are going to be bedded on this floor. That’s a fact not a threat.” He warned her, partly out of good manners, and partly in the hope that it would cause her to back off so he could win again. But as he saw the answer in her eyes he knew that perhaps he’d really asked just so she could tell him they were going to go all the way. She didn’t disappoint.
“You think that’s going to bother me? That I’m frightened of coupling with you? Think again! Unless of course, you’re afraid.”
For the first time he knew she was lying, denying the truth to both him and herself, as she worked herself into a frenzy. Her words had nothing to do with the fight. Even the fight had had nothing to do with the fighting, though it had taken them both until just then to realize it. It was about sex, and it always had been. She was worried though, but only that he might back out. She was testing him.
He smiled making sure she knew he wouldn’t. “I’m not afraid Cyrea, and I promise you I won’t back out. So if that’s your intention too why don’t we find out.”
Using his recovering strength he pushed her up and then sat up, holding her to him in his lap. His hands went to her waist and then started climbing, looking for her breasts underneath the plastic contraption she wore. It somehow came apart in his hands as the clips simply pulled open, and fell to the floor beside them. Her breasts were immediately in his hands, full and warm. He massaged them tenderly surprised at how human they felt. And how very good. Warm and soft, yet firm and buxom, they were nice breasts and he told her so.
He let his mouth find her rapidly hardening nipples, so very human. The mewling that came out of her would have put a jungle cat to shame, but the way she held his head to her told him she was enjoying it with everything she had. He made her mewl a lot more.
Excitement ruled and he let his hands wander downwards, finding her skirt, her undergarments and tugging them downwards as far as they could go. It was time and they both knew it. As one they rolled onto her back and her hands helped him pull down her clothing until suddenly she was stark naked in his arms. Then her hands were at his clothing, and he was being stripped even more eagerly, with tearing sounds making themselves known.
In seconds they were both naked and hands began exploring, finding out if everything felt right. It felt so very right. She played with his maleness, clearly enjoying its feel while he explored her intimately, discovering that she was indeed a woman, and she was more than ready.
“You think it’ll fit?” They both knew it would, but then they both knew he was really only trying to give her another out. Another chance to think it through. She had thought it through. Cyrea pulled him down on top of her, making sure he didn’t back out. He was right at the entrance to paradise, and he wasn’t even sure he could have held back any longer.
“We’ll know soon enough.” She smiled the grin of a cat about to get the cream and that was all the permission he needed.
“My God!” They both cried out uncontrollably in shocked pleasure and unbearable relief as they joined. They had actually done it. They were doing it. Then they started breathing again. Laughter started bubbling through them in an epidemic and tears of joy weren’t far behind. It was as though a huge weight had been lifted from them. The knowledge that they could actually physically have sex was part of it. But the fact that they actually both wanted to, that neither of them despite all of their worst fears was going to back away, that was the real magic.
“Oh my God!” They both smiled and laughed, for a few moments secure in the knowledge that they had finally gone beyond the point of no return. But only until the urges of their flesh brought them back to reality. They might have broken through a huge barrier, but it was still only the beginning. They kissed, knowing that any doubts were in the past. It was time to let nature take its course.
He started thrusting deep and powerfully into her, while she kept telling him with her smile, her moans, with her whole body that she enjoyed his every effort. Her hands were holding the small of his back, holding him tight, while her feet were at his buttocks, urging him on. Her tail had somehow wrapped itself around one of his thighs, binding him to her.
“You OK?”, he just managed to ask, hoarse with passion. For an answer she just smiled and kissed him. A hungry kiss that told him she was more than just all right.
The tempo started to speed up as they began to move towards her climax, and their hearts began beating faster. Breathing started becoming more strained, and their kisses became more and more rushed as they lost themselves in the ever-growing excitement. Very soon there was nothing else in the world other than their loving.
Cyrea began crying out softly in her native language, and he took her calls as cries of encouragement. Certainly she didn’t disagree. His own groans were somehow a perfect match for her words.
David suddenly felt himself on the edge, and called out to her, telling her of his impending explosion, and begging her to hurry. He couldn’t hold it back. He didn’t need to bother. Cyrea screamed and clutched to him just as he felt himself coming, and with his own barely stifled gasp he gave in to his needs.
For a long while after neither of them knew anything other than pleasure.
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Afterwards, long afterwards, they rolled onto their sides and just lay touching each other along the full length of their bodies. A glorious shock was holding them both prisoner. They could barely understand what had happened, but they couldn’t care less in their joy. They giggled like small children, and kissed continually. The fight had gone out of them both, and instead they explored each other and enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction that they shared. And it was more than just the physical satisfaction that held them captive. It was also emotional.
They had been on a difficult and painful journey when they had finally arrived almost as if by accident. But now that they had arrived, it wasn’t possible to turn back any longer. No matter what they did for the rest of their lives, they would always know that they had made love, freely and happily, and that it had been wonderful beyond any possible denial.
And that they wanted to do it again.
After it was over they finally understood that their anger had never been about anything other than sex. The fighting, the competition and the distrust had all been a mask for their desire, and their secret fear that the other wouldn’t return it. Not a very good disguise. He suspected they could both do with some serious therapy, - or a lot more sex.
David explored her closely, no longer thinking of Cyrea as alien. She wasn’t an alien, she was a woman. He noticed her hair, but it had become just that, her hair. It wasn’t a pelt or fur, just a part of her that he enjoyed. He kept burying his face in it, loving her feel. Her tail was fair game as well, and he found himself fascinated by the way it moved in his hands. Then there was her musk, not an animal musk but a woman’s mus
k that he breathed deeply and enjoyed.
Cyrea too was exploring him, discovering his body and learning to appreciate it. Her hands wandered over him from head to toe, studying his every contour, learning him, enjoying him. But then she spent too long on his leg, his hip, and he knew she was studying the wound, looking at the scar tissue and disliking it. Her people had the medicine to fix him she had told him on the first day she had come to live with him. Now he knew, she would be more strongly motivated than before to get him to go there, and he still had exactly the same problems. Intentional or not, it was still a bribe and he couldn’t accept it. Fortunately she said nothing to break their spell, and he said nothing either. It could wait.
