by Atlas Kane
The site was defensible. Their psychotic ape neighbors could even be a boon, a natural blockade to any who would dare come after them. Cade noted a thick grove of trees lining one side of the glade and saw fruit among them. Best of all, a small waterfall spilled down the face of the rock, feeding a stream that poured into a large pool. It trickled away, feeding the dense foliage they’d passed by when coming up the canyon. Cade hadn’t seen the stream as it quickly became overgrown with vines and ferns as it ran away from the glade.
Minda was grinning, her teeth flashing in triumph ahead. “What do you think, Cade? Please, no jokes now. Just tell me. Will this do?”
Cade looked over to Satemi, and her mask dipped in acknowledgement, the most she could give in her present state. He turned back to Minda, returning her smile and said, “Yes, dear. This does feel a lot like home.”
20
What Makes the Water Fall
Though there was only a little over an hour of daylight remaining, the group set about the final few tasks required for making the night as pleasant as possible.
Cade hacked out a crude fire pit, little more than a shallow depression in the ground around which he threw a few stones. It was fortunate the soul weapons didn’t dull or chip, for the axe would otherwise have suffered from the abuse. Then he used his axe to clear away the brush from the area they’d chosen to set up the village’s first structure.
While he was doing so, bent over and hacking at the foliage with abandon, he marveled at Minda’s work. The beastkin woman had removed a dozen saplings from her Inventory, already dangling roots and ready to grow. Opening the earth with only her hands, she planted each of them in a wide ring. Then after watering each, she produced her staff and enchanted them.
Immediately, the plants took root and grew skyward. They didn’t grow together in the tight spiral he’d seen in the other village. That would take time, Cade presumed. But they did shoot up to over six feet tall, sprouting tender branches as they did so. Even Satemi turned to take note of the miracle, ambient green energy suffusing the air around the growing plants.
The surge of growth slowed, of course, and came to a standstill, and when they did, Minda produced cordage and bound the tops of each plant, then pulled them together, bowing them subtly. Cade could see that, in time, they would continue to grow together, and Minda could simply manipulate their pattern.
Finished clearing the area of any cover for insects or snakes, Cade removed the brush to a pile away from camp then returned to ask Minda about the shelter. “This won’t be done tonight, obviously,” he said, gesturing to the fledgling structure. “So what are our plans? Make another hide tent like you did in the grasslands?”
Minda shook her head. “No, why don’t you two scout around a bit. I’ll be done in ten minutes. This is easy. Just trust me.”
So Satemi and Cade walked the perimeter of their glade, noting the many boons their little society would have at its beck and call. The pool was deep enough to swim in, for one, but within swam a good many fish. It was only twenty feet wide, but ran with the course of the stream for almost a hundred feet. If they were careful not to tax the fish population, this could help feed their village, even as it grew. The only issue with that idea was how they could recover the people who came through the portal, assuming there would be any. If Vormer had his way, Cade doubted many could escape Tanrial and his faceless guards.
Tucked against the cliff face, where presumably a great deal of rain washed down the mountainside, a lush grove of trees grew. Cade wanted to scout these to ensure that no predators were lurking unseen. A few small monkeys and the rustle of rodents was all they uncovered, but a variety of new fruit trees bloomed as well. Satemi pointed to one in particular, its fruit seeming ready to burst with ripeness.
Ninvari Mango
Consumable Flora
Food Source
Picking a dozen of them, they found the mango pods so ripe that if they were mishandled, the skin would split, leaking nectar over their hands. Licking it off told them exactly how delicious it would be.
Patrolling the entrance to their glade gave the two pause. If the apes had found more courage within them, it would make the coming night entirely unpleasant. Thankfully, they saw no signs of pursuit, so Satemi and Cade returned to camp to inspect the results of their shelter.
Minda was tugging a final hide in place, her face scrunched up in an adorable fit of thinking. “Looks great,” Cade praised as he took in their more than improved sleeping quarters. The still-growing plants, tied together toward a single point in the center of the circle, made for a perfect tent structure. Minda simply draped a few large hides over the top, tying them together with cordage. The result was a tent so tall you could walk inside.
Within, Minda lavished the floor with an excess of furs, enough to keep ten people warm, let alone the three of them. It was a comfort to see.
Cade took a step forward, but Minda held up a hand. “We all smell like a boar’s ass. Let’s have more than a look at that waterfall. Might help with morale as well.”
The group made their way up to the falls, and Minda insisted that Satemi go first. Helping the tall warrior undress was an interesting task to see. Not only was it delightfully intimate, the two women working together in a cooperative silence, but the mask presented its own set of problems. Satemi refused to have it set aside, so she lifted it off her face a few inches, enough for Minda to remove her shirt.
Then Cade watched as the elegant warrior bathed. The water careened off of the metal mask, sending spray in all directions.
Discreetly, she lifted the edge of the mask and let the water pour over her hidden face.
Her breasts were large, more so than her previously armored chest had suggested. She washed her hair, lifting them high and proud, her nipples firm in the slight evening breeze.
Between her legs, Cade noted the black curls that grew over her sex. There was no denying Satemi’s intense beauty. Her legs were long enough to subdue any man, and he couldn’t help but imagine seeing them open, revealing her bared sex. He felt himself respond and averted his eyes and thoughts. It was too soon for her, and he still did not know what she thought of him.
Satemi scrubbed her skin with a flat stone they’d found near the pool at the base of the waterfall, careful and methodical. And then she turned to them, her arms held out in question, “You two just gonna stare at me, or will you join?”
Minda giggled and doffed her own clothing, running forward into the falling water. “Oh, gods, it’s warm, Cade.” Staring up, she pointed, “Our very own sun-warmed waterfall!” Then she too wound her lithe body under the water, her ass bouncing slightly as she ran in place, too excited for stillness. Minda wrapped her arms around Satemi’s body, hugging her fiercely. The taller woman reluctantly returned the hug, her breasts pressing into Minda’s cheek. It was a thing of tenderness and friendship, Cade knew, but the sight was arousing nonetheless. So as he entered the waterfall at last, he averted his manhood.
Satemi whispered in Minda’s ear, then the two walked to the edge of the pool. Minda helped her clean her shirt and trousers, then Satemi left. Still nude, her tall form walked gracefully back to camp. The mask did little to diminish her poise and dignity. What luck? What stupid luck I have, he thought as he watched Minda, her eyes lighting up with joy, return to him.
She used the stone that Satemi had left, scraping off the filth on her arms and legs. Then she cleaned her sex, washing between her legs with deft hands, and again, back up and under her ass. Cade did the same, grinning at their shared intimacy. He’d been close enough to women to wash in front of them in this fashion, but it usually took months to open up.
Minda passed him the stone then entered the harshest downpour of the falls, the water crashing into her white braids. He heard the muffled laugh that came from her throat. This woman is as fun as she is crazy. And he realized his affections for her were stronger than common lust. In just a few short days, she’d shown him a depth of
character and quality of heart that were entirely admirable.
At last, when he’d finished scraping his own body, and the glade was growing dim with nightfall, he felt Minda tug on his arm. He turned to see her staring up at him, her fur-covered face wet and tousled. “Tonight will be a challenge for us all, Cade. We will be washing and drying our clothes and armor. And that means we will be sleeping in the nude.” Cade felt his stomach drop and she bit her lip, enjoying his growing tension. “I understand. I want to lay with Satemi too, and you and I have only just started. But for now, because I know it may be hardest of all for you, I’d like to give you something special. Satemi needs more space, not to be tied in knots with the two of us.”
She came closer, the heat of her body pressing against his. Her nipples brushed into his chest, firm and tensing at the contact. Pulling him closer with a nimble hand, she kissed him. When he parted his lips, she surprised him with a series of delicate kisses. Across both cheeks, his chin, and then neck.
This last made chills roll over his skin in waves, and he sighed in contentment.
Then she allowed him to kiss her proper, on the mouth, and at great length. He was breathless and light-headed when she pushed him away as gently as possible.
“Thank you, Minda. I couldn’t imagine a better gift,” he said with all honesty.
The beastkin woman laughed, her head tilting back and white braids falling over her shoulders. “Cade. If you cannot, then I am afraid you are almost completely lacking in imagination.” She grabbed one of his hands and pulled him out of the falls.
“Come, here’s a perfect place to sit,” she said, leading him to a wide, flat stone at the pool’s edge. He sat, grateful even the stone remained warm from the heat of the day.
He was unsure of what she wanted of him. But as she’d done so often already, she gave Cade a push on his chest, urging him to sit back, to recline. Cade fell back to his elbows, his cock lifting up in the air between them. Okay, I think I know what we’re getting at here. Happy time for Cade then, he mused as he saw her fall to her knees between his legs.
Like so many things Minda did, when she kissed his dick it was with abrupt confidence. He gasped as she took the tip of him in her mouth, tasting the drop of dew that had formed there.
Like her sex had been, Minda’s mouth was hot, almost feverish in temperature. And when she ran the soft rasp of her tongue under the head of his cock, he was more aware than ever that she was a different species altogether. Her tongue felt like a cat’s but not quite as rough, a fine layer of velvet teasing him.
The idea did nothing to calm his arousal, however, and he pulsed in excitement.
Her hands were small, making his every inch feel bolder. Her eyes locked on his, and he could see mirth, humor, and a deep lust at play there. He simply could not get enough of this girl. Cade reached out and cupped her cheek. Minda closed her eyes, tilting her head into the affection, dipping forward at the same time. His cock disappeared into her mouth, and a gentle purr emanated from deeper in her throat. The vibrations only added to the sensation.
Minda’s elongated ears angled back, and she bobbed up and down, taking half his length into her mouth with each motion. He noted the angle of her neck, its sleek lines both graceful and strong. The thin layer of her fur only seemed to arouse him further as it brushed against his thighs.
As if things couldn’t get any sexier, the woman remembered her hands. With one, she clutched the base of his shaft and stroked it slowly with the same rhythm of her oral ministrations. A subtle and irregular twist transformed the motion into a masterful touch. Cade groaned as she pulled his dick from her mouth, a subtle pop sounding, and licked her full lips to tease him as her hand ran the length of him.
Her other hand slid down her belly, between her legs. Cade could just make out the side to side flick of her wrist as she played with her clit. Do alien beastkin girls have clits? They must. They definitely have all the rest, he thought, then wondered, But do they swallow? Maybe that is the real question here.
He laughed despite himself, and she smiled at his reaction. “What? You want me to save my other hand for your asshole?”
Cade choked a bit. “Um, wow. No this is amazing. I was just wondering something. Please, keep going.”
Minda tilted her head to the side and ran her tongue down his shaft slowly. Then asked again, her breath whispering hot with each word, “What were you wondering? Tell me.”
Throwing caution to the wind, he told her. Why not? She seems the most honest creature I’ve ever known. “I was wondering if you’re going to swallow my cum.”
She laughed, a throaty expression that made her bare her teeth. “Don’t cum yet, Cade. Please, I only just started.”
“I’ll try to hold on,” Cade said even as she fell to sucking his dick with renewed effort. This time, her hand moved just a little faster, her grip tighter. She stared at him, taking him deeper with each motion.
“Please, Cade. Please, don’t cum. Just try not to cum, okay?” she said, her mouth encouraging him to do the opposite. She pulled her mouth off him and moaned as she toyed with her clit, jerking his dick in her hand with full and measured strokes.
The tension began to build inside him. In his belly first then lower. And as he saw her own body shudder slightly, the beginnings of an orgasm taking her, he clenched down, his whole body fighting to remain in control. “Now! Cade, yes. Now! Cum for me!” Minda called, and her hips bucked beneath her. Even while she came, Minda took his manhood in her mouth once more, sliding down his length until most of him disappeared down her throat.
He exploded.
A white heat burned through every inch of his body. He gripped the stone beneath him and grunted, staring up at the stars just beginning to emerge. An eternity passed, and then he heard himself breathing again, the warm weight of Minda pressed against him, resting between his thighs.
Cade went to sit up and thank her, but the woman had other plans. She tilted her pelvis up, still rubbing the tiny swollen node he could just make out in the failing light. “Oh, I need you inside of me,” she urged, and straddled his lap.
She pressed her slit up against him, then rose and plunged down. Minda was drenched, her fires having already been stoked. The oversensitivity in his own dick bothered him for a few brief moments, then he felt his resolve harden, his dick return to life within her. Score one for having the stamina of a wolf! Cade wanted to shout, but instead, he kissed her breasts as she rode him.
Last time they’d rolled, she’d liked it rough, so Cade slapped one of her ass cheeks with a hand and bit down hard on her nipple. A pink hue flushed Minda’s cheeks, and she opened her mouth to moan. “Yes, Cade. Oh, gods, yes.”
Moving ever faster, Minda bucked against him, grinding her mound against him. Each pass he felt her tremble just a little more, each time pressing harder. This girl is gonna cum again! he marveled, as he guided her hips above him. Cade pulled down, making her motions more severe.
Then as he felt her body tense up in preparation to finish, he slid his hand around the back of her neck and gripped her hair. He pulled tight, her face craning up to the sky as she screamed. And within her, he came again, filling her with every drop of his unending lust.
She rocked forward, falling against his shoulder. Cade held the woman. Strange, how powerful and fierce she is one moment, then pliant and sweet the next, he thought as he held her. They let the moment slowly dissolve, the hammering of their hearts matching the clatter of the waterfall behind them.
After, they took advantage of the falls once more. They were cooling rapidly but remained warm. They washed themselves and then their clothes, returning to camp in the near dark.
Satemi had started a fire, and was roasting meat for their dinner, a few of the mangos already peeled before her. “Was that as good as it sounded, sister?” she asked, and Minda crossed over and sat near her, still nude.
“Yes, it was. Now our friend here can sleep tonight without bruising either one of our
backs,” Minda said, and they all laughed.
Cade sat across from the women and took a bite from one of the fruits. It burst in his mouth, filling it with a sweet and tangy juice. What would Minda taste like? he had to ask himself. A strange thought to have come after cumming twice, but one he relished. Thankfully, his manhood remained unmoved by the idea, and Cade marveled that he sat naked with two women who were, until recently, total strangers. He didn’t feel at all self-conscious or awkward.
So they ate their meals, relishing the flavor and the company. A few jokes were made about Cade’s tremendous appetite as he finished at least seven pounds of meat before he was sated.
Idle conversation passed as all three began to grow sleepy.
Washing the meal from their hands and faces, they crawled into the decadent furs Minda had arranged. Greedy for warmth, she took the middle, taking turns kissing Satemi’s chest and his. It was a playful gesture, not one meant to stir more unsavory intentions. And it worked perfectly to make all three of them feel completely at home in one another’s company.
When they’d gotten comfortable, Cade brought up the one thing they’d forgotten during that first day. “Hey, so what are we gonna call this place?”
The women thought, and Cade fell silent, wanting the naming to fall to them. Satemi just shook her head after a while, not coming up with anything. At last, Minda spoke, her voice coming out in a yawn. “Camp Casmeer. Casmeer is a flower from my home world. It has a musky but pleasant, often arousing, smell. It smells a little like you two.”
Satemi gave Minda a playful shove. “You are no Dela Flower either, girl. Still, I would take your stink over a basket of wildflowers.”
Cade chuckled. It was perfect. It reminded him of an awesome song he loved back on Earth so much. He heard a phantom Led Zeppelin echoing in his head as he let himself relax in the tangle of women.