5 comments/ 6772 views/ 14 favorites Echobright By: entwined_tails Author's note: this is an unapologetically nonhuman love story told from a twin perspective. This story, Echobright, tells the story from the male point of view; its sister story, Grey-Eye, tells the story from the female perspective. Enjoy. Echobright "You missed a bit under your neck. And there, just on the inside of your left leg. Perfect! And I must say you are quite the most alluring swamp monster I've ever set eye upon, by a long way." She was painted brown from head to tail, even the outside of her wings covered in the heavy mud. Not quite enough mud, however, that I didn't see her smile slightly at my remark. "Shut your cheeky mouth! Let's go." We set off in the direction of the marsh-lopers, moving quietly, keeping low. After a little way I noticed that Echobright was finding the going difficult. Restraining from echolocation for fear of scaring the lopers, she was feeling her way along with her feet, cautiously, slowly. I whispered to her. "Would you like to hold my tail?" I had worried she might be too proud to accept, but she closed her mouth wordlessly around the end of my tail and let me lead her, making faster progress following trustingly in my footsteps, until we reached a good spot. "Here. Loper run. Only easy way through for a dozen spans either side. If I was a loper this is where I'd go." I watched Echobright feel around, sniff the ground, then nod in approval. Selecting a spot just to the side of the run she lay down in the mud, wings folded behind her, instantly blending in. On an impulse, I scooped up a few items of local foliage and arranged them over her, improving the effect. "Are you good and comfortable there? Plenty of nice soft moss for a pillow if you need one. Nothing prickling your bottom? No itches that need scratching? Actually, you look so snug down there I'm more than half tempted to lie down next to you and..." "Grey-Eye, shut up! Get out there and send me a loper, and save your pretty talk for later!" As I waded away in high spirits, I looked back, and nodded in approval of her camouflage. Lying motionless, she had become just a part of the landscape, apart from her two milky white eyes. And as I watched, these closed, completing the deception. I walked in a stealthy half-circle around the lopers, getting round the opposite side of them from Echobright without approaching within forty spans. It required concentration to keep quiet, because I wanted to jump, to leap, to splash through the gloop in exultation. She'd said "pretty talk"! Not a world-shaking compliment, perhaps, but it had come from Echobright. People like me spouted praise liberally, but she wasn't at all like me. Someone like Echobright let out compliments only grudgingly, and they carried an enormous weight because of it. She'd said "pretty talk". That meant she thought the way I spoke to her was beautiful. I was in position. I selected a marsh-loper: an old but plump male snuffling for small prey in the mud. I had to look at the land, map out likely lines of escape, plan exactly where I wanted it to go... I lunged. And as I ran, I let a certain pent-up energy break free as I shouted at the fleeing creature. "Run! Run, loper, run for your life! I'm Grey-Eye the Fierce, a savage and soulless killer, come to devour you! Rrrrawrrrrr!" It ran. Faster than I could run: nothing outpaced a marsh-loper in its home environment. But it didn't register Echobright as anything other than a slight mound of mud until it was running straight past her... In the distance I saw her pounce, fast and lethal, striking out with claws and fangs. The creature was dead before it knew what was happening. "Sorry, loper, I must have forgotten to warn you about her. Oops." As I reached her I was panting, and limping slightly off my scarred right leg. She sat mud-smeared and magnificent with the dead creature under one clawed foot, and shot me a questioning look. "Grey-Eye the Fierce?" "At your service, Echobright the Enticing." She smiled, and I noticed that she was no longer trying to hide her pleasure from me. I felt that I'd passed some kind of test. "Shut up and eat." We took a moment as we bent over the dead thing to honour its life, as was traditional. There was no guilt in the gesture; we were carnivores, and killed to eat. There was just a quiet respect. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I tore into its flesh, swallowing in ravenous mouthfuls. It had been a while since I'd had really good meat, so fresh it was still warm. And it had been even longer since I'd felt I'd taken any meaningful part in the kill. The people I usually went hunting with let me take part and eat out of charity. It didn't take us long to finish the thing off between us. My nose touched Echobright's as we both moved in to attack the last piece, and she let me slide my mouth in beside hers, our jaws working side-by-side as we swallowed the last edible morsels. The meal over, I stretched, feeling gloriously full and satisfied. "I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have a belly stuffed full of fresh meat. Did your half taste as good as mine did?" She ran her long, pink tongue over her lips, mopping up blood but also a good deal of mud. "There's a pool just up the slope if you want to clean up a bit? Just to remind me there's a beautiful hyeloki somewhere under all that mud." She nodded and preceded me up the slope to a clear, wide pool bordered with reeds. The water felt pleasingly cool against my skin as we lowered ourselves until it reached up to our wings, and I could feel it soaking into the mud on my feet, slowly washing them clean. Echobright began scrubbing the cloying mud off her skin with her hands and tongue, and it gave me a somewhat tempting idea. "Say, Echobright, how about I lend you a hand cleaning that stuff off?" She hissed irritably at the suggestion. "I'm not completely incapable, you know! I can wash myself without needing you to rub me down with your hands like I'm..." The sentence cut off abruptly as she suddenly seemed to see the main thrust of my suggestion. "Alright, Grey-Eye. If you insist." She offered me a wing and I started there, washing the water over the smooth leathery surface in great sweeps. When I'd finished one wing she turned around for me to clean the other in a like manner, and then I leant over her to wash her back. As I worked I talked. I barely listened to what I was saying, and probably Echobright didn't either. My concentration was fully on my fingers as they stroked the strong curve of her back, working back and forth from her spine to the base of her wings, kneading and squeezing the firm grey flesh in a way not strictly necessary in order to clean it of mud, but that wasn't raising any complaints. Her back clean I worked forwards to brush the mud off the back of her long neck, moving unhurriedly towards her head, where I traced my fingers around the brutally beautiful contours of her face, around her blind eyes, her long pointed ears, down her snout to her nose, and when I passed her lips her tongue slipped out to lap at my fingers encouragingly. After lingering there to enjoy the feeling I slipped down to run my fingertips along the sensitive skin beneath her chin, at which point she closed her white eyes and let out slow, deep breaths, evidently taking as much enjoyment from our contact as I was. As I stroked and caressed the soft skin of her throat she arched back her neck and let loose a low moan of pleasure. Her neck clean, Echobright flipped herself over in the water to float with her white-dappled underside towards me, a clear invitation to carry on. I could have freed her round, shapely chest of the last traces of mud with a couple of quick wipes of my hand but I took my time, enjoying the soft warmth of her under my fingertips as I cleaned in careful, gentle circles. As I moved down to her belly I faced a dilemma. There was an area coming up, between her legs, where I wasn't sure if I was invited. To put off the decision I switched suddenly to her legs, and then to her tail, starting from the tip and cleaning inwards, but soon I was faced with the same problem from the other direction. I had an excellent view of the region in question, from which I had for some time had trouble diverting my eye, and I could plainly see that she was in a state of some arousal. Had she not been blind, she would have been able to even more plainly see that I was as well. But it didn't necessarily mean she wanted me touching her there without her permission. I tried to read her body language. There was nothing about it that said stop. But then there was nothing about it that said go on. Rather I imagined she was saying your choice. For all that I wanted to slide my hand across and touch her there, I took the safer choice and stopped, patting her on the hip to let her know I was done. She turned over, wearing an expression that perhaps suggested disappointment, and cleaned between her legs herself, with her tongue. I confess to staring as her tongue licked delicately around her gaping slit. "What about you?" "Oh, I only really muddied up my legs." "Alright. Left leg up." The water had already worked my legs clean, but that wasn't the point. I lifted my leg and let her lean down to rub the skin with her fingers, firm but gentle. "And the right." I turned around, and let her repeat the process on my scarred right leg. "You must have splattered your belly, too. Turn over." I turned myself over in the water to lie on my back, floating, my belly upturned. I sighed as her hands massaged my chest, working downwards in a thorough and businesslike manner that was nevertheless highly stimulating. Increasingly I was highly conscious of my cock standing hard and proud above its sheath. I suspected that as I had restrained myself, so would she. I was wrong. Echobright's fingers carried on downwards as though there was no issue at all, and I gasped as I felt a hand close around the end of my shaft. She didn't seem surprised, or react in any visible way. She just carried on cleaning me with the other hand, holding me out of the way now one way, now the other as she cleaned around my sheath, sending a pleasant tingle up my spine. I did, however, notice that she slowed down, taking an excessive amount of time cleaning that particular area. "Well, Grey-Eye, after you refused to touch me, I was worrying that you didn't really like me." Her cleaning finished, she ran her fingers lightly once down the underside of my shaft, from base to tip, as though surveying its dimensions, giving me a delicious chill. "Alright, you're all clean. Back on your feet." She let me go, and I rolled back upright. I felt I owed her some kind of explanation. "I do like you, Echobright. Very much. You probably, ah, already realise that now. I'm sorry I was prudish before. It's just... I was a little bit unsure how far you wanted things to go on our first date." "Date? You think this is a date?" "It... isn't?" I stared into her eyes. White. Unreadable. "It can't be a date. We haven't even kissed." "Oh! Well. That's right. Do you fancy doing something about that then?" We turned out long necks to face each other, a slight space between us. A hyeloki kiss is not like those wet and awkward meetings of mouths common in certain other races. We both let our long, pink, delicate tongues push out from between our lips until the two tips met, stroking gently against each other, sending a delicious shiver running through me. And, extending further, we let ourselves hook over one another, our two tongues dancing intimately, curling and caressing, sliding slickly one against the other. And all the while I never stopped gazing into Echobright's white eyes as the intimacy and sensuousness of the kiss filled me with a warm, wild excitement perfectly reflected in her own face. After the kiss, she moved close beside me and draped a wing over me in a sheltering way. We both sat back in the water, and as I snuggled up close to her warm and soft body, her fingers casually stroked and caressed my shoulder. I talked. Not important talk, just idle, unconcerned chatter, as I let myself be lulled into tranquillity by the cool lapping of the water and the gentle ripples of her fingers. Perhaps she wasn't listening either, for it was some time before anything I said provoked a response. "When I mentioned you to Lens-Of-Infamy, he..." "Who?" "My friend, he lives one up from me. From the look on his face, I think he thought you might eat me alive." There was a pause, as though she was seriously considering the option. "Maybe later." I decided to put this to one side and carry on, determined to tackle a prickly issue that had been bothering me. "Why do you have such an abhorrent reputation?" "It comes from being abhorrent." "But you're not abhorrent." "Not to those who've earned my respect." That meant me, I presumed. I smiled inside, sinking a little deeper into her embrace. "But why be deliberately unpleasant to everyone else? Not everyone is a Cloud-Splitter." "Don't tell me you don't understand? How do people look at you?" My mind dwelled back to Cloud-Splitter and her two friends. "Ah. Disdain, disgust and pity. And I'll bet they think you can't see it." She didn't reply, but I guessed from her silence that I'd hit the answer. How tempting to make people fear you and loathe you instead, if it was the only way to get them to respect you? I had had to find a different solution. "I ran away from it. A long, long way away to where no hyeloki sing through the skies and I was merely alien, not broken." She still didn't speak. I well knew by now that it didn't mean she wasn't listening. "I got lonely." Her fingers stroked me a little more firmly, as though to reassure, or perhaps just to remind me that I didn't have to be lonely any more. "Lens-Of-Infamy warned me not to set my hopes too high on finding a mate. I was starting to think perhaps he was right, that I was fated to a lifetime of scorned rejection and perpetual solitude, that no-one would ever take a poor specimen like me." Her fingers suddenly stopped their stroking. Her wing about me seemed tense. Had I said something wrong? "But then I met you!" "Then you met me and what, exactly?" There was an edge to her voice, and as she said it she removed her wing and leant away from me. What had I just said? I had talked my way into something and I knew I was going to have to talk my way out of it. "I just have a feeling, Echobright. A good feeling. We just... fit each other. You make me feel like a person, not the pathetic little cripple I feel around other people." Even before she spoke, I knew from the way she held herself that I'd chosen my words badly. "You arrogant, patronising, presumptuous little scrape of turd!" I was too stunned to speak as she stormed out of the pool, shaking herself dry, fury written on her features. What had I said? What had I said? "Is that all you think of me, Grey-Eye? Echobright the blind, Echobright the freak, Echobright the laughing stock, the only person you could find so low and contemptible that you could compare yourself to me and feel worthwhile?" Oh no. It could have sounded like that, couldn't it? I might as well have said: Echobright, I am a miserable wretch who could not find a mate because nobody, until you, was desperate enough to accept me. I cursed my tongue, even as I stumbled for more words. "I... no! I didn't mean..." "You really didn't set your hopes too high, did you? When you'd received your 'scorned rejection' from every normal woman available, you must have leapt for joy when you saw me, clearly a creature swimming so low in the dating pool that I'd jump at any offer, even from a 'poor specimen' like yourself? Was that it?" "No! I..." "Well let me tell you, Grey-Eye, I have standards, and you're just not up to them. When I take a mate, it'll be someone I respect, and who respects me, not a sad little worm who sees me as the only fruit hanging low enough to be within reach!" There were tears welling in her blind eyes as she screamed at me. What had I done to her? How could I set this right? "But I do resp-..." "Shut up! Just shut up, and leave me alone in future!" Before I could try to explain myself she was running, stumbling and slipping across rough ground, throwing herself into the air when she had built up speed, and flying away into the harsh blue sky. Numb, I pulled myself out of the little pool. Dripping and cold, I sagged down into the reeds and sobbed, wallowing in grief that I'd just lost the woman I'd become so enamoured with in such a short space of time. Only after that great wave of sorrow had passed did I take hold of myself and pull myself upright, physically and emotionally. I'd lost Echobright. Now I had to get her back. I set out walking across the mire, miles and miles ahead of me. Echobright "What's wrong! Are you hurt?" "I'm alright, it's just my dodgy leg. I just need to..." "You need to lie down. Come on." I let her half guide me, half carry me into her cave. She lived in a traditional hyeloki home, little more than a tunnel carved deep into the rock, but it was dry and clean and sheltered from the wind and cold. We reached a place at the very back and she laid me down on a soft bed of earth and dry mosses, arranging me carefully curled up on my good side with a firm gentleness all of her own. "Are you comfortable?" I was. And yet... "No. Not yet. I don't think I can be until you lie down next to me." She laughed and lay down behind me, her belly pressed against my back, her head nestled on the back of my neck, one leg resting over my hips, one wing draped over my weary body. Our body heat filled the little space, keeping us warm. No sound from the outside world made it back there, and no light either, so it was as if me and Echobright and our bed were the only things that existed in the whole world. I knew I could drift so easily into sleep, and wake up feeling more rested than I ever had, wonderfully entwined with my lover. She stroked me gently with her fingers, the pleasing sensation just enough to keep me awake. As I was lying with my right side up, her fingers ran over scarred and burnt skin. "Grey-Eye, what happened to you?" I hesitated. I didn't like to talk about it. But she needed to know some time, and now was as good as any. "There was an explosion. Nothing malicious, just one of those accidents of negligence and bad luck that can conspire at any time. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong moment. One minute, I was sitting in the sunshine, singing out my part in the Song to the world, the next..." The next: fire, noise, pain. I'd blacked out, before they came to help me. Then waking up to pain, pain, endless pain, and even that couldn't hurt me as much as the news they'd had for me. "My mate died instantly." The woman I had loved so much, gone in an instant. Saying it now, I was surprised to learn that it didn't hurt so much any more. It was in the past. The only woman who mattered now was the one lying pressed against me, whose slow steady breathing I could feel ebbing and flowing as she listened. Echobright didn't reply. Again I was glad that she wasn't one to say the meaningless phrase "I'm sorry." Instead, when I turned my head to face her, she kissed me, slowly and tenderly. A few minutes passed by before she spoke. "I know you're tired, but I want to keep you awake just a little longer." Before I could reply she let out her tongue and licked my neck, just slightly, in a tender way that somehow promised much, much more. "You can keep me up as long as you like, so long as you keep doing that." At that she began licking me profusely in long, slow, sensuous lines down my neck. I turned slightly to expose my sensitive throat, and sighed in satisfaction as her tongue tingled and tickled against my skin. I tried to lick her own neck in return, but she seemed disinclined to let me, and I was too tired to argue, so I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was giving me. It wasn't just licking. Her fingers began playing across my chest, stroking back and forth in rhythm with my breath. Her leg rubbed insistently against my hip, and even her tail coiled and insinuated against my own. I moaned out loud, needing more. It wasn't that this treatment washed away my exhaustion. It was more that it supplemented it, turning it into a kind of tired but demanding arousal. Echobright continued to coat my neck, chin and face in sumptuous kisses, making me squirm in pleasure. Her fingers stroked more vigorously against my chest, moving down to my belly. Her legs rubbed more urgently against me, finally closing her clawed foot around my flesh and gently squeezing, giving me a shiver of excitement. Even her tail upped its attention on my own, squeezing and sliding with serpentine dexterity. I wasn't surprised, only relieved, when her fingers slid down further to close around my erect cock for the second time that day. Instantly all the licking, the rubbing, the stroking stopped as she dedicated her full attention to that part of me, gliding her fingertips up and down its length, from base to tip. "You're not so tired that I can't have a little fun with this, are you?" I shook my head, feeling exhausted but invigorated at the same time. We kissed again, intensely, while she gripped hard around me and pulled slowly back and forth, stimulating me agreeably. Her fingers walked themselves up my shaft to the tip, where they explored curiously, finding the liquid seeping relentlessly from me and spreading it around the sensitive head. I groaned. "Is this good?" "Yes... yes..." For a moment I was disappointed as I felt her fingers move away, letting my desperate manhood stand unsupported. But then I felt her lean over me, bending round her long neck to put her head between my legs... As her tongue whipped out to lick my tender head, I cried out. "How about this?" "Oh, Echobright..." The tongue moved in again, licking and licking the head, licking it clean of precum, then licking it again when more replaced it. I stretched and writhed my tired limbs to show my unbearable pleasure, desperate now for her to go further and provide me with release. As though reading my mind she moved her head forwards a little, letting just my tip move into her mouth, cradled between her tongue and the warm roof. She toyed with it slowly, unbearably, rolling it around, wrapping her tongue about it. As I shouted out silently she carried on forwards, slowly pushing my entire length into her long mouth until I felt my tip nudge against her throat just as her chin pressed against my groin. For a moment we just lay there, relishing the feeling of me resting inside her. And then she began rubbing her tongue over my engulfed shaft, slowly at first, then more vigorously, soon moving her whole head back and forth with relentless rhythm, pumping me mercilessly, faster and faster. My mind was drowning in ecstasy, and my breathing came in deep ragged gulps. Summoning energy I didn't know my exhausted body possessed I began actively thrusting in rhythm with her own motions, intensifying the sensation. When she felt me doing this she stopped her own movements and let me push myself as hard as I could in and out of the warm wet welcome of her mouth, driving myself headlong towards release, faster and faster, back and forth into her gorgeous head... in and out... in and out... I exploded into her, screaming out wordlessly, again and again, she making no complaint as I gushed my semen into her mouth. Only when I had let myself collapse into a panting stillness did she draw herself slowly from my cock and nuzzle her head tenderly against mine. I licked her throat fondly, and as I did I felt her swallow, felt the liquid seed I'd left in her be accepted into the core of her. Dearly I wished I could return the favour, could bring her to her own orgasm. But a new, even more irresistible wave of exhaustion was rushing over me, claiming me. Echobright must have noticed, because the last thing I remembered before falling into a deep and satisfied sleep was her resting my head gently on the soft bed and draping her wing lovingly over me. Echobright "Right over the low mire, where we caught that loper, a few hundred spans up. I can see it shimmering in the light, looking like a great field of burning gold. We're heading just north of east, toward a big, broad, inviting swathe of bright green grasslands, dotted with trees, rising to our left and merging into the rich forests which bask in the sunlight all over the hills. The town's under us to our right, looking small and sort of lost amongst all the green; little white buildings which sparkle where a sun glances off a chance window. On the far side of that I can see the fields and pastures and roads, a kind of patchwork of neat little lines and squares, all slightly different colours, and beyond them are the higher hills where you live, all bleak and scarred moorland, rising up into the sky, blocking out the red sun and casting a half-shadow over the valley. I really wish you could see it." "When you describe it so clearly, I think I can. You make it sound beautiful." Looking up, I could see her neck thrusting forwards through the air, and glancing backwards, there were her great wings lifting us both heavenwards. "What's below me isn't half as beautiful in my eye as what's above me." She grunted as though in displeasure, but then bent her long neck down to face me, and we kissed as we flew together, the wind streaming past us, the ground wheeling below us. As we broke apart, she spoke to me in her firm and unyielding manner. "Alright, find a good place for us to land." Disappointment washed through me. I'd been starved of flight for a long time, and had hoped to stay in the air for much longer yet. "Down already? Are you getting tired?" "No. But I need to make love to you and we can't do that in the air." A sudden heat sprang up in me at her words. Suddenly I was highly conscious of the tight grip of her legs around my hips, and of the warm press of her underside against my back. The ground became at once a very appealing place to be. "Down it is then. I see a good spot. Very slightly to the left, and not far ahead..." I led us down to the grasslands, a broad wilderness of brilliant green grasses broken only occasionally by trees and streams. We dropped until we were soaring straight and low over the ground, my feet brushing the tops of the long grass and throwing up showers of seeds. "That's it, nothing ahead of you but grass, just remember I'm underneath you as you land." She dropped me, and I glide-ran to a stumbling halt. Echobright carried on over me, losing height until her feet touched the ground and she slowed to a standstill some way ahead. She hadn't used her echolocation once - she'd trusted my guidance absolutely. I watched as she sat herself down amidst the waving green grass. She looked calm and collected, in sharp contrast to my own restless heat which rose at the sight of her waiting for me so placidly, so beautiful amidst the rustling grass and flowers. I began walking towards her, the long stalks tickling my legs and belly, but soon I couldn't help myself from breaking into a run, desperate to close the distance between me and the woman I so desired. Echobright sat listening to my noisy approach, motionless. I didn't slow down as I neared, intending to leap on top of her and smother her in kisses. I never got the chance. Just as I was about to jump she suddenly lunged towards me, going from tranquil stillness to streaking motion like an uncoiling spring, flying hard into me and knocking me off my feet. I landed on my back in the grass and she was instantly on top of me, her tongue smothering my face and neck in delicious wet kisses just as I'd intended to do to her. I laughed uncontrollably, and after a minute of this wonderful assault I rallied and kissed her own sweet neck mercilessly; she even let me roll us both over so that it was me who pinned her to the ground, and she mewled in pretended helplessness as I kissed and kissed and kissed her. I didn't get away with that for very long. She threw me bodily off her to one side and in an instant was on top of me, and once again it was me pretending distress as she rasped her tongue across my sensitive skin. And suddenly we were playing a game; tussling back and forwards in the grass like children, both trying to pin the other down and inflict more kisses than we received, neither of us trying too hard to block the other's intentions. All the time, a deep and demanding sexual yearning was building up inside of me. If we were to carry on with this rough play, I knew I wouldn't be able to restrain myself to mere kissing - but something told me Echobright was in a mood to play a little longer before joining me in a more intimate exchange. So as she pushed me off her with a final playful shove, I dashed out of the way before she could jump on top of me once more. Darting to one side, I whistled playfully to invite her to chase me. She hurled herself after me, shrieking in frustrated lust. Together we ran and circled through the tickling grass, me whistling to let her know where I was, she crashing after me eagerly. Had she been in a mind to, I knew she could easily have chased me down and caught me, but she let me narrowly escape again and again, sometimes even grabbing me only to let me slither easily out of her grasp, relishing the easy slip of her fingers over my skin. Finally her fingers closed around my tail and I felt the difference immediately: her grip was firm and definite. Enough, it seemed to say, no more games. I stopped running and lay panting from the exertion, the grass soft under my belly, ready to see what Echobright had in mind to do with me. What she did was to kiss me, tenderly, on the very tip of my tail; then more than kissing, wrapping her tongue around it and drawing the tip into her mouth to suck. Memories of her doing a similar thing to a different part of me the night before made a new wave of heat run down to my already uncomfortably warm groin. Her dotage on my tail's tip complete, she began running her tongue systematically up towards my tail's base. I'd hoped that she might continue down and between my legs to where I was desperate for her attention, but instead she carried on licking her way up my spine, resting her hands on my hips as she kissed her way up my back and between my wings. As her tongue continued up to the back of my neck she eased round to my side and stroked the skin under my wings, and then moved her fingers to brush my throat. Her touch was driving me wild, and unable to sit passively any longer, I bent my head round to kiss her, tongue to tongue. The kiss was divine. It seemed to block out everything else, so that I hardly noticed her pushing me gently over onto my back. As she climbed on top of me, one leg either side of my hips, I reached my wings up to embrace her and pull her down, down until we were pressed chest to chest with my cock straining against the softness of her belly. Having kissed once more, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper but choked with urgency. "Touch me." I realised then that although she'd touched my privatemost part in the most intimate ways, I hadn't yet touched hers at all. It was a lapse I was eager to rectify. I let my fingers, which had been gently massaging her back, slip down over her side and between her legs. Finding the line of her slit I traced my fingertips around it in a circular motion, feeling her shiver as I drew the circles smaller and smaller. At last I was tracing up and down the very edges of her sodden lips. I felt her own hand grope shakily between us to grasp my cock, and she stroked me as I ran my fingers up and down her tender womanhood. Unable to resist any longer, I pushed gently in-between her parted lips to feel the warm and wet place beyond. Instantly her blind milky white eyes snapped shut, and as I moved my fingers slowly up and down inside her she let out a sigh of perfect pleasure, her hand still wrapped around my cock but its ministrations quite forgotten by both of us. Not until I reluctantly removed my hand did she remove hers. She held it up to my mouth, the fingers smeared in my juices, and obligingly I licked them clean. Likewise I offered her my own hand, and she cleaned her juices from my fingers with her deft tongue, apparently enjoying it considerably. We shared another kiss, and I tasted a little of the liquid she'd cleaned from my fingers. Just that taste made me arch back my neck in rumbling appreciation, and Echobright took immediate advantage - attacking my exposed neck with a new round of tender and tantalising kisses. And then she bit me. I gasped as her teeth nipped at my skin, sending an electric thrill of excitement down my spine. I stared at her longingly. She was gazing back at me curiously, trying to gauge my reaction. "You like that?" "No. I love it!" She grinned, and laid into me with her teeth. All down my throat I felt her pointed teeth nipping me again and again and again, making me shake and gasp in ecstasy. More! I wanted to shout, more! But I was too overcome to form words. But she seemed to get the message anyway, and gave me more. All down my neck and shoulders and chest her teeth bit gently at my skin, and everywhere they went they made me shake with such groaning pleasure that I actually wept. When her claws joined in as well, digging sharply into my hips, I found my whole body thrashing uncontrollably from the sheer thrill of it. In response to this flood of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure, my cock throbbed needily against her belly. As she worked me with her teeth and claws she shifted her weight back and forwards on top of me, rubbing most stimulatingly against my shaft. Gradually she eased her position forwards, until it was not her belly that was rubbing itself over me but her sex, the lips parting to slide either side of my length, her juices lubricating the motion, making it smooth and sensuous. Everything else stopped. The biting, the clawing, the licking - everything was forgotten as I let my full attention wander to that wonderful sliding sensation; to the relentless rhythm of her hips gliding backwards and forwards over me; to the open-mouthed, eyes-closed look of bliss on her face; to the slow beating of her wings; to the little wet slipping sound we made as she ground herself on me. I think I would have come like that if she'd carried on, shooting my seed across my own chest, but quite suddenly she stopped, and gazed down at me with blind eyes that seemed filled with a deep hunger. She dropped her head to lick me, once, in a lavish line all the way up my neck from my shoulders to my chin. When she spoke, her voice was on fire with barely containable lust. "Mount me." I shivered in excitement at the simple words, and shivered once more as she licked me again, in the same manner as before. "Thrust yourself into me." Yes. Yes! There was nothing I wanted to do more as she licked me yet again, leaving a line of tingling fire up my neck. "Fill me until I overflow." One last time she licked my neck, before she eased herself from on top of me and positioned herself besides me in the grass, the green stems hiding her white-mottled underside, only her grey back and wings exposed to the broad blue sky. Her blind eyes seemed to twinkle in an invitation I was powerless to refuse. As I rose shakily to my feet I admired her, and wondered that someone so beautiful and strong should be lying there, waiting for me to consummate our love. Moving behind her, I rested my hands gently on her hips. Her legs were spread and her tail raised invitingly, giving me a clear view of her womanhood, so ready that moisture dripped down from it onto the grass. She'd asked me to mount her, to thrust myself into her, to fill her until she overflowed. And oh, how I wanted to. But she'd have to wait just a little longer. There was something I needed to do first. Bringing my head down to her sex, so that her rich scent flooded my nostrils, I stuck out my tongue to lap up a drop of the juice leaking from my lover. The taste was pleasing, and by the way she twitched and sighed when I touched her there, I knew that Echobright was in no way opposed to me going further. I licked her again and then let my tongue slide between her lips, moving up and down drinking in her plentiful moisture, and making her moan with pleasure. I hadn't finished with her yet. With my fingers I eased her lips slightly apart, giving me better access when I delved back in with my tongue, exploring her, locating her sensitive spots by the way she trembled when I touched them. At last my tongue found itself at the head of her opening, and after the barest hesitation I pushed deep inside, extending as far as it would go, making her squeal and gasp. Her tail coiled itself around my neck as though to encourage me as I flickered my tongue in and out of her, driving her wild. Only when I thought I was in danger of bringing her to an early orgasm did I stop. Echobright was panting and shaking from my ministrations. My cock was screaming so loud for attention that ignoring its needs any longer would have been a kind of torture. It was time to give us both what we craved. Slowly, carefully, I mounted my lover, looping first my left leg around her shapely hips and then the right, putting my penis at a comfortable angle to slide inside her. I kissed her back tenderly, and she turned her head to kiss me in the softest and most compassionate way imaginable. "Are you ready, Echobright?" The answer to that was perfectly obvious, but I wanted to hear her say it. "No. I'm desperate. Get on with it and fuck me, Grey-Eye!" "As the lady wishes." It took only a single easy motion to slide slowly inside her, all the way. She felt good - tight enough to grip me comfortably without being so tight as to impede movement. I let my head rest next to hers, touching, feeling her heavy breaths as we relished the sensation of me within her. The position she'd chosen - the traditional hyeloki mating position, and probably therefore a good choice for our first time - put me in full control. I was free to choose the rate. Although I yearned to pound myself into her as fast and hard as I could, I resolved to go slowly. Thus I began, easing myself in and out in a measured rhythm that was nonetheless enough to send waves of delicious excitement running through my body; enough soon to have us both panting sandpaper breaths. As I realised how little work it would take to bring me to an orgasm from my extraordinary height of arousal, I was doubly glad of the slow pace - without it, my journey to a climax might have been embarrassingly short. I kept up the slow rhythm, relishing the sumptuous wet squeeze of every inward thrust and the urgent shaking rush of her breath on every outward pull. Thrust, and pull; thrust, and pull; each one more deeply satisfying than the last. I found my wings beating up and down in time. With every thrust I had to fight my body's urge to speed up and bring the matter to a fast conclusion; in fact, I fought it so well I actually slowed down my rhythm as I felt myself approaching orgasm, to put off the inevitable end to our pleasure for as long as possible. I knew it couldn't last much longer. I focused on my lover as I strove to slow down even further, to draw this moment out forever... Echobright, her chest heaving beneath me as she lay in her own world of delirious pleasure... Echobright, sliding around my buried shaft so perfectly... Echobright, waiting for me to explode into her... Echobright, so very beautiful... Echobright, my lover... Echobright, my mate... Echobright... Echo... ...bright... We shrieked wordlessly into the sky as we both came at once - Echobright gushing around me just as I felt my seed scream out of me and into her, wave after wave of gorgeous ecstasy hitting me as I pumped wave after wave of liquid into her welcoming body. As our orgasms subsided we found ourselves shaking and breathless, our shrieking voices fading into tired moans, our rapture fading into a deep and measureless satisfaction. When we had recovered most of our breath, with me still resting contentedly inside her, we shared a weary but infinitely tender kiss. We didn't speak. There was no need. Both of us knew we both needed to sleep. Slipping out of her, I crawled next to where she sat and lay down beside her in the grass. With her wing draped over me, I let myself drift into a deeply satisfied sleep.