A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 50

To him, she was a female who was worthy of this kind of his attention. Those weren't his words to her; they were Narreth's words earlier. "It is not as cold as it sounds," she'd told her through Sully's translation, "It means that he has at least some love for you if he does this. If you like," she smiled, "think of it as his way to worship one who has his heart."

Whenever she knew that he was going to drive her harder and as it became more urgent for her, she reached out and took his horns in her hands and rode the wave. His large hands roamed her body and she loved the way that he made her feel, but gradually, his attentions changed and she felt his hands spending more and more time with her thighs and her hips, and the things that he was doing to her with that long and hot demon tongue had long since caused her to melt.

She suddenly knew that here was a danger in this. If he kept this up and gave her the slightest indication that it was his want and intention to do this to her often, Randi would beg him for it, allowing him anything at any time. She thought about that and to her mild surprise, she knew that she wanted it from him.

"Billy?" she asked weakly, so relaxed that she doubted that she could stand up if her life depended on it, "I love you but, ... well ..."

He'd been grunting a little as he'd been doing this, but he heard her and he stopped to look at her, raising his head a little. The motion allowed her to see those teeth and then she ached to feel them against the softest flesh on her body again. She didn't know how he managed it, but he'd never bitten her even once.

"Billy, I love you to death," she whispered, "but you've been loving me like this for a long time now. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before. I just ... I don't know what it means, I guess."

"It means that I like what you offer me," he said, "It means that I like to do this as I enjoy you."

They looked at each other for a moment in silence as he reached to hold her hips a little and she laid her hands on top of his to caress the backs of them softly. "I feel like I'm someone that you care about when you do this."

He looked a little surprised at the slight uncertainty that he heard in her voice, "I must care for you," he said, "I have to. You are the one that I love."

He went back to it and she watched him for a time, listening to the way that he actually grunted and slurped as though she was a meal to him in some way. But after a little while, his urgency came into it again, though this time, Randi said nothing, wanting to see where this led.

Well it led to something a little other than what he'd been doing when his hips and his back told him that it was the time to move this along. Randi felt herself being pulled along a little as he clamped his hands on her hips and began to lift her. Randi hated being manhandled the way that she had been so often and her alarms bells were clanging loudly as more and more of her body was in the air and less of it was on the blankets until all that remained of her there were her shoulders and her head.

He held the rest of her up.

She wanted to ask or demand that he put her down, but she couldn't. She was a little afraid, but she knew that she trusted him.

"What -- Billy, what are you doing to me?" she asked in a slightly timid voice and it was that voice which got him. He liked it best when Randi was happy and feeling confident and safe. Like this, he felt that she was becoming afraid.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked and she shook her head, "This is sure not a position that I ever had in mind, but I'm not really uncomfortable unless you plan to hang me upside down or something like that."

He shook his head, "No. But you told me that you want to be mine."

Randi tried to smile, "Well I do, Billy. I can't think of a thing that I'd rather be that the one who sleeps with you every night forever. You give me a chance, and I'd be happy to be yours ... though if I have a choice, I'm pretty sure that I'd much rather be your wife than just a girlfriend."

She was a little sad now, since the moment had obviously passed, so she was about to ask him to put her down, unsure now if she was what he wanted, after all.

"But, ... "he began as he kissed her there again for a moment, "that would mean that I would belong to you. It's an equal partnership."

"Yeah," she smiled softly, feeling better instantly as she moved her hips, "Uh, could you kiss me there a little more -- if you're not going to put me down?"

He kissed her and licked her a little more and she felt a lot better then, knowing that he'd been considering what she'd said and she could allow him that.

He raised his head again, "Then you'd be mine, right? It's the same for humans, isn't it?"

Randi nodded hopefully, "Yup. I'd be yours too. Though I think I'd get the better deal out of it. There's so much more of y --"

"Then I want what is mine," he growled and rather than argue the point, Randi sighed and whimpered at the way that his tongue began again.

He grunted and growled as she watched him a little helplessly. There wasn't a thing that she could do now, since she was at least a little sure from the reflective eyes which regarded her that he was no longer listening. She tried to reach for his horns, but it wasn't possible like this. If she did that, it would put all of the weight that he wasn't holding up onto her neck and head.

She closed her eyes and just went with the things that he was doing to her. The one time that she did open her eyes to look, she actually saw a droplet of something fly into the air. She closed her eyes again. But then that demon tongue went lower and she was looking up at the rafters in surprise as her ribcage heaved in a chestful of air.

But he took the wind out of her sails, and all that came out of her was a long "Ohhhhh."

Somewhere in his frantic activity he was back to loving her clit and this time, she bucked hard and howled out that she loved him. Her next breath was spent in trying to tell him how much she loved him and that all that she wanted was to belong to him if he'd only love her often and ...

The breath after that was a little more desperate and she began to plead that dear God or whoever his deity was, she only wanted to make him happy and in the course of the next few breaths, she almost promised him the farm if he'd only be her male and --

She felt herself being eased down very gently and caressed so softly everywhere as he kissed his way back up. When he got to her shoulders, he reached back and raised her hips a little so that he could slide into her. He wasn't slow about it but then he didn't jam it in either and Randi groaned as that long thick thing took her.

"Raise your legs a little around my waist," he said very softly, and when she did, he began so very slowly. Randi shuddered and moaned, but there was something at the back of her mind, and it was getting in the way of things.

"Billy?" she whispered, "Those things that I said -- "

"Did you mean them?" he asked.

After a moment, she nodded, "Yes. I meant every word. I want to be yours." She looked away then, but she still spoke, not wanting to see what she was afraid of in his eyes. "I'd do anything."

Then his face was there, nuzzling against hers and kissing her nose. "Why do you do this?" he asked very quietly, "You are afraid that you have lost something before you fully have it."

He turned her head gently, "Randi, I know at least some of what happened to you in your life. Other than how it made you hurt, none of it matters to me in how I see you. You keep hinting that you hope that you're good enough for me. It confuses me. You're worried over nothing. Why do you think that I'm here with you? You know enough about me to know that I have my own problems.

I should be worried about being good enough for you. I'm the one who doesn't belong here."

"You belong here," Randi said seriously, "You belong right here with me. Anywhere that we are, I want to be that place for you. You're my place, Billy, you're the safest place there is for me."

"So we're each where we belong then?" he asked as he continued to move very slowly.

"Yes," she said.

"And you love me, yes?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "I even know the words. Narreth taught me."

He smiled, "Then make me happy, Randi, and say them."

Randi looked up at Billy and swallowed hard, knowing what he was asking of her.

"Don't you want to marry your friend?" he asked, "I'm beginning to feel foolish."

"Will you marry me?" she asked.

I'd marry you any day or night," he said, "but as much as you seem to want to be anything for me, you're already everything -- just as you are. We're different, Randi, and I'll marry you in the way of your people if you say the words to marry me in mine."

She looked at him and then she smiled so softly, knowing just the way that she wanted to say them.

She reached for his hair and watched for a moment as her fingers slid through it before she looked at him and put the same gentle shyness in her voice as she'd used when she'd spoken to her father, the only other male who she'd ever really believed in. It wasn't the same relationship, but her implicit belief was there, and that was what counted to her.

"Randi Lee Farber chooses Lord Ayt'han, King of the Tarkroth."

He smiled a little uncomfortably but she took his face in her hands. "You can't run and hide either, Billy. I've chosen you."

He exhaled and drew another breath, "Ayt'han, last King of the Tarkroth chooses Randi Lee Farber, the most beautiful Rohn LongTail and human."

Randi smiled, "I don't care if nobody knows all of that. I love you so much."

"I love you," he said and he began to go at this just a little faster as he managed to find a way to thrust into her at a slightly lower angle. It felt just fine to Randi, though it was a little different and he wasn't using his whole length now. The purpose became clear to her a moment later when he lowered his head and began to kiss her between her breasts over her heart.

"Ayt'han chooses," he said, humbly as he stroked in and out of her slowly, "I am nothing, but I give myself to you." His hands held her shoulders as he went and then she watched him as he slowly lowered his horned head to rest his forehead against the breast of his female.

"Ayt'han is my king," she whispered, knowing that the words would cause him to look up, and when he did, she held his upper arms, pulling herself onto him by pulling him, "If I can't be afraid that I'm not good enough for you, then you need to know how I feel, Ayt'han. You're not nothing. You want me to know that I'm good enough, then you be my king and I'll believe it. If a king says it, I have nothing to argue with. I believe in you, Ayt'han."

She watched as he raised himself so that he could give her all of him and she mewled out her love for him in between her soft cries. But her cries turned to little whimpers as she watched those wings of his rise up over them and she felt the seed rush into her from that hardness deep inside of her as her eyes saw the tremors of his love for her in the way that his wings quivered.

Randi's eyes rolled back into her head as he fed her the life that she needed to sustain her own. As the rush of the wave passed her, Randi clung to him and trembled as well.

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"How long do demons like you live for?"

The night had turned bitter cold, but they lay together under several blankets in the hayloft of her barn. Randi was anything but cold and she was happy as she hugged him wearing the fur of the LongTail Rohn girl again. They'd loved for hours in each of their two shapes, and they'd eaten the food and drank the ale. Their bed was hay, but they were warm.

Still, the question was an odd one for Billy, "Three or four hundred years, why?"

"No reason," she said, "I was just interested. Sometime in there, I'll want to have your children, that's all. Rudy told me that they won't be like me and need to take life from other things, and I was just thinking that somebody like you ought to make children."

He chuckled, "Really?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded against his chest, "It's gonna be a hell of a job," she sighed wearily, "but I think I'm up for it."

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The fire burned low in the hearth as Caroline tip-toed though the main room with a large bowl of soup to share with Jonas in her bedroom. She smiled softly as she saw Lizzie and Elliott asleep in each other's arms in the pile of furs that they kept for evenings in front of the fire.

Just like the heavy and rounded door that was set into the low hill which was their home, it was sort of a throwback and nod to what they were and where their kind had come from. Lizzie had her own rooms and Kate stayed there as well on those nights when she and Francine stayed over, all of them spending time before the hearth together at the end of a day just talking and laughing.

Like the polished stone floor and the clean painted walls -- and the round door -- this was a timeless tradition, just like sleeping with your new boyfriend for the first time in front of the fire was to them. Humans could say what they liked, she smirked, but this was the way to get and keep a male, once you know that he was the kind for you. You brought him home and you loved him quietly in front of the hearth. If he had a brain, he was yours then. Jonas seemed to have found his brain all of a sudden, that was all.

Elliot was wearing the nightshirt that her sister had found in one of his saddlebags and insisted that he wear, since he'd asked her to wear one of his T-shirts. From that, Caroline knew that he'd be staying, and it made her happy for Lizzie.

She made her way to her room and closed the door, setting the bowl on her nightstand so that she could take off her nightshirt and enjoy the soup with Jonas.

"Any sign of those restless feet of yours wanting you to be on your way?" she asked.

He shook his head, "No, Caroline. I meant what I said. I don't want to be anywhere but in this nice snug burrow with you. You can hold me to my word if you like, and I'd marry you tomorrow. You just say the word."

Caroline smiled, knowing that he did mean it, "I believe you, Jonas. I've always just accepted whatever you told me -- even if I knew that it wasn't true. I guess I was hoping that one day, you'd say something like this to me." She kissed him then and told him that she'd always wanted to be his wife, but that the ceremony could wait for the first warm days of Spring.

The soup and crusty bread didn't last long and soon, Caroline was riding Jonas again a little slowly so that there no danger to her bed, leaning forward now and then to enjoy the way that her breasts and nipples dragged over his large chest. When she'd come, he lay behind her, making love to her slowly one last time tonight before they went to sleep.

Caroline needed to look at him suddenly and she held onto him with her leg to keep them together as she rolled the top half of her body onto her back and then pushed a little to let him know that he could continue with the leg closest to him bent a little.

He looked into the soft yellow gleam in her eyes, and she told him that she loved him very much and she thanked him for coming home to her and even bringing Elliott for Lizzie.

That look to him and the feeling that it conveyed caused Jonas to want to thank Sully for opening his eyes for him. As he looked, she knew it as he came and she sighed as he groaned.

It meant everything to her the way that he held her then, since he'd never done that before. He reached to brush her hair out of her eyes and Jonas bent down a little to kiss what he now knew was the love of his life, the mighty mountain queen herself -- who looked anything but ferocious now as she lay there in his arms.

"I'm so glad that you got here when you did, Jonas. You ought to see it outside. It's snowing and drizzling out there to beat hell. Nights like this always worried me."

"Why Caroline?"

She smiled, "Because I didn't know where you were and I was afraid for you, that's why." She rolled over and hugged herself against him with her face under his and he felt her warm breath against him and in that moment, Jonas knew how much she'd always cared about him. He also knew that if there was one man in all the world who absolutely knew what was what -- it was Sully. Jonas smiled and closed his eyes.

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Randi opened her eyes and looked at the chest and throat of him. As she looked in silence by the dim light of the hurricane lantern, she tried the words a little experimentally in her mind. Her demon. He was her demon, she thought, and then she tried the next one. Her male.

She liked that one so much. She had a male now, and she was against him as close as she could possibly get as she lay beside him in his arms and under one of his very warm wings. She wondered about that.

The only sexual partner that she'd ever gotten to choose for herself had been Sam, her stepbrother. It seemed like a million years ago to her now. They'd just found that they loved each other and after the deaths of their parents, it seemed like the only thing that they could do, other than sell off the farm that nobody wanted because it was so far away from anything, pocket whatever small money they got from that and just walk away as strangers.

Samson hadn't been a very big man, though he was always sweet and kind to Randi and they'd been happy for a time. She'd loved to lie like this with him too. They might not have been 'proper' for each other, but they were two of the same kind.

Now she was lying with a large demon -- who loved her and could keep her feeling safe and warm under his wing this way. She guessed that it was because of the loss of her biological father that she was like this. She had a few dim memories of being hurt or frightened out of a bad dream as a little girl and at those times, it had been her father who had held her like this, though she was only a small child then. She'd stop crying right away, feeling safe against him. Her mother had always liked to see it when it happened, because they looked so happy then, a man holding his little daughter in his arms and them both asleep.

Randi supposed that was likely why she'd never gotten over his death, not being able to rationalize that even for someone like her strong father, there had been something that could take him away from her.

Her trauma had never really left her, she realized. Samson had left her alone when he'd hung himself. She'd tried to go on, since she didn't know what else to do, and she'd only found abuse and exploitation at the hands of a few pricks who'd raped her after they'd taken her money.

She looked a little higher on Billy and she saw the face of somebody who loved her for herself and who she was to him. Then she had the thought that swelled her heart so much that it brought tears to her and she sighed softly.

Her male, she thought again, her husband.

She felt a little self-conscious as she looked just a little higher and saw that he'd been looking at her the whole time.

"Why do you cry?" he asked, looking surprised now and concerned.

"It's nothing," Randi said as she smiled and stretched up to kiss him, "Just girly thoughts, I guess."

"I don't think that I like any thoughts which cause you tears," he said quietly as he pulled her a little tighter to him, "There's nothing wrong?"

She shook her head with a soft smile, "Not a thing," she said as she reached to touch and stroke the tuft of hair at the tip of his chin, "Will this grow any longer?"

"I don't think so," he said, "all Ch'arnn have it, and I'm glad that you didn't pattern yourself as one. I've never liked them on females."

Randi stared, "You mean that Ch'arnn females had little goatees like that?"