A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 30

"I might have one or two," he said, "and the first is that you let me do this," he smiled as he bent a little and took his boots and pants off, "You're standing here and saying things that are important, and I'm standing here with my pants around my ankles. It sort of takes something away from the seriousness like this."

She chuckled and nodded her agreement, waiting to hear his rules or conditions, but when he was done, he stood up and shrugged, "I don't really have any, Cha'Khah. I'm wondering if I'll ever stop being amazed again." As he laid his pants on the chair, he looked up thoughtfully, "I do have one rule.

Stay away from bankers."

Cha'Khah slid her arms around his neck and looked up into his gray eyes, "I do not know what these creatures are, Barrett, but if one has harmed you in some way, only show him to me and I will know what to avoid and if I can, I will kill the one for you.

Oh!" her eyes flew open, "I have forgotten everything. Shaevre and I brought food and drink as an offering of friendship, but it all went wrong. The pack lies forgotten outside the door, if she did not take it back."

He watched her look from one side of him to the other, looking around him a little at one point without letting him go. "The lantern burns oil," she said, "I set the wick low, but it burns still. This costs you, I think."

Before he could reply, she looked at the wall, seeing a stone hearth there. "Why do you use the black thing to burn wood for warmth? Does the hearth not work?"

"It works," he said, "but it's not as good at heating the place as the stove, and it's a lot harder to cook on. I just have to open the damper and light the wood in it, why?"

"If you have the wood to spare," she said, "then I ask that the hearth be lit.

When I was a young one, I would read books that I bought from merchants with my coppers and after hiding them away and reading them, I would sit before the hearth to dream. I spent hours over many evenings there looking into the flames and dreaming of being in love -- something which no Drow wastes much time over. I had to tell my elders that I was reciting my lessons in my mind, or I would be punished for what I did. I have never done it, but if it is alright, I would love with you before the hearth to give us our beginning."

Barrett nodded with a smile and Cha'Khah went to the door, "Everything is likely frozen hard by now, but I will brave the cold that I hate to see what may be done."

She watched as he placed a bit of kindling in and around the logs in the fireplace. He always kept some there, knowing that they'd dry out over time, and in case he ever needed the extra heat on very cold nights, he'd have it.

He stopped after a moment, hearing her laughing voice. He knew what she was saying now. "What are you praising the goddess for this time?" he asked.

"My great good fortune, "Cha'Khah giggled, "you surely have the finest male bottom that I have ever seen."

He smirked back at her and a moment later, he admired the way that she braved the cold stillness outside as she bent down next to the door to retrieve the pack of provisions. She was lightning quick about it and the door was closed in a hurry as she came back inside to place it on the table a little carefully. She removed a wrapped pot and a large jug, also wrapped. She swirled the jug and listened. Setting it on the table, she placed the pot on the stove and ran to his arms shivering.

"That sentence that you say when you praise her," he smiled, "I think I need you to teach it to me."

"I would do it gladly," she said next to his ear loving the warmth of him against her breasts. She smirked after a moment, "You wish to thank her for the gift of me? I know why, Barrett. You must have seen me as I bent down."

"Mm-hmm," he sighed into her ear, "That's the main reason, I guess. You are an amazing beauty, but I also wanted to thank her for not letting my knees give out on me right then. What's in the pot?"

"The pot holds a meal for you from us. It has meat, but not from your cattle. The jug holds beer. Both of them are from Shaevre and her male, Arrax. The beer comes from their world. It is a little bitter, and we still have a little less than a half barrel and we drink it sparingly, for we all know that we will likely never get any more. It has all gone cold, but I hope to warm it and think to share it. The beer begins to freeze. The meal is a stew, but the meat is also from the Xer. It was prepared as fighter's food, I am told. We all like it, but we have had so much of it that we are glad to be nearing the end of it now. I hope that you like it."

He felt her take one of her arms from him and she leaned a little around him for a moment. He asked as he looked, but she made no answer for a moment. "There is a lot of stone in the hearth," she said, "You will not need the lantern soon."

He turned and saw the faint glow from the rocks built into the hearth and looked at her, "How did you -- "

She was reaching away from him again, this time toward the table. The oil lamp winked out and when she brought her hand back, she opened it and he saw the tiny flame there. With a motion from her, it disappeared and the kindling in the old fireplace caught fire. "There are very few Drow females who can do much of any sort of magic, though we all have some small ability. I do not know why, but I have much more."

"Your good luck, I think, "she smirked, as stretched up to kiss him.

They stood like that for some minutes until, having gotten over her chill, Cha'Khah began to sink to her knees, kissing her way down, and nibbling on him as she went. When she squatted at his feet, reaching for his wonders to her, he looked down at her and saw her smiling face looking up as she began to kiss the hardening shaft.

"Please don't say it," he said.

Cha'Khah leaned in to nuzzle her face against him, licking his scrotum a little. "I need say nothing," she sighed as she leaned back to stroke him, planting little licks over the tip as she admired what he had, "She hears my thoughts, Barrett. I only hope that she does not tire of my joyous singing to her in my mind. You have much to give to me," she nodded as she lifted his stones a little, "I have never wanted to do this more."

She opened her mouth and began, first looking up at him for a while. Barrett didn't know it, but she really wasn't looking to see if what she did pleased him -- she was fairly confident in her ability to do that. She'd have answered him truthfully if he'd asked her, but since he didn't, she'd never say it for feeling a little foolish. She was admiring him, that was all.

She looked up, her eyes moving here and there on that fine powerful body. She was taking in details and memorizing the topography, noticing the veins and arteries, the muscles and tendons, and, ... she almost smirked. And yes, she told herself, she was admiring the fur on his body that she'd never ever liked to see on a male before in her life.

But the thing between her lips began to get to her as well and she closed her eyes to just enjoy this. She'd done this so many times. The best had been for Vadren because he was worth doing this for -- but that was the key right there. She'd still done this for him.

Well she was doing this for Barret at the moment, it was true, but this time, she liked it so much more, and it was something which mystified her a little. It tasted only a little different, and skin color aside, it was very similar to her cousin's. She'd have to set the thought aside and consider it later, but she was suddenly certain that -- until her lips and jaw told her to stop, and that was a long way away, she could see herself spending an afternoon just loving this thing -- especially if she was careful about it so that he could talk to her a little. She'd ask him if it was possible later. She'd just suddenly wanted to do that.

She opened her eyes and watched as her hand slid up over his hard, flat belly. She rose up on her knees a little and reached even higher, using one hand to trace over the ridges of his abdomen and the other to slide up his ribcage around the front of him to cup and hold one pectoral muscle. She sighed to herself, not wanting to finish him too soon, now that she'd discovered this way to worship her male god.

She kept him there, captive in her mouth as she touched him everywhere that she could. Her hand went under his arm to go around and down along the side of his back and she felt such quiet joy to hold and squeeze his cheek, making a silent promise to herself to visit these same shrines on him to worship with her mouth. He reached for her head then and caressed her face, smiling down to her and hoping that he didn't look as idiotic as he felt to do it. Cha'Khah didn't know his thoughts and she would have disagreed if she did.

He looked wonderful to her.

With his being this close to her for this long, it wasn't that much longer before she was swallowing as fast as she could, happily surprised at what there was for her from him. It was in this that she did notice a difference. Barrett's semen tasted different to her. She couldn't set it down to anything that she'd ever tasted before -- she just liked it.

He apologized as he watched her try to find what had gotten away from her, but she chuckled at him, "Nothing wrong here, Barrett, with the way that you have been kept here by me, we are both lucky that you did not explode -- as you said. You will get many chances to feed me like this I am sure, now that I have found the best one." She stood up and he showed her how he felt as he kissed her so that she sighed against him.

"What do you mean the best one?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"I cannot really say it," she said, "I just know. Everything is right to me. Of course, I have done that before, and sometimes I liked it more than others. It is not only what a male has for a girl - some girls do not ever want that. To me, I just, ... I enjoyed it so much."

When she pulled away, she asked him if there were any coverlets or blankets which they might use before the fire. As he turned to get them, her fingers trailed around the side of him and she was delighted to find that Barrett Ransom was ticklish. She went to see about the meal.

When he returned and spread everything out before the hearth, he looked at her and she wore a curious and impish little smile that she seemed to be having trouble suppressing as he sat down to wait for her.

His eyes grew huge a second later when Cha'Khah launched herself through the air at him with a bit of a quiet, yet warlike cry. He braced himself, not knowing what was happening, but nothing did.

She vanished before him and there were only his frantic gasps as he turned to look around.

He was alone.

He looked at the door for a second, but it was still closed and he'd know it by the cold blast if it was opened. His eyes went to her things scattered about as they were. Her weapons were still there on the table. She wouldn't just leave them, would sh-

She landed on him from out of the air with another cry and they rolled over in a heap with her ticking him mercilessly and nipping at whatever parts of him she found before her mouth. He struggled, and she was wiry and stronger than she looked, but he heard her happy laughter and found himself laughing at the hopeless way that he fought her and the way that she could tickle him like this.

Whenever she found something remotely firm on him between her legs -- which was pretty much everywhere on Barrett to her delight, she rubbed herself against him as they fought. Cha'Khah was having the first real fun that she could remember having as an adult.

Well, fun that wouldn't end in someone's death, she supposed.

She was everywhere on him at once it seemed, and any thoughts of retaining his composure vanished. It ended with her victory as she lay on him with a lot of his scrotum in her mouth so that he'd know that she was claiming him in her victory and that if he had a brain, then he'd better give up now.

He listened as her laughter came out through her nose. He looked around, and about all that he had in front of him were the finest pair of ebony-colored cheeks that he could imagine, so he shrugged to himself and he opened his mouth to gnaw on them.

She left them there, he thought. His mother always told him when he was a boy not to leave toys lying around.

The first thing that he did was show her the hazard that she'd left herself open for when she'd overlooked the serious danger and threat that his beard represented. He did his best to tickle her mercilessly right between her haunches.

Cha'Khah shrieked and laughed, trying to get off him, but he held on and kept at it. When he'd decided that it was enough, it took him only two seconds to have her lying limp on him after he found his way between the two perfect and silken cheeks and began to lick. One of her legs fell away off of him. She couldn't help but allow him this.

"It is not fair," she protested as she raised her lovely head to look back -- even as she moved her hips involuntarily.

"I was winning," she said, "I had you, and I would never, ... have, ... I would never have let , ... you, ... Ohhh, ... Oh Barrett, don't stop, ... Ohh..."

Cha'Khah lowered her head and gave up. There was no point to going on. Her vocabulary had evaporated and the only word that she was left with was 'oh'.

"It still was not fair," she pouted a little later.

Barrett slapped her flank gently, "You shouldn't leave your toys lying around," he said.

"Toys," she said, "Other than touching them myself, they have been weapons mostly. I walk past the one that I want, showing what I have and I give it a little shake just before I turn the corner. He follows and he dies by my knife and I am done for the night. But I am glad that they are toys to you, because that makes what I play with toys for me, Barrett. But I will not leave them lying around. This one here, I will always seek to put away and hide somewhere," she laughed.

Cha'Khah was a curious blend of personality traits to Barrett. They had moments when their lovemaking had gone like combat, and nothing was held back. She encouraged this from him, saying that when they were like this, then it was a time when everything was needed by them, and so, everything ought to be given hard as well, "Take me hard then Barrett, for I will take from you just as hard and more. Show me that you are my match then, Rivvil to Drow," she nodded, "We are the same in this, and if hard loving is the game at the time, then know that I am happy to have found one so close to me. This has never happened for me before."

Barrett nodded, noticing the coppery taste of a bit of blood from somebody's lip on his tongue, thought he couldn't say whose right then for how they'd been kissing.

Other times, she was the benevolent goddess to him, and it was all about love to her then, so much needed quietly, so filled with moments which took his breath, and those were the times when she'd found to their combined joy, that he took her where she'd often gasp and beg for him to take the wetness that no other lover had ever brought forth from her before.

And then there were the times when he felt as though she'd gotten small, somehow. He had no idea about the places that she'd been and the fights that she'd fought, he only knew by the tone of her incredible body and the way that she could move that he'd really never want to see it if Cha'Khah was doing what her occupation had been. But at times when she'd felt a little small to him, she showed him a side of her that spoke of her vulnerability inside. It was something which made him want to keep her safe -- as absurd as the notion was to him. She just showed that she needed him then, for her heart.

He couldn't imagine what he'd done to be shown such privilege and he knew one thing with clear certainty -- it was something which she'd likely never shown to anyone.

They stopped for a while to eat, and Cha'Khah sat herself very carefully on his thighs and her knees as she fed them both from the pot which he balanced on a board across his thighs as well. They actually didn't speak much at all, but when he asked about it later, she shrugged.

"Where I am from, what we have just done would never happen -- never. A female sitting down to eat and feeding a male?"

She laughed, "Out of the same pot? With the same spoon? Females there do not do anything like this. I wanted to see if I had any of the way that I was raised still in me. I have enough to know how to act and live -- and that is enough. I am free, Barrett. Free of the nonsense. Tell me, if I had asked, would you have done what I have just done? Would you have fed me and shared the spoon?"

"Sure," he nodded, "But I'd have spilled it all over."

"My point is," she smiled, "that I am as free as you. They would think me mad, and I continue to know that they are idiots. Most important, we are happy and are not hungry."

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He thought that he'd done something wrong. Cha'Khah couldn't believe it herself.

The stones built into the fireplace glowed, and everything was lit in a warm glow as she lay on her back under him. She felt warm and safe and happy with him and after they'd played and fucked in any position that either one could think of, resting in whatever embrace they could manage each time, he'd finally just moved onto her and began to go very slowly as they looked into each other's eyes.

They hadn't said a word between them in half an hour, and Cha'Khah had begun to cry.

"It is nothing," she said, smiling up at him, "Cha'Khah is happy," she said, "Now she finds that she has what she has always yearned for. It is a little much, that is all. There is nothing wrong.

I lie under my male and I can feel his heart," she sniffled, "you are really here and I have my girl's dream, the one which never left me."

"I keep wanting to tell you that I love you," he said, "but, ..."

"You think it is too early and it is something that means much only in the moment to most," she nodded, "I understand this, Barrett. But we try to begin something for ourselves, and we both know that it is early for it.

But the quiet truth of it is that it is not too early to begin to say it. I wish to say it too. We are not here fucking hard as we did before, to say it then would be not the right thing, I think, for where we are in this. We have been loving this time only because -- and that is surely the best time to say it and mean the words if they wish to come out."

He lifted himself up a little and he ran his work-hardened hands over her dark silkiness, beginning at her hip there under him and moving up along her side. By now, he knew how to do this just the right way for her, so that it wouldn't tickle, and yet he grazed her with his callouses until he reached for her breast and cupped it gently with a look of awe on his face that made Cha'Khah sigh and feel that she was the highest beauty to be able to see a look like that on a male like him.

He squeezed so that she gasped and cooed. Cha'Khah raised her arms over her head on the blankets and sighed, looking at him, "Touch me anywhere, my Barrett. All of me is yours. You do not take with your hands -- you give to me with them. No Drow has ever done such a thing."

She stared at him for a moment then, reaching to seize his hand and hold it in front of her face as she kissed it. "Barrett, I feel it in you, you are thankful."

She kissed his hand softly again, "Thank you, but you are not the only one.

You are the one, and I love you," she said quietly and calmly as she raised her legs and wrapped them around him, holding him as closely to her as she could while still allowing him to stroke for them as she rocked her hips, "And if it is too soon for that, then know that you are still the one in my heart until there is no argument which I can make to myself against it. I have never felt like this before, and I lie before a warm hearth under the one that I have chosen. It is perfect to me."