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Code-Shark — Some Alone Time
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H.M.S. Raven: Day 23 – Mandatory Vacation PeriodThe dim lights played over the inner hull of the ship casting shadows that danced across the floor and surrounding crates. It had taken her best tricks to keep Gus away from her inner sanctum, though not what was used to when dealing with her abilities to create, she was still quite proud of it. An array of various cushions covered the floor between the stacked crates, those she had covered in an assortment of red velvet cloth and several candles she had procured from storage. Over this she had draped a fine whisper silk cloth that caught the light, turning it inwards and creating a warm glow to ripple through the fabric.
Now all she had to do was bait her victim down here. What would normally be a simple task of reaching out and calling to him was made doubly hard with her lack of a voice. No. Other subtleties would have to serve here. Locating him in the kitchen galley she, began by doubling back, and setting out a fine trail of rose petals leading down to the hold. Care was required, though the wind was with her, keeping her scent off his sensitive nose.
Her trail established and with daylight giving way to full night Sirse slipped back into her sanctum and waited. It felt odd not being able to connect with her other side, as though being blind in one eye as well as mute.
Sirse’s hand moved to touch her throat, mute. Mute and powerless, and on vacation. Mandatory vacation for dereliction of duty. Emotional instability, rash decision making, and several other issues that had been generated over the last year. ‘Go and rest.’ Her employer had instructed her. ‘Then come back when you have a clear head. That’s an order.’
It had been almost a month at sea in the Caribbean shallows now, island hopping, diving, setting up tents on the beach when the ship was moored in a lagoon, or some cay that they had chanced upon. Sirse lay back and wondered, what was her employer doing right now? Probably getting himself into trouble without her. Probably doing half the things she had learned to warn him against. Probably- she let the thought slide away. You are supposed to be relaxing, she told herself. Still she found it hard to do, she still felt wound tight inside. She needed a distraction, now, this day more than any day.
She had almost forgotten it, so easy to do when adrift without purpose to drive her. Valentines Day, and it seemed her employer had not seen fit to furnish the ship with an excess of cards, or associated gifts for the occasion. Though, now that she though about it, he had never taken much liking to the holiday.
‘Bloody accursed day of days.’ She recalled him muttering as he busied himself with making a mess of the files on his desk. Files he had spent hours organizing before. ‘All went down hill when they stopped feeding people to the lions. Sirse – Make a note of that: Petition Mayor Lion Heart to reinstate feeding mammals to carnivores on such occasions as this.’
The thought made her smile. To this day she was not sure if he had been serious or not, though dutifully she had sent the appeal in. The response would have been funny, though the current mayor seemed to not find the subject of devouring other sentient mammals to be very amusing.
A sound of the stairwell’s floorboards creaking drew her attention from the past. Had he come at last?
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Gus paused at the doorway where the trail of rose petals ended. He knew she was there waiting for him behind the door. He could sense her through their connection. And for the second time in his life, he was far more scared than facing down Mab or a dozen of the spitting reptiles from Isla Nublar. In fact, if he had a choice, he probably would have preferred that than what he was about to do. He tugged at the collar of the suit he had chosen to wear for tonight's occasion.
He knew Sirse had been planning for this for some time. When she avoided him the whole day, he knew that he had to summon the courage tonight. His mind flashed back to an hour earlier...
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"Arie, I don't think this will work."
"Yes it will Dad! Trust me, she'll-"
"No, I mean, what if she says-"
"Then you have a backup plan, right?"
"..."
"Please tell me you have a Plan B, Dad," Arie pleaded with him as she facepawed herself.
"My Plan B was to step off the edge of the ship if she-"
"C'mon Dad! Grow a spine! You know she'll kill you first before you can even do that," she smirked. "She told me what you did with the needles on Isla Nublar. Seriously? And they think I'm a drama queen." She laughed at Gus' discomfort and shame at the memory when he had attempted to kill himself when he thought Sirse thought him to be insane.
"I've changed since then." he grumbled while nervously wringing his paws. "Maybe I should wait. After all, she planned everything for tonight, I shouldn't spoil it by-"
"Dad! Listen to yourself!" Aire grasped the front of his coat and pulled Gus down to her level. Caught off guard by the bunniger's strength, he nearly toppled over but managed to recover so that he was staring into his daughter's face. "How long have you known Auntie? You told me that you and her have been lovers in the past. And despite being separated by the queen, you still managed to find one another across dimensions. Do you know how incredibly romantic that is! Why, if my one true love had to search for me and crashed into our ship by accident..." Aire began to get a dreamy look on her face as she slipped into a fantasy.
"Well," Gus smiled as he straightened up and ruffled her head, "if he ever does crash into us, make sure he repairs the damages or else CS will never let me hear the end of it." He rearranged the suit and tie he wore and picked up the bouquet of poinsettias and the scrap of paper Arie had handed to him. He patted his pocket to make sure the package was still there.
"Now be sure to sing those lines as Francine cues the music. I've marked off where you come in and then...just let your heart speak."
"Young lady, how is it you know so much about romance?" Gus eyed her warily.
"Oh, my gosh! Look at the time! You know she hates to be kept waiting. C'mon, just follow the rose petals. And good luck!" Arie yelled as she pushed her father out the door of his room and locked the door behind him.
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"Well...here goes nothing." As he placed his paw on the doorknob. Just before he turned it, he whispered into his watch, "Francine, how are things on the bridge?"
"All is well, Master Ghrizzly," she responded into his earpiece. "If anything does come up, I will alert you and Mistress Sinclair."
"Alright then. Were you able to research the maritime law that I asked?"
"I was and if need be, since I am technically the Captain of the vessel, it is possible. We may need witnesses though."
"Can we use the interstellar radio to video-conference the Baron? He is aware of my plans since I asked him permission, he being the closest Sirse has to a family."
"It may drain some of our resources plus it may broadcast our presence to unfriendly beings. The Baron warned me to be wary around these waters."
"Francine, we're in interstellar space not on some ocean."
"Just some jargon I've managed to pick up, sir."
"Fine! Anyway, it's a formality only. She will have to agree to it as well."
"Aren't you stalling, sir?"
"What do you mean, Francine?"
"You've been standing at the door for the last five minutes and Mistress Sinclair is aware of that. The look on her face and the tempo of her paw-tapping indicates she is not happy."
"Very well, cue the music."
"For funeral or romance, sir?"
"Francine!"
"Just trying out my humour component, sir."
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Sirse waited impatiently for her lover to come through the door. She had been planning tonight's event for over a week. She had sworn Arie and Francine to silence as she had recruited their assistance on this project. Now, her fool of a bumbling mate was wasting time at the door. She had a mind to yank open the doorway, pull him through and into the pillows where she would teach him the error of making your date wait...and on this very night, too! She ran through the various bone-breaking techniques she could use on him. She knew he would heal very quickly. It was one of his damning irritable powers that had been awakened after they had visited Arctus Tor. She was perpetually frustrated that the marks she left quickly disappeared right after she placed them. She smiled evilly as she fantasized the ways she could hurt him. That is until a soft, romantic melody played on a piano accompanied by a guitar came through the ship's speakers. It washed over her and calmed her. Then, she heard the door open and Gus stepped through.
She prepared to chew him out but the sight of him made her stop. He had dressed formally for the occasion. In fact, the last time she had seen him wear the suit was when they had gone on their first date. The memory of the night came rushing back. The verbal sparring. The formal request of exclusivity by him. He had been quite forward, letting her know that he desired to know her more. The dancing, oh the dancing. And how he had been a gentlemammal all evening despite her pressing all his sexual buttons. The only time he had acted out of character was when she had applied all of her fey powers, hoping to break his resistance to her sexual charms. That had backfired for the both of them and she thought he was going to send her away, never to see her again. But, despite all of it, he had asked for forgiveness for being a brute even though she had caused it. Her heart melted and she could not remain mad at him. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, amazed that he still cared to remember that evening.
"Mon petit cheri, are you crying?"
She smiled at him as she signed back, "No, my dumb bear. Just some dust that got caught in my eye. You had better have a good explanation as to why you made me wait." she playfully scowled as she crossed her arms in fake irritation.
Gus looked at his mate. Sirse Sinclar, a four foot vixen with the most gorgeous tail he had ever seen on any mammal, who had come into his life at the same time as Arie did. She had helped him out of some temporal issues when he had misused CS' portable time portal, preventing what could have been a deadly time loop that could have brought all the worlds crashing down. He had made her his first and only model for his Static Cling camouflage dress that had been hugely successful with the military. He hadn't released the civilian version yet due to a clause in his contract with them but the windfall from the military product had been quite significant. A wardrobe malfunction had led him to offer dinner as a form of apology. That first date they had discovered many things about each other, and he had fallen in love with her that night. The next thing he knew was that he had been whisked away to an island of dinosaurs where they had been entrusted with a recovery mission. They had learnt even more about each other so much so that he asked her to be his mate at his beach cabana. They had made beautiful love underneath the stars. And that was when the old memories had started coming back. She had helped him deal with those memories which he now had learnt to accept. It was at the mission of Arctus Tor that his old powers had been revived which he had learnt to somewhat master at the Hogwarts School. But it was not until they had separated for close to a month did they realize that they had become bound to another, both spiritually and mentally. He literally could not live without her besides him. She had died right before his eyes and he had been inconsolable in his grief. After reviewing the tapes with her, CS and Francine, they discovered his healing power had reached out to her and brought her back. It had all been too much to process then and it still was. But one thing was sure. Although they were already mates, he hadn't taken the next step yet. Probably because just being a widower of two years, plus the added responsibility of being a foster father had made him think he did not want to add himself as a burden to her. But the events of the Death Star had crystallized his decision for him.
"Mi amor, you look so ravishing in your outfit, this evening. If I had known that was what you had in store, I would have been here five hours earlier," he said, waggling his eyebrows at her.
Her silent rebuke spoke many words and he grinned as she made the actions of tearing off his eyebrows. He loved to tease her in that manner.
"But the real reason I'm late was because I needed to prepare. First, allow me to present a bouquet of Winter Roses." He knelt on one knee as he held up the dozen poinsettias. "They were once considered by the Ancients as symbols of purity, and that is how I see you. Tu es mon âme sœur, mon unique amour. You are my soulmate, my one true love. And it's somewhat cheesy but I found something that describes my love for you. Francine, if you please?"
The AI began to play a melody and Gus began to sing:
Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
There was more to the song but Sirse had lost track of the words after the first chorus. Her mind was awhirl. How did he know that the poinsettias were her favourite? They had been her one source of comfort growing up alone in Arctus Tor without a mother, being trained as a weapon to hurt others. And the song. The verses talked about their love so perfectly, she wondered if the writer had a crystal ball to see into their lives. She realized that Gus had stopped singing. He seemed to be holding something out to her and speaking. She focused on his voice.
"Sirse Sinclair, ever since you came into this old bear's life, you have turned it upside down. I would not have it any other way. You are my light, my joy, my happiness and literally, my life. Although we are already mates, I realized I still need to ask you one more thing. Will you," drawing nearer as he opened the box in his paw and presented the shiniest gold ring she had ever seen, "do me the honour of being my wife and marry me?"
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Sirse fumbled for words. Her hands seemed to have turned to led and refused to work properly. Opening her mouth to speak, nothing came out despite several attempts. Finally, closing her mouth she settled on mouthing the words and signing out with trembling fingers. ‘Yes. Yes, I will.’
Tears that were rimming her eyes, spilled over and cascaded down her cheeks as she let him take her hand in his own, and sliding the ring onto her delicate finger. The gold shining there like a miniature star made her weep even more.
Months of anger and frustration that had been building in her ebbed away in the moment, all her doubts and conflicting feelings evaporated around her. He, he had asked and she had made her choice. It did not matter any longer what her employer thought, or wanted of her, she was free to choose and she had made up her mind. Signing the words again. ‘Yes. Yes. Yes.’ Sirse let herself fall into her lovers arms, savoring the comfort she felt there as his massive arms came around to embrace her in a bear’s hug.
For a long time she stood there on tip toes pressing herself to him and cursing that she was not tall enough to properly embrace him. The thought made her laugh, or would have, instead she contented herself with smiling up at him before wiping the tears from her eyes, only for more to come. Angrily she tried to brush them away, but more came to take their place. Giving up any attempt at controlling their flow, she instead shifted her gaze to the ring Gus had given her.
With her off hand she began to sign clumsily, ‘I – I’m sorry – it is – beautiful.’ She held out her hand for him to examine.
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"Nothing in this universe can compare to your beauty, mon petit cheri," Gus declared, taking her paw in his and kissing the back of it. Sirse blushed uncontrollably, keenly aware of her mate's affection for her and how deep his love ran. She was uncomfortable, feeling like a young schoolgirl in the presence of her first love all over again. His marriage proposal, his declaration of love, his loving words: they threw her emotional state off balance. She was not used to feeling like this. She thought of using her fey power to regain control of her emotions but for once, she realized, she did not want to be. She instead expanded her powers to reach out to his, seeking the connection that they shared. Since her 'death', she had been focusing on strengthening the bond. She recalled that when they had been 'connected', their combined powers had exponentially increased. It had been greater than any she had seen, even when she was a young pup learning how to handle her power under the tutelage of Mab. Something told her that they might need it someday.
She drew closer to him, pressing herself against his massive chest. She opened her mind to the universe, drawing from the very aether itself, and lightly touched his mind, teasing, flitting in and out like a shadow. She heard him rumble in pleasure, a low growl reverberating deep within him. He sought her cheek with his paw, capturing her lips with his own, crushing them in his ardour as she pressed back just as hard. A fire was running through her body, igniting all her senses, demanding more from her lover. Her paws gasped at his clothing, fumbling for the buttons of his shirt till she reached her prize. She raked his chest fur with her claws, not hard enough to draw blood but to make the skin prickle.
"Careful, amor," Gus murmured, "you don't want a repeat of the hot tub incident, do you?" he chuckled.
Sirse did not reply except to nibble on his exposed neck, leaving little love bites as she quickly divested him of his jacket and shirt. One paw traveled southwards to caress his hardened member though his pants while the other reached to unbuckle his belt. Although she was quite skilled with her paws, she still had trouble removing it and expressed her impatience by slicing the offending piece with a claw. Smirking, she latched onto the scruff underneath his neck with her jaws as she jammed her paw into his pants, seeking the prize she longed for.
Panting, Gus stood up, picking her up as he lurched towards the pile of pillows in the corner that she had arranged for exactly the purpose she had planned. He hobbled forward as his pants fell to his knees, his mate's paw firmly grasping him as she continued her assault on his senses. Her fey power washed over him as he in turn used his to try to capture it hers in a dazzling dance of magical auras. At the same time, her special scent had spiked and flooded his nose, turning his brain into mush as instinct took over.
He dropped her unceremoniously onto the large pile. She silently giggled as she bounced once while watching him hungrily through her amber predatory eyes, waiting like a coiled snake for his next move. He quickly shucked off his pants but instead of removing his underwear, he leaned over her, his forhead touching hers as he whispered, "You are overdressed, my dear. This will not do."
Leering at his lover, he removed her top with a flick of a sharp claw as she inhaled sharply. Frowning, she signalled, "That was my favourite top!"
"My apologies, mi amor but it's in the way. When we get back, I'll get you as many suits that you want. I want to taste the nectar of the gods and this," snickering as he slipped her bikini bottom off her pert rear, "is keeping me from reaching heaven."
Sirse shivered expectantly at his words. Gus knew how to please her and it made him happy when she was. He was quite adept with his large tongue and she had been brought to many shattering orgasms by it. Plus, when he chose to let his dominant side out, it added the extra spice she craved for. He spread her legs and held them apart as he gazed at her moist sex with a hunger she had never seen before. "Get on with it!," she signed after a few seconds, "you're driving me crazy!"
"Tut, tut, my dear Sirse," he shushed, not letting his gaze waver, "Let's not be uncouth here. You are my fine wine to be drunk and as any connoisseur knows," taking a deep breath as he inhaled the aroma from within her, "one does not just gulp wine. One smells its fine, heady, musky aroma first. Then, one takes little sips, like this," lowering his head as he nibbled on her inner thighs, placing delicate kisses near her moist lips eliciting a groan from her. "You then roll it around a bit in your paw," making her inhale sharply as he played with her wetness, "and only then do you taste it." He held her legs apart so that they were near her chest, exposing her totally to him as he slowly swiped his broad tongue from her anus to her button and then thrust it into her opening, using it as if it were his member. He let go of her legs allowing them to fall onto his shoulders as he reached for her ample bosom to tweak her now hardened nipples.
The stars exploded in her head as the first of many crescendos came crashing down on her. She cupped his paws on her aching breasts, hanging on for dear life, as he continued his assault on her lower slit. He did not let up, using his tongue to explore her inner being, his teeth to nibble her skin and the constant pressure of his muzzle on her love button soon brought her to the second wave. She reached out to tug his ears in order to signal him to slow down but instead of doing so, he flipped her over so that her rear was sticking up into the air and he grasped her by the base of her tail, the other paw squeezing her buttock cheek while he continued to eat her out. The oral assault soon had her reaching her third plateau in less than ten minutes and she silently screamed into the pillow.
Gus backed off and joined her on the pile. He held her so her back was to him as he gently caressed her quaking body. "I guess I overdid it, eh?" licking her juices from his muzzle while leaning over to look into her eyes. "I just really missed being able to do this ever since we got back from that mission. I wasn't sure if you could handle it."
Sirse fought to breathe while allowing her thoughts to catch up with her racing heart. She realized it had been some time since they made love. Previous to their separating, they had been like young kits in love, doing it almost every day in every way possible. But when he and CS had rescued her from the Death Star, Gus had been reluctant to pursue anything physical and she had not pushed him either. She had been too focused on her debriefings and catching up on missed paperwork and by the time she got home, she had been too tired and her body was still taking its time to recover from her near-death experience. There was also the fact she was unsure how Arie would feel about their constant lovemaking. She filed it as an aside for now, determined to have a talk with the young bunniger, now that she was going to be in their lives more permanently. She knew she could not replace her real mother. She only hoped Arie would see her as someone who cared and loved her a lot. But for now, she had other more pressing matters to attend to as she felt her passion return for her bear. She turned in his arms and faced him. Kissing him on the lips, she signed, "I wasn't sure myself but I also missed this. Us." She caressed his chest and snuggled closer to him. "I want to try something, my bear. Do you trust me?"
"I do, mon petit cheri. I always will." caressing her back as they lay on their sides. "What are you planning to do?"
She raised both paws and placed them on either side of Gus' head. He watched as she closed her eyes and concentrated.
"Can you hear me, my love?" came Sirse's voice from inside his head.
"I can, amor," said Gus, "although I'm worried how you will feel afterwards. The last time you did this, you had a horrible headache afterwards."
He heard her chuckle. "True, but then, we never had fully bonded previously. Try thinking your answer instead of talking. You'll see what I mean."
"You mean like this?"
"Yes. Did you see how effortless that was? Do you remember when we touched each other on the Death Star when we fought the clone? We connected instantly and we were able to use our combined powers to almost defeat him. Unfortunately, it was our first time and we were both very weak so we were not able to deliver the killing blow."
"I see. I do like the fact that I can hear you speak, even though it's only inside my head. You have the most melodious voice that I've ever imagined."
"Flatterer," she grinned. "However, this is not the experiment I wanted to try. Remember making love in the tea house? That was when I first suspected something. We had joined our consciousness then and it made our lovemaking blissful. I-I'd like to do that again."
Hearing her hesitate made Gus frown. "I'd love it if we could but why are you hesitant?"
"There is some risk involved. Sometimes, when caught up in the throes of passion, a weaker mind can get lost in the stronger one and the mammal never returns. Eventually, both suffer, one remaining in a zombie-like state, the other goes crazy because of the two minds residing in one body."
"I see. I don't like that prospect myself. What about this Tibetan lore that I came across? It speaks of an altered state where the soul/spirit separates from the body and travels across dimensions? Would that be possible now that we're connected?"
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‘There are stories.’ Sirse’s voice whispered in his ear. ‘And then there are Stories. And my employer has spent his life gathering Stories. I, he, never showed you The Archive, perhaps one day I will.’
A slow pressure was beginning to build in the back of her mind, nothing that would slow her down but she could sense it like a shadow on the edge of light. Ignoring the sensation she pressed on.
‘Merging of minds, touching minds, so long as the other is willing, so long as you hold nothing back, the danger should be minimal.’ She focused on her lover, blotting out all other sensations and let the world slowly dissolve and go dark. ‘Feel me. Here only me. And let use be as one.’
With a will of effort she focused on drawing her lover’s mental consciousness into her own. Forming a link for which he would be able to venture into her mind, though careful to limit how far he would travel. Carefully she envisioned mists, walls of fog to mask her older memories, create soft barriers to hide away the bulk of three hundred years of feelings, as to let her him experience the moment, this moment. The last year in which they had met and had become so much more.
She knew just what she wanted then. With another investment of will she called forth the memory of the world and let it fall into place around them.
Sandy beaches stretched up and down the coast in serpentine patterns, creating small coves that wrapped around each other from view, aided by the ever present palm trees that swayed in the nights breeze. Dusk had just set on the island, and the villagers had just lit the torches that dotted the island resort. A singularly large bungalow with several smaller buildings resided a short walk up the beach, where the nights party had just begun. A celebration was in progress, and mammals of all variety were in attendance, dressed in brightly colored shirts and sporting floral necklaces they danced about to the sound of fire and music.
Sirse let her feet sink into the sand, it was cool to the touch, wet as sand is between the waves, even the little grains ground and stuck between her toes. She did not need to turn to know that he was there beside her, standing in the surf just a few feet away. Probably drinking in the world of her creation.
Slowly she turned to face him and smiled. Standing knee deep in an inbound wave his deep brown fur was almost glowing with a golden aura of invisible energy. Clad in a loose fitting pare of shorts and a button down shirt spread wide to open his chest she drank in his presence. He had never looked more beautiful to her than in that moment and she found herself advancing to meet him, wading up to her hips in the surf to embrace him.
The sensation of the island’s environment was shocking to her as the cool water touched her bathing suit, soaking up the water and chilling the fiery longing that had been awoken between her legs. Senses on edge she reached out and took one of his paws, drawing his attention down to her, and spoke.
‘Hello Gus.’ Sirse felt her lips move for the first time in a very long, long, time. ‘Welcome to my world.’
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The bear had been distracted by the wondrous world he was in. He gazed in wonder as the numerous unfamiliar stars twinkled a greeting to the visitor, shining magnificently bright. To Sirse, he looked like a little cub inside a candy store, gazing at the numerous sweet treats in front of him. She laughed as she reached out for his paw, catching his attention.
Gus looked down at the dainty little fox who had agreed to become his wife. Even though he had been entranced by the newness of the world he found himself in, he could not tear his eyes away from her amber ones. He was surprised she was garbed in the bikini he thought he had ruined but, even more so, by the golden aura that shimmered about her. He was startled when she spoke, unused to hearing her voice.
"Mon dieu! You can speak!" bending down to be at her level only to be further surprised when she floated up so she was eye level to his eight foot frame.
"Of course, my love," she smiled, reaching out a paw to caress his muzzle, "after all, in this state where our spirits are separate from our physical form, anything is possible. The laws of physics do not apply here and all that limits you is your imagination."
"Well, that is quite fortunate, then, mi amor. I promised you a night of dancing and although we are not properly dressed for it," grinning, as he caught her paw and brought her floating body closer, "I think I can make a few alterations...thusly!"
Sirse looked down and saw she was now wearing a black evening dress without sleeves which nicely contrast with her red fur. Looking up, she realized Gus had changed into a tuxedo, sharply pressed so that the creases looked like they could slice through fruit. She could not tear her gaze away from him as he bowed to her.
"Milady, would you honour me with this first dance as husband-and-wife-soon-to-be?"
"As always, your charm is irresistible, my bear. I like the outfit you picked for me. I'd like to have a real one made when we get back."
"Of course, amor. I'll have Francesca prepare the sketch and it will be ready by the time we get back. But for now, your presence is required on the dance floor."
Gus drew Sirse closer to his chest as he flew with her across the sky in an aeronautical display of acrobatics, twirling, spinning, dipping underneath each other's forms. The only music they heard was the one in their heads, their gazes unwavering from each other. They continued to float until they landed back on the beach. Sirse leaned in to kiss Gus on the lips as she continued to float.
"That was delightful, love. But now I feel overdressed so..." she smirked as she returned to wearing her bikini. Gus looked down and saw he was also clad in the shirt and shorts. "Now, since it is still Heart's Day back on the ship, it's my turn to return the favour," she said as she pushed Gus back onto a couch that appeared behind him. She quickly divested him of his shirt and ran her claws through his chest fur. "Relax, my husband-to-be," she whispered in his ear, "and trust in me. I have everything in paw." she chuckled as she reached down to fondle his emerging member. Gus gasped, breath hissing as she expertly fondled him through his shorts.
"You are too good to me," he managed to moan as she clutched his organ with her silky paws, slowly rubbing them up and down his shaft. She smiled at his words as she gently rubbed his engorged scrotum. "You haven't see anything yet, my prince," she teased as she greedily licked her lips at the sight before her. Her two paws barely covered his fully engorged member yet she loved how full he made her feel when they made love. When he was inside her, his cock completely filled her up, stretching her sex to its fullest, creating sensations she had never dreamt of before. Despite their obvious size difference, she had used her fey magic and experience to adjust to their torrid lovemaking sessions. She craved him now, after months of abstinence, desiring to make up the missed times. She bent her head to take the tip of the head in her mouth, tasting him as she swirled her tongue around it. She heard him groan as his claws scraped the wood of the couch.
"No fair..." he managed to stutter. "You are too good at what you do."
She did not answer except to engulf as much of his cock down her throat, wrapping it in wet heat. She bobbed her head up and down several times until she felt him building up to an explosion. She reached for his paw and placed it on top of her head as she dived to swallow his essence. He held her head down as his seed exploded down her throat. Sirse was prepared this time and held her breath as she swallowed his salty cum tinged with notes of brie cheese. She was surprised at the amount but allowed Gus to hold her down until he finally finished. As she lifted her head, she gave the head a final lick, eliciting shivers from her lover.
"By the gods, you cleaned me out," Gus husked as he recovered from her efforts.
"I hope not," she smirked, "we haven't gotten to the good part yet."
"You will be the death of me, cheri," chuckled Gus as he lifted her to his chest, laying her across so he could gaze into her face. "You know," as he brushed a stray bang from her face, "who would have thought it would take a shark to introduce us to each other. Two beings from separate yet similar dimensions, finding love across timelines. At times, I feel like I'm in a dream. And yet, if it is a dream, I would never want to wake up from it. You are too precious to lose. I would not know how to deal with losing you. I thank you for coming into my life. It has been the better for it."
"Shush, love," she said, pressing a digit to his lips. "I would normally blush at your words of love but I desire you now. Please, take me, the way you did at The Underbelly. Less talk, more action or else you will have a very cross vixen on your hands and you know I can hurt you." she warned with a twinkle in her eyes.
"As you wish, mi amor."
Before she could remonstrate him for the cheesy line, she yelped in surprise, as she found herself face down on the couch, her rear raised on pillows that suddenly appeared. Her arms were pinned above her head as Gus held her down. He used his other paw to bring her closer and held her tail away from her rear to give him a clear view of her exposed sex. Not saying anything, he used his free paw to insert a digit inside while another digit played with her love button. She twisted her rear, trying to get more of him inside her, whimpering as she did.
"That's not enough! Please, Gus, I want you inside now!"
"I have to prepare the way, mon petit cheri," he chuckled. "What kind of gentlemammal would I be if I just ripped right through?"
"I don't want a gentlemammal. I want my beast! Please, take me!"
"In a moment, amor," as he inserted a second and third digit, stretching her out more. He was rewarded by her sex clamping down like a vise as he gently pistoned his fingers and played with her clit.
"Gus, you are driving me mad here. Do it now or else-aaaahhhhh!"
Gus did not let her finish her sentence as he immediately thrust into her, using both paws to roughly slam her backwards, impaling her onto his cock. He bent over her and twisted her head so that he could lick her muzzle. "You were saying?" he chuckled as he began a slow thrusting motion with his hips.
Sirse was in heaven. Her mind was numb with the combined pain and pleasure she was feeling. Her training automatically kicked in as she began the faey enchantment so that he would not rupture her with his large cock. She had never told him that it was necessary for her to do this. She knew if she did, he would hesitate and hold back. And she did not want that. She never felt more alive and in love when he took her in this manner, unleashing his baser side to engage in rough, animalistic sex. He was par excellence as a gentle lover but her faey side sought the hard pounding only he could give when he was in his primal mode. Once her spell started to take effect and she was able to accommodate his length and girth, she reached up, grabbing the skin around his neck to bring his muzzle closer as she bit into it.
"Harder!" she commanded, sending out her faey power to help him to unleash his inner beast.
Gus was aware of what she was trying to do, feeling her power touch his mind. He merely grunted, giving in to her wishes. He knew that she would be sore the next day but she never complained. He had tried to deny her once and it had only ended up with him on his back, being ridden by her as if there was no tomorrow. She had been angry and although the sex had been fantastic, he had been unable to walk the next day because she had been insatiable and relentless. In the end, he had grown to understand she sought the rough part of lovemaking because it was part of her faey nature. The incident had never been repeated.
Gus straightened his back as he gripped her shoulders and began to thrust harder into her. He let the primal beast loose, the one he kept tightly locked in a cage, allowing him to dictate the tempo. His logical side noted the increasing frequency of her mewling squeals as he thrust deeply into her, signalling her first orgasm. She screamed his name, as her sex gripped him tightly. His left paw shot out, holding her head down, as his hips continued to slam into her rear while his right paw her her tail by the base, using it like a joystick to guide his cock into her vagina.
Sirse was unable to move at this point. She wanted to thrust back into her bear but because of his death grip on her tail, she could not move her hips and she was barely able to breathe as his paw pressed her face into the pillows. Her brain was short-circuiting, unable to speak as she lost track of the number of times she came. Her body felt like it was on fire as Gus continued pounding into her. She felt another peak building up just as she sensed Gus' shortness of breath as he approached his own climax. She felt the pressure on her head and tail disappear as both his paws grasped her sides. His claws were extended, digging into her fur, forcing her body to be driven harder and deeper onto his member. She just managed to grip the sides of the couch fearing she would be thrown off when she heard him roar as he came. As his semen filled her to the brim, he clamped onto her shoulder with his jaws, marking her. This caused her to climax as well, the intensity of it making her faint.
Sirse woke up to feel Gus' tongue lovingly licking the bite mark on her shoulder while he groomed her fur. They were back on the Raven II, both of them lying on their sides on the pillows. She was still impaled on his cock as he did not soften right away and she had told him she preferred he stayed inside her as long as he could. She sighed in contentment as she twisted her head so she could kiss him.
"Thank you, my bear. I needed that." she signed.
"That truly was an amazing experience, being connected in mind as we made love," Gus commented. "I guess our bodies decided to join in as well," he chuckled. "That was pretty intense session. I've never come so much. And I'm amazed I'm still hard," giving a little thrust into her as he did. She yelped in surprise and reached back to twist his ear.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, I'll behave." he yelped through the pain.
Sirse huffed at him playfully but she did not let him withdraw, reaching back to make sure he got the message. She also had not told him that she had asked Francine to slip some aphrodisiac medicine into the food she prepared for him. At the beginning of the voyage, she had made him promise that he would relax along with her as this was their mandated vacation, leaving the cooking to the AI. Her other reason was when they had been at The Underbelly, she had read about the tale of Ombwa and Gerrell's nightlong honeymoon that extended all the way to midday the following morning. It had been a simple matter of researching the formula that the shamans had used (plus an innocent trip using CS' temporal machine had helped as well) and she had brought it with her, aware that they needed to make up for their lost time. She was also aware Gus had been very wary about instigating sex due to incident at the Death Star. She smiled inwardly at her plan, using Gus' desire to keep his promises to her against him.
"Well, since you're still hard, it's a shame to see it go to waste. Why don't you lie back and let me do the work this time?" she signed.
"I'd like nothing better than that. However," he pointed to stomach as it growled, "I think I have to feed this or else it will keep interrupting us." he snickered.
"Nonsense, do you think I don't have that covered? One second while I...rotate." she groaned, turning in his lap as she signed. Once she faced him, she sighed as fell onto his chest, using his fur to keep her warm. "Now, be a dear, and slowly make your way to the side table over there. I had Francine prepare repast for us along with water. I am quite thirsty. Oh, and if you slip out of me, I will break the fingers of your paw."
Gus grinned at her threat but decided it wasn't worth trying to call her bluff. He placed a kiss on her forehead as he slowly stood up, keeping her body close to his. He shuffled over to the side table where he sat down, managing to keep them connected while marvelling that he hadn't softened yet. Knowing his vixen, he had a suspicion that she had something to do with it.
He reached over to lift the cover off the tray. He saw fresh oysters, almonds, dark chocolate, asparagus spears, avocados, celery, figs, chili peppers, sweet potato fries, and pomegranate. Their drinks were young coconuts opened at the top with their water still inside. As for dessert, the AI had prepared vanilla ice cream sprinkled with cinnamon.
"Really, Francine?" he asked, speaking into the intercom. "I just proposed to her. And you've already prepared food that are known as natural aphrodisiacs."
"As per my research, isn't it the tradition to present the bride and groom with these so that they can have a good honeymoon?" spoke the AI.
"For one, we aren't married yet. So we aren't on our honeymoon. And, two, these are fresh items. How did you know to have these ready?"
"Master Gus, you of all people should know that I have been programmed to be prepared for whatever situation arises. Since you had me send you the ring when you were at the beach plus our itinerary meant that we would be spending Heart's Day in space, it did not take me long to deduce the high probability of Mistress Sirse saying yes given your relationship with her. Thus, these items have been in the blast freezer since we took off. Mazel tov!"
"Remind me to reprogram your humour component," Gus grumbled as he reached across the table for some napkins and cutlery. "What about the fresh strawberries and cream for my bride-to-be? That was supposed to be my other Heart's Day gift to her."
"I'm afraid Mistress Sirse convinced me to let her have them early in the journey."
"I'm surrounded by schemers and-urk!" Gus gasped as Sirse dug a paw into his ribs while squeezing down on his organ.
"Stop whining and accept the fact that the women have you outnumbered. Now, are you going to take care of me or do I have to threaten you with dire consequences?" Sirse asked with her paws, an eyebrow arched threateningly.
Faced with a beautiful naked vixen who literally had him in a deathgrip, Gus raced his paws in surrender, smiling as he did. "No, mon petit cheri, no need for violence. Again, my apologies."
"Francine," he called out, "we may be here for some time. Please let Arie know her Aunt Sirse has agreed to be my wife. Also, please shoot off a quick message to CS advising him of this. We will discuss the wedding ceremony after," looking at his fiancée with a twinkle in his eye, "she has her fill of the food and me."
On the bridge, Arie smiled as she heard her father yelping in pain. "When will he learn to keep his muzzle shut?" she asked no one in particular. She was going to have a mother soon. Sirse, who although was not her natural birth mother, spent more time with her than her birth mother ever did. And had protected her despite being injured. She loved her dearly. She wondered if anything would change.
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The Raven II glided over the Ethereum, the eternal sea of stars parting before the ships prow as the winds carried the sleek ship over the invisible currents. Solar sails rippled gently as arrays caught the light from the stars, fueling the ships reactor with a steady hum that reverberated through the ship. A lone figure stood grasping the polished railing of the wooden sail ship, Arie looked out over the stars. Closing her eyes, the bunny tiger hybrid let the wind catch her ears, sending her already tussled hair flapping behind her. She had never seen anything like this before, and she doubted she would ever see its like again. It was oddly tranquil here, and after all the chaos her life had been through until now she had forgotten how much she missed this feeling.
A low bugling noise, low and mournful came from somewhere to the port of the ship causing Arie to start from her day dream. Racing over the deck to the other side she looked out over the railing her senses straining to pick up the noise again. To her surprise she need not have tried very hard as the source of the noise came right up to the ship. The creatures was massive, at least five times their ship in length, their massive bodies were a deep blue that almost made them invisible against the stars, save for their dulled underbellies. Long flipper like protrusions extended from the creature at regular intervals and moved lazily propelling the creature forwards.
Marveling at the sight of them Arie tired to put words to them, if anything they looked like some kind of deep sea whale, though much larger than any she had seen in the Museum of History. There was a soft of graceful beauty to them, and as she reached out her paw to wave she swore that one of them twitched its flipper back. Smiling, she watched as they vanished, slowly plunging deeper into the Ethereum below. Were they hunting, Arie wondered looking at their teardrop shaped bodies until they vanished from sight, maybe giant squid.
Her gaze lingering where the whales had been, Arie let out a long sigh. As much as she loved the cruse that her father had insisted she come on, she was beginning to become restless. She missed the company of the other mammals at school, the buzz of conversation, and the constant goings on. A little shocked to admit it, Arie felt her massive arms close around herself in a hug, one hand moving to caress the ring of scars around her neck. Bad memories. The joy of the moment dulled, as the quiet of the ship began to sink in. Yes, she had Gus and Sirse, but they were more for each other now. Not that she blamed them, adults were always like that. She did have Francine, but the AI was more of a nanny than anything else.
On a whim, her gaze fell on one of the ships long boats. The idea was laughable at first, though she found herself pulling the storm cover off of it anyways. Running a hand over its side she wondered what it would be like to be a space pirate, to take her small ship out into the stars and fight braggards with steel in hand. Arie let the dream pass, shaking her head she pulled the storm cover back on, wishing that she had been able to convince her father to put into port somewhere. For a little while anyway, just enough time to stretch her legs.
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Below decks, Sirse licked the sweet from her lip allowing herself to relax, something she had not done in ages. Her once tense body now lay limp with exertion and having been well fed, treated by her engaged, she let herself slump into his embrace. ‘Thank you.’ She signed, her exhausted body making the effort of will to form the words with her fingers. Even after he had slipped from insider her, Sirse could still feel the warmth of his seed burning deep within her body.
Head pillowing on his chest she contented herself to listen to his hear beat, a great steady drum that beat out its rhythm for her ears alone. Eyes half closed she smiled looking at the ring on her finger, a beautiful thing that caught the light at just the right angles, sending her heart dancing again. ‘Mine.’ She smiled and ran a paw over her lover’s chest, she wanted to do more for him, wanted to roll him over so she could dance on his back, using her toes to massage away the knots there as she had done when they were first joining.
Putting forth an effort of will she tried to rise only to have her body collapse before she had made any headway. Their joining had taken its toll on her, both physically and mentally. The art of drawing his mind into an illusion of her creation had been a wonderous experience, allowing her to bond with her lover in a way they had not experienced before. It had come at its own cost though, and Sirse was grateful her lover was too preoccupied to have noticed. Her aching tail was testament to that enough. Gingerly she gave it a twitch, just to be sure that it had not been pulled off her rum in his passion. Her inner fey’s needs satisfied had retreated letting her enjoy the moment without a burning desire that clawed at her mind, needing to be let out.
Rational though slowly crept back in, as she let herself rise and fall on her lover’s chest. She knew she would be sore after this session, very sore. Though it was not the pain between her legs that kept her from sleep. Fingers brushing her nose, she made sure the bleeding had stopped, as she brushed away the remnants of the dried evidence. The winter season was fading and with it her ability to tap into her inherent fey nature. She would have to start being careful again, as even the best mental conditioning could not keep the headaches at bay indefinably. Eventually she would have to pay the piper, and she suspected this bill would be one to remember.
Not wanting to distract her lover, she slipped such thoughts from her mind. Something she had learned how to do at the behest of her employer. ‘Your mind should not be an open book for the world to read.’ He had told her when he had begun the mental exercise lessons. ‘There will be times when you must learn to quiet your mind, even from me.’
An idea came to her just as she felt Gus’s subtle probe, and breaking his concentration she grasped the ruff of his neck fur, giving it a gentle tug to get his attention.
‘My bear, I was…would you, would you like to see the bazar, the markets here?’
Carefully she slipped her thoughts to the moon sized market of Cressentra.
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A young deer walked in, eating the rose petals as she went. She delicately picked each one off thee floor and put it in her mouth, savoring it as if it were the most delicious of treats.
Sirse slapped her forehead. She had seen the deer earlier wandering around the beach. Fur the color of sand, her slender frame accented by a deeper brown one-piece. She was just busty enough to worry about selecting a bra soon.
'And deers like eating rose petals!' she thought, 'STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!'
She wondered how much of her carefully laid trail was destroyed, or if Gus would ever find her now.
"Oh pardon me," she said shyly, "I didn't know this ship was occupied. Someone was sloppy and left rose petals all over the beach. I just had to clean them up and eat them."
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Sirse, swatting her head, tried her best not to give the deer an exasperated look, opened her mouth to speak, closed it again, and rolling over retrieved from her night stand a note book and pencil. Scribbling out her response she passed the note over to the stranger.
'Yes, this boat is occupied. By several mammals, and, though I appreciate your diligence in cleaning up the beach, those petals were...for another.'
Taking a moment to slip into a robe as to conceal her rather seductive lingerie Sirse leaned against the ships bulkhead.
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She blinked as she read the note.
"Oh my," she replied, "I'm so sorry. They were just lying on the beach looking so tasty. Is your friend another deer?"
Sirse scribbled on the pad once more.
"Him?" she asked, "He doesn't seem... like the rose type... Not that I know him that well... I don't know where to get any more of those at this hour. Perhaps there is some other way I can make this up to you?" She paused before she blinked and added, "Where are my manners? I'm Queue Rouge. You are?"
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Queue Rouge, Sirse made a mental note to remember that name. Though the night was not going anywhere near expected she decided it best to roll with the punches and try to make the most of it. Tugging on her bath robe Sirse fumbled with her note pad. 'Sirse Sinclair. It is a pleasure to meet you. Though the timing is a little off.'
Passing the note over she scribbled a second piece. 'I do not think there are any shops open this late. But you could always try in the morning.'
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"If I should bump into Gus wandering around the beach, should I... mention something to him?" she asked hopefully. After all, she did mess up the plan in spite of her lack of malice and dearly wished to do something to help.
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Lionheart is still mayor? Or would you be referring to my OC, Kimba Lionheart, the son of Theo, who took up the position of mayor after his father failed?
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I am not sure at this point, though I will keep the time line open.
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Ah, that simple subtle romance, flowers, roses and seductive lingerie on a small vixen. 
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Thank you, she is hoping Gus will feel the same.
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You are welcome again, my friend. ^^
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Thank you, she is hoping that Gus will appreciate her choice of outfit too.
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Sailing in the Caribbean? I do hope that is Gus.........and not a.......pirate.😳
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Lol, one can only hope. It would be very awkward to be waiting for your lover only to have a pirate show up instead. O.O
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good morning Code-Shark, nice story, she's very hot, her pose is good ^^.
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Good morning, and thank you I wanted to give her a seductive posture.
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Thank you, you should see her when she really goes for the seductive lingerie.
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Thank you, its all about posturing.
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