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Dusk Hunt
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Dusk Hunt
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Waiting was harder than usual, though. She kept herself under control with only her tail twitching, but that was difficult Soon, she was rewarded. A small herd of nilgai came down the trail. After the first passed under the branch, 'Dhai raced along the branch. A fat doe was pushing its calf to hurry it out of danger. A female yearling tried to get past them, was blocked, and reversed course to run back. She hadn't turned quickly enough.. 'Dhai dropped onto the young doe's back, grabbed on with all her claws, and bit into the back of the neck. The doe was already starting to run when 'Dhai landed. She got several lengths ahead before she collapsed. 'Dhai tore out her throat to be sure. The other nilgai galloped away from her, with the calf bawling at the top of his voice. 'Dhai licked at the blood in the neck until it stopped spurting out. Then, she dragged the nilgai into the forest away from the trail. The game would avoid that trail for a while, anyway; there was no reason to leave more scent to frighten them for longer. She tore the hide off a section of haunch and licked up the meat. One haunch satisfied her appetite. She'd save the rest for later. Even with a haunch gone, the nilgai weighed more than 'Dhai did. It took real effort to carry it up a tree and stash it in the crook where the trunk split into two branches. Although her stomach was full and she'd had all that exercise, 'Dhai still felt restless; and nothing she could do would relieve the itch. She padded into the forest towards the stream. She needed some water after her meal. After that, she would keep moving and find something else to distract her from the itch. She saw a dark shape padding silently upwind towards her. It walked as quietly as she did, not noisily like hoofed game. It was, however, black as the night -- unlike any animal she had ever seen. She turned to defend her catch. "I am Chirudhai," she said, "and that is my meat." "I did not come for your meat, 'Dhai," he answered -- she could tell now that she was facing a male. "I came for you." She faced the stranger while backing slowly towards the tree . He was larger than she, but many of her kills had been still larger. As he grew near, she could smell that he had a similar scent to hers, except male. When he came close and pushed forward his head to sniff at her, she swung a paw at him. He ducked back, but seemed to be laughing at her. She charged forward, and he avoided her. His swat, when it came was with his claws withdrawn. They circled; she feinted; he feinted; she attacked for real. Instead of dodging her, he caught her off-guard. He pressed her shoulders and forelegs to the ground. She expected him to do her serious injury with his teeth. Instead, he licked her from shoulder to tail with is rough tongue. She thrust up with her hind legs when he did that. He moved behind her while never quite easing the pressure on her shoulders. Then she felt him piercing her under her tail. She howled. He snarled and stroked in and out. She kept on howling, but found herself pushing back against him as he plunged in. The pain was real, but the itching had finally stopped. As he kept moving within her, a soaring pleasure overrode the pain. She screamed as the pleasure peaked. Then, he plunged into her more strongly than before and she felt him pulsing deep within her. Some part of her pulsed along with him as he roared his triumph. When he relaxed his grip on her, she turned around. Instead of attacking him, she licked his face. Not only had she had pleasure, her itch was gone. He licked hers in turn. Each took turns grooming the other for a while, but she had not had water since her meal. "I'm going for water," she said. She hoped he would stay until her return. "I'll come along," he said. He padded after her They were traveling downwind, and she heard the hoofed beasts galloping away before they came in sight of the pool. The black male made a low sound -- half cough and half growl. The galloping grew louder. "We'll have our drink in privacy," he said. And so it was. 'Dhai led the way to the wide stone just under the water which provided her with a perch from which to lap up the water without getting her paws muddy. The male drank beside her. they returned to the grassy bank for some more mutual grooming. When the male licked by her tail again, she turned from him and swished the tail out of his way. This time, the pain of his penetration was much less. This time the soaring pleasure was even greater. Afterwards, and after one more drink, she led him to her favorite rock. When the itch returned in the night, she nuzzled him. He came awake instantly and penetrated her moments later. When they lay back down on the rock, the night noises from the surrounding forest were slow in resuming. Their roars had been from private pleasure rather than from hunting triumph, but the smaller creatures went silent all the same. As the sky lightened, he groomed her again. Her roars when the pleasure peaked greeted the first visible edge of the sun. His followed moments later. When she groomed him in the full light of day, she saw that he did have rosettes. They were a faintly different black on his fur. He had seemed so strange when she first saw him; he seemed so familiar now. They spent the day after a morning drink on the rock. Sometimes they groomed or played; mostly they lay a little apart so that each could take the sun without the other's shade. When ever one initiated the joining, the other cooperated. It was a great day. The sun was sinking low in the sky when the male approached her again. 'Dhai was tired of this! She
swatted him across the muzzle. He drew back and looked at her. Then he took a deep sniff. He turned
around and padded off into the forest. 'Dhai was hungry. She went back to yesterday's nilgai for some
more meat. |
The end Dusk Hunt Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com 2010/03/11 For another story involving (non-human) animals, "Grass" The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |