It was Hersa Jurh, the First Night. The entire adult population of Huen was piled into the various Joining Houses across the city to mingle and find a mate for the season. It was an obnoxious affair, with the males dressed in the brightest silks and tallest collars, strutting about, trying to look as big as possible. Along with eye-catching color, size was an important feature in choosing a mate. The bigger the being, the more suitors would try to win their hand and their bed. This was true for both the males and the females and was why Myaxa was seated by herself by the bar, nursing a mug of uhen honey.
At less than five feet tall, she was one of the smallest Way’run in the city. She was slender through the chest and the hips and she couldn’t put on weight, no matter how hard she tried. It was genetic. Her mother had been small, her father had been small. Add that to the fact that she did not possess the funds to purchase adequate clothing, with bright colors and billowing sleeves, and she didn’t have a chance at finding a mate.
It had been three seasons since she had had a mate and she didn’t think she would find one tonight. There being more females in the city than males, only the most attractive females got mates. Myaxa’s blue-gray hands clutched the mug tightly, trying not to let her despair show on her heart-shaped face. If custom allowed her, she would be out among the crowd, searching for a mate, but females were to stay and be courted. This didn’t stop some females from being more forward, but Myaxa would have just been rejected anyway.
Soft words of persuasion and seduction sounded in the space around her. What I would give for that to be for me, she thought. She took a swallow of her honey, feeling the slow burn as it made its way down her throat. She watched a tall, fat female surrounded by equally tall, big males. They whispered in her ears and she giggled. Her eyes widened at something one of the males said and the female grabbed him between the legs and led him out the door. The rest of the males looked dejected for a moment, then spread out though the common room, looking for another available female. One of them glanced at Myaxa and she looked at him hopefully, but he looked away and spotted another, larger, female.
The door to the Joining House opened and a being walked in. No one paid much mind, as the door was opened and closed frequently as beings moved from Joining House to Joining House. When the being walked into the crowd and stood over the heads of most of them, they started to pay attention. When he pushed several males aside with the sweep of his arm, they stared. In the midst of the common room, standing among hundreds of Way’runs in heat, was a human male.
Myaxa stared. She couldn’t help herself, and neither could the rest of the females. This human stood over six feet tall and was wider than most of the males in the room. But it wasn’t fat, like the Way’run males. No, his mass was pure muscle. The shirt he was wearing was scarcely enough to contain the bulging arms and chest of the human. His face was straight and angular, very different from the round Way’run faces. Set in those chiseled features were blue eyes, so brilliant it was like looking at two stars. On his head was fiery red hair, glowing in the soft light of the Joining House. He was the most attractive being Myaxa had ever seen.
The other females shared the sentiment. Several of them collapsed and were helped up by fat males, hoping their kindness would show favorably on them. The human walked through the room, parting the sea of beings as easily as if he had been swimming. His eyes flicked from place to place, searching. The females, the ones who stood a chance, thought Myaxa, bitterly, were clustering around the human, hoping he would notice them. He glanced at them and brushed them aside, eyes still roaming the room. They found her eyes and he smiled. It was the most bewitching thing she had ever seen.
Myaxa felt her heart stop. Me, she thought, he’s looking at me? The human pushed through the crowd, oblivious to the enraptured females and the jealous males. As he approached, Myaxa watched him. His body moved in a fluid grace, each of his steps a work of art. She could see the muscles bunch and coil with every movement. He was breathtaking. He was perfect, he was- He was standing in front of her.
“Hello,” he said. She nearly fainted with pleasure at that voice. Deep and rich, it was the perfect complement to his giant body. His eyes flashed. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?”
She fought to regain control of her thoughts. Those flashing eyes had held the promise of intertwined limbs and twisted bed sheets. What was she doing alone? She struggled to answer. “Um, I, um.” Pull yourself together, girl. “No one would talk to me.” Why did I say that? He didn’t need any reminders that I’m unattractive.
The human’s brow narrowed. “Why would no one talk to you? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She flushed. She wasn’t even close to attractive. Why was he looking at her when there were much brighter and bigger women who would do anything to climb into bed with him? Suddenly, she grew worried. What if this was a trick? The human tilted his head slightly to the left and she realized with horror that she had said that out loud.
“This is no trick. You Way’run have it all backwards. Don’t get me wrong, a woman with meat on her bones is fun, but the small and the slender are the ones for me.” He ran his eyes appreciatively up and down her body. She flushed at the attention. His eyes blazed with a hunger she had never seen in anyone’s eyes before. She should do something. But she couldn’t think of what to do.
Sensing her indecision, the human leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. She squeaked in shock. What was that? The human pulled away and she pressed his fingers to her lips. He looked at her with confusion in his eyes.
“Haven’t you ever been kissed before?” he asked.
“What’s kissing?” she responded. Perhaps it was part of the human mating ritual. Oh gods, Myaxa thought, did I do something wrong? Did I screw it up? He would leave her and go after another female, leaving the stupid, foolish –
His lips pressed against hers again and she lost all train of thought. His warm lips engulfed hers, his hot breath settling on her mouth. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The human pressed his mouth softly, but firmly, against hers. His tongue played across her lips and she parted them, half in shock, and half in invitation. His tongue slipped between her lips, caressing her tongue, bringing a taste that was distinctly human, distinctly male. She slipped out of the chair she was sitting in and he gathered her in his arms, pressing her tightly against him.
The sense of power and masculinity was overwhelming. She lost herself in it, floating in the ocean of this human’s lust and hunger. Her body tingled, from her lips to her toes. She could feel them curling with pleasure. She didn’t want it to stop. But her lungs said otherwise. She pulled away with great reluctance and gulped down huge breaths of air.
The human seemed unaffected and stood with a half smirk on his face that Myaxa found very appealing. She caught most of her breath and straightened, brushing her dress smooth. She was dimly aware of the rest of the common room staring in shock. She ignored them. She only had attention for the human in front of her.
“What,” she gasped, “was that?”
“A promise of things to come,” he replied. He raised his eyebrow and Myaxa was lost. She grabbed his hand and led him out of the Joining House and into the street. They were mostly empty, with a few couples in the same situation as Myaxa and the human. She led him by the hand down the street, angling for her house. While she pulled him, she let her thoughts wander. If he could do that with just his mouth, what could he do with the rest? she wondered.
She felt the human’s hand in hers, well, around hers. It was much larger than hers, and very warm. She hadn’t realized that humans were such sexual beings. She had never seen another human do anything like what this human had done to her, but he did it like he had practice. The strength she could feel in his hands was intoxicating. None of the Way’run males had been this strong. This human could break her hand with a sharp squeeze, but he didn’t. He was gentle and that was enough for Myaxa to be enthralled.
Her front door appeared and she hurriedly opened it and led the human inside. She shut the door and turned to walk further into the house. She ran into the arms of the human, who bent and kissed her again. Myaxa gave herself fully into that kiss, losing herself in the passion of the human. His hot mouth pressed against hers, her tongue played with his. She moved her hands across the human’s chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his shirt.
He ran his hands up and down her back and neck, caressing her. His touch was enough to send thrills of pleasure shooting up her spine. She tugged at the hem of his shirt but she couldn’t get it off as their bodies were in the way. The human broke away from the kiss and stepped back. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off of his torso in one smooth motion. She stared with admiration at his bare chest.
Each muscle was sharply defined, not an ounce of fat to be seen. His stomach looked like it could be used as a washboard and his chest was big, the skin pulled tight over his great bulk. He folded his arms across his chest, his upper arms looking wider than her waist.
“Your turn,” he said in a husky voice that sounded like he very much looked forward to seeing it. Myaxa gripped the neck of her dress and pulled it down her body, letting it slide to the floor. She stepped out of it, naked as the day she was born. Her thin tail swished nervously between her legs. What would he think? Does he like what he saw?
The human’s eyes flamed with lust and Myaxa knew he did. She stepped into his waiting arms and they fell into another fierce kiss. This time it was the human’s hands that played across her chest and her hands caressed his back. His touch was unlike anything she had experienced before. His fingers left burning trails where they passed and her skin felt like it would burst with pleasure. The firm muscles in his back jumped against her hands as they kissed.
The human wrapped his arms around her and lifted her with no apparent effort. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the open bedroom. He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her passionately on the mouth, then her neck, then her chest. His mouth left a line of hot kisses down her body. She moaned with pleasure at every one. He kissed her belly and continued down. She bucked when he kissed between her legs, unable to contain her desire. He slid his wet tongue across her sensitive body and she could not stop herself.
Her body shook with the pleasure and she went limp, unable to move from the sheer ecstasy that he brought her. She had never felt anything like it. With her other mates they had done the act and then they were done. The touch of the skin and the feeling of penetration gave her a pleasant sensation, but nothing like what this human had given her. The things he could do with his tongue were -. Her body twisted in another rush of ecstasy and her thoughts were swept away.
The human pulled back and placed his hands on his belt. She looked on with interest. Was it as big as the rest of him? He dropped his pants and Myaxa stared in shock. It was bigger than the rest of him. His member hung between his legs, thicker than three of her fingers. He saw her looking and stepped back to give her a better look. She motioned with a finger and he grinned, crawling onto the bed. He crawled on top of her and kissed her on the mouth.
She pressed into the kiss, her hand running along the human’s stomach down to his member. Her fingers wrapped around it and he moaned against her mouth. It was hot, even hotter than the rest of him, and it throbbed in her hand. She pulled it gently and guided him to her. He prodded gently against her, watching her face for any sign of pain.
Myaxa did not care. She had been far too long without a mate and she intended to have one tonight. She pulled at his hips and he got the message, pushing against her. She was already prepared, thanks to the human’s earlier activities with his mouth. He slid inside her and she gasped. It was the best thing she had felt in her life and she had felt a great deal of things in the last half hour.
He slowly moved against her, his hips thrusting softly. She felt an indescribable sensation inside of her, brought by the human. Never with any of her other mates had she felt this way. She was complete. The human thrust against her, softly at first, then with growing intensity. She moved with him, wrapping her arms and legs around his torso, giving herself fully to him.
With the strength this human possessed, he could have torn her in half. But he was gentle and careful in his lovemaking. Myaxa realized that was what this was. Before, with her other mates, it had been sex, the act of making offspring. What this human did was different. He made love to her, giving himself to her and she gave herself to him. The human’s thrusts grew more urgent and Myaxa felt her body tingling again. It grew stronger the quicker the human thrust and she soon felt the release that only he could bring her. A moan escaped her lips as ecstasy flowed through her body. The human moaned as well and his body tensed and relaxed, ecstasy pouring through him as well.
Her stomach felt hot and she felt the human leave her. She felt empty after he was gone, but she soon forgot it when he lay beside her and gathered her in his arms. She curled against him, enveloped by his warmth. She felt safe in his arms, and loved. Wrapped in his arms, she fell into a deep sleep.
When she awoke, he was gone. Myaxa sat up, scared that he had left, never to return. But she heard footsteps down the hall and he walked into the room, carrying a large tray with a plate and a large cup of an orange liquid. A rich smell reached her nostrils.
“Pancakes?” asked the human.