Episode Four Mating

H azlan

I have no idea how many of her bones are broken. What I do know is that no matter how I proceed, it's going to be excruciating. Will I really be doing her any favors, keeping her alive for further abuse? I must try, though.

"You're being so good," I croon to her. "Just by the sound of your hums I can tell if you need my attention or if something hurts. I want you to promise to let me know if you're in too much pain. I'll stop what I'm doing."

She gives a hum I take as a yes. It's softer than the noises she was making only a few minutes ago. She's bleeding out right here, only inches from me.

This is a stupid idea. I was so young when I was stolen, I don't even know if my species mate by biting. How could my saliva possibly fix this? The poor female is dying.

She doesn't seem to mind my touch, and even though it won't work, it will give us both a shred of hope.

I slide closer to her until my furred front barely touches her back, careful not to touch the bleeding wounds on her buttocks. My cock hasn't gotten hard in weeks, but her naked little body rubbing against mine is doing its job.

"I'm going to touch your leg," I say as I put one finger on her hip, "to see if there are broken bones here."

Using the slightest pressure, skimming from hip to ankle, I encounter nothing that feels like a break.

"I think Joseph missed this leg. I'm going to lift it. Be sure to make a noise if it hurts too much."

Lifting her leg, I bend it at the knee and pull it toward me until her calf rests across my thigh. This opens her up so I'll be able to mount her from the rear. She sucked in a quick breath but didn't make another sound.

"You're doing so well, Lylah. We're going to manage this together, you and me."

Retracting my claws, I transport saliva from my mouth to her slit. If things were different, I would allow myself to relish these moments, to enjoy her taste as I bring my fingers back to my mouth for more moisture. I can't deny that even in my emaciated condition, I thought of burying myself in this sweet human whenever she ran through the commons.

Right now, though, our pleasure is the farthest thing from my mind.

"See? I'm getting you ready so I can slide in and prepare you for healing with as little pain as possible. Hmm?"

Lifting myself onto my elbow, I lean to look at her face. Her brown eyes are enormous in her bruised and aching face. Perhaps I need to talk more, reassure her.

"If things were different, Lylah, we'd be at the edge of a running stream in the middle of a warm spring day."

Somehow she manages to relax, so I keep talking as I try to make her slick enough to take my cock.

"We would have gone there to be alone when we did this. You would have held onto my shoulders as you rode my back while I flew you there. By the time we arrived, you'd be happy and laughing, but I'd already be looking at you with desire, ready to slide into the female I'd been dreaming about since I saw her."

"Hmm?"

She wants more of this. I can paint a better picture.

"I'm not the best with words." After brushing a lock of tangled hair from her brow, I watch how the moon reflects in her eyes which are almost closed in pain.

"I might have never told you how much you mean to me, or how I go to sleep thinking about you, then wake up and think of ways to make you happy. Mayhap we both know why we've raced to the stream today. We've realized how much we care about each other and want to share our bodies."

She sighs, as if this picture is as delicious to her as it is to me.

"Before I remove your clothes, though…" I spit on my fingers again and slide through her folds. If I'm not mistaken, somehow this poor female, so near death, has managed to produce slickness to help the process. "Before I take off your clothes, I work up the nerve to tell you how much I've grown to care about you."

"Ahh," she says, though there's barely any sound to the word.

"So your body is prepared for me when I slide between your thighs." I mimic what's going on in the story as I thrust from behind, wetting my shaft with her meager juices and adding my own pre-cum to the mix.

"And when you're ready, there in the warm sunshine with the stream trickling nearby, you hum."

I keep sliding forward and back, somehow coaxing her body to respond to me.

"Hmm."

"Then I place myself at your entrance and slide in."

It's not an easy entry. She's a small human and painfully thin, but I never push too hard. I just keep thrusting deeper and deeper, rocking gently, expecting nothing from her as she, by necessity, makes me do all the work.

"See? Beautiful Lylah on the lush bed of warm grass finally feels what it's like to have her proudborn male inside her. They both feel as if they've waited a lifetime for this."

As I paint this picture for her, I chide myself for the sheer audacity of saying such things. I've never been with anyone, male or female, but I've dreamed of it a thousand times. It feels somehow perfect to share my visions with the small, pale human.

Her "Hmm," sounds as enthusiastic as it can, considering her situation.

"And as I come, I'm going to mark my female. To bind us together forever."

My words stun me. If I didn't believe we'll both be dead by noon, I wouldn't do this. Wouldn't make this commitment, wouldn't promise her this. But it's not a commitment at all if we're both dead.

My body takes over. Never mind my own state of starvation, the freezing temperatures, the snow on the ground, or even that this poor female is in so much pain. I'm running on impulse as my hips piston, and I manage to come inside her warm channel.

I almost forgot my mission, perhaps because despite the despicable reason for our joining, it is still the high point of my miserable life. After my spasms fade and I've bathed her in the meager seed my ravaged body managed to produce, I lean over, say, "This will hurt," then clamp my fangs into her painfully thin shoulder.

She squeaks in pain. It's the most noise I've ever heard her make. Then something amazing happens. Her hips roll, thrusting back against me, and a moan forms in her throat. Soon, her moist tunnel grips my cock and spasms around it. Somehow, this delicate human, so close to death, reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

"Lylah," I moan as I release her and lick the wound I've inflicted, then start on all the places that evil male harmed her.

"Hazlan."