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Subject: Journal Entry 158 / 0192 [ Travelling by Water ]
Date: 11 Feb 1996 20:52:32 GMT
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Erwer, Cerim 11, 0192
The first hint I had of her was her scent, wafting over the
warm wind at my back, then combined with the sound of soft-running
feet over the light-pounding surf. Then finally her voice. "Ken!"
I stopped and turned. "Come on, lady. Catch up with me."
M'Ress closed the distance between us in a casual jog and said,
"You wandered away. The Herrych household is throwing this party
specifically for you, Ken."
I smiled, wryly. "It's funny-- everybody knows how much I
dislike big parties."
She took my arm and led my further down the beach away from the
party. "I figured that was why you left," she purred softly,
laying her head against my arm briefly, brushing my skin with her
fur. "I love you, Ken."
I let go of her arm so I could wrap mine around her shoulders.
"Even after P'nyssa?"
"Maybe because of P'nyssa." We walked further, the sound of
the ocean gentle in my ears. Pendorian nights can be wonderfully
romantic at times, with the soft-lit land and clear, starlit sky.
M'Ress continued, "When you and I were living together, something
about it didn't seem right. We weren't roommates enough. We lived
together because we thought that's what people who have sex as
often as we did are supposed to do. P'nyssa made me realized that
I didn't have to live with you to love you."
"Your own daughter could have told you that!"
"No, not the way P'nyssa showed it to me. I told her to move
in with you, to 'take my space,' so to speak, but I still resented
it. It took two or three years to learn how I didn't need to sleep
next to you to love you... or make love to you."
I gave her a quick squeeze about the shoulders. "It took me a
while to adjust, too."
"But you still did things," she said. "You were still going
out, making friends."
"Yeah, but I didn't really understand why, M'Ress. I feel a
little guilty because sometimes I feel like I mistreated a few
people along the way."
"Did you?"
"They don't think so. But that doesn't change the way I feel
about my treatment of them."
"Your standards change, Ken."
"No, that's not it," I sighed. "We've walked pretty far... do
you want to head back?"
"Let's sit," she replied. "You want to talk and I want to
listen."
We sat in the sand, she by my side. "No, Ress, I backslid."
She waited. "I think I've always had these standards. I just
didn't know how to express them. And because I couldn't express
them properly, maybe I misinterpreted them sometimes, or ignored
them. I think that's called maturity."
She smiled, her slitted eyes dazzling in the starlight. "I
don't think it matters," she replied, purring. "You never treated
anyone I knew with anything less than the utmost of respect."
- - -
"Did I?" I said, wondering. "I hope so."
"You've managed quite a lot in your last century, Ken. I don't
think you have anything to be ashamed of at all."
"Not even my... ?"
"Not even your suicide attempt." She laughed, a surprisingly
threatening sound if you haven't lived with Felinzi enough.
"Listen to me. Who am I to be giving you advice?"
I put my hand on her shoulder and slowly pulled her closer.
"You were my first lover, M'Ress. You're still one of my absolute
best friends." I kissed her muzzle softly, and she responded by
opening her mouth and licking my lips with her tongue. We kissed
deeper for a short
time, then parted, but not moving quite so far apart as before.
She sighed, nodding. "You don't resent taking this vacation
time with me and not her, do you?"
"I look at it this way. You, P'nyssa and I, and everybody
else, are going to live forever. Or at least, for a long time. I
figure my memory's pretty finite... eventually all the past will
blend together into a hazy combination of memory and imagination,
much of it stored away in The Journal Entries or other historical
documents and of not much import to me then. But anyway, let's say
our time is infinite. Infinity divided by any real number is still
infinite. If I take a fraction of my time away from P'nyssa to be
with you, as long as I go back to her eventually, she'll still have
an infinity of time to spend with me. And so will you."
"But isn't she bored back at home, alone? I mean, N'Nance came
with us, and she likes to spend nights with him."
"So? Doesn't mean she's going to be lonely or bored. There
are plenty of people, male and female, who are just clawing their
way to get into bed with her. P'nyssa doesn't realize just how
attractive she is, and it embarrasses her when people fawn over her
beauty. Besides, I think she'll just want some time to herself."
"Probably. I know you do, at times. Or at least, you did
quite often when I lived with you."
I nodded. "I still do. P'nyssa gives it to me. I have to
wonder about her, about how much sacrifice she gives up to me."
"Do you feel guilty about it?"
"To be honest, yeah. Am I doing enough for her? What have I
done to deserve someone as special as she is to me? I mean, all
the things she could be doing, and is doing... but I still feel
she's shackled by living with me."
"She doesn't have a very high sex drive, you said. Maybe
living with you is an acceptable option because you don't have one,
either."
"Huh? That's something I never expected to hear. Someone tell
me I have a low libido."
"Not really. Your libido is linked to your head, Ken, not your
crotch. You have sex when and where you want it... you control
yourself better than most people."
"It's just a good superego," I laughed.
She looked at me puzzled. Her ears flickered back and forth as
mosquitoes bothered them. "No, that's not it, either." She looked
aside, embarrassed, and shrugged. "You're just very much in
control of certain parts of yourself. In other places, you're a
complete idiot, Ken, but when it comes to sex you're completely
self-directed. I can't figure out a way to describe it."
I shrugged. "Don't ask me. I'm just this silly human, you
know?"
She nodded, leaning over to kiss me again. I sighed softly,
smiling and reaching out to run my hand over her small breasts,
caressing her soft, downy fur sliding under my fingertips. "I love
you, Ress."
She smiled. "Want to head back to the party?"
I got up, brushing the sand off of my pants and holding down a
hand for her. "Sure," I replied, stating the obvious. She took my
hand and allowed me to help her to a standing position. I helped
her brush the sand off of her own clothes and we started walking
back towards the party, which even from this distance was visible
by the bright lights and tall bonfire.
- - -
"Meet you there?" I asked Nance as he and M'Ress boarded the
small inflatable boat to head back towards the Succubus.
"You two aren't going to swim, are you?"
"Why not?" Sanla replied, smiling. "I like swimming, you know
that."
"It's got to be two hundred meters to the boat! It's pitch
black out!"
I laughed softly. "This from the family's professional risk-
taker."
"Stardiving is a calculated risk," Nance replied coolly.
"Somehow, I don't think swimming in dark, who-knows-what-infested
waters qualifies as calculated."
"We'll take it," I said, tossing my clothes into the boat.
"Ready, Sans?"
The Satryl grinned at me wide. "After you, Ken." I took a
step into the water, tested the temperature, and then dove in
head-first, being sure to flatten out and avoid scraping my face
along the sand at the bottom. Since Herrych Beach is a pebbled and
packed surface, unlike the pristine ground sand that makes up
Shardik Beach, doing so here would probably be even more painful
than the few times I miscalculated the tide back home.
The swim was relatively easy, although by the time I got the
Succubus I was feeling the burn in my shoulders quite well.
"Whew!" I gasped as I seized the railing off the back wall of the
boat. "That was pretty good."
"Yeah!" San replied, equally out of breath. "I am not in the
best of shape!"
I laughed. "After you, my dear?"
"Thank you," she smiled as she clambered up the back railing
and onto the rear deck of my little trimaran. I watched with no
small interest her lovely rear and it's accompaniment of long tail
as she pulled herself out of the water.
"Very pretty," I commented softly as I hauled myself up as
well.
"Thank you," she laughed, handing me the freshwater hose. I
rinsed as well as I could, then took the towel she offered as well.
"That's quite a compliment, coming from you," she said, squeezing
the excess water from her hair and in a dramatic toss of her head
throwing her hair behind her.
I smiled as Nance came wandering around the cabin from the
front deck. "Sleeping outside, Nance?"
"It seemed the thing to do," he said. "The weather's
beautiful, we have our sleeping bags, so I strung the finer nets
between the hulls and we're sleeping on them. If we slept in the
cabin, we'd die of heat stoke."
"Which one is Ress sleeping in?"
"The port one, although I don't think you could mistake it
since it's the one that's occupied right now."
"True enough," I admitted, hanging my towel over a strand of
line and fixing it down with clothespins we had brought along just
for this purpose. "Slight wave tonight," I commented.
"But it's not at all windy," Nance admitted. "The boat's going
to rock a little tonight, but I don't think we have much to worry
about. Since we're not sleeping in, I've pulled up the keel and
checked the radius. I don't think we have much to worry about."
"No watch then?"
"I don't think it's necessary," he replied. "It's your boat,
though."
"You're the seafairer in this family."
He nodded, wrapping his arms around Sanla. "Mrrr... you're
cold."
She smiled and reached back to nuzzle his cheek. "We could
always go and generate some heat, sexy."
He looked up at me and winked. "It's hard to refuse an offer
like that." He led her around the starboard side of the cabin. I
chuckled quietly and shook my head, walking around the port side
and finding M'Ress sleeping peacefully on the mesh netting strung
between the port and center hulls. "Hey, love," I said softly.
"Mrrr?" she sighed softly, her eyes fluttering open. "Hi," she
said softly. "How was the swim?"
"Chilly," I said, summing up in one word the entire swim.
"Mind if I crawl in with you?"
"Of course not," she smiled, holding open a sleeping bag built
for two. I laughed and joined her. "Mrrr!" she growled again in
surprise. "You are cold!"
"I warned you."
"Well, get close and we'll see what we can do about warming you
up." I followed her instructions and wrapped my arms around her,
holding her close and nuzzling the back of her neck. My hand
strayed along her furry chest, again closing my palm against one of
her small breasts and squeezing softly. Her tail hung down between
both her legs and against my own, tickling my calves. She sighed
gently, a very positive-sounding sigh.
"Like that?" I asked softly, caressing her nipple with my
fingertips.
"Yeah..." she sigh again. "I like that a lot." We were
face-to- face in the warm sleeping bag, and the chill of my recent
swim was fading fast. Her paws played over my body freely,
caressing my skin and sending small shivers of anything but cold
down my spine.
A sudden loud gasp reached us from the starboard nets. M'Ress
and I froze where we were and stared at each other. Then we burst
out giggling, trying to keep as silent as possible and failing
miserably. I took advantage of her laughter to pull her close and
caress her back with my hands, feeling my way down towards her tail
and over her butt. "You're so beautiful, M'Ress."
"You always say that," she laughed softly, her hands reaching
between my thighs to close around my cock. "I think you're the one
who's beautiful, Ken."
I kissed her neck and then dug my way down into the sleeping
bag, between her thighs, kissing her furry belly along the way.
"You're going to run out of air down there," she chided me softly.
"It's going to get hot awful fast."
I kissed her mons gently. "It's not that I want you to stop,"
she said, "I just want you to stay conscious so you can keep doing
it."
"Do you have a solution?" I said, looking up along the length
of her body. She was holding the sleeping bag open so she could
see me, and I her.
"We could always get out of the sleeping bag, or lay it open."
"It is rather warm outside," I observed clinically.
"Then let's do it."
I smiled and reached up for the zipper, pulling it open. The
warm summer halcyon swept slowly over the bow of the ship, ruffling
her fur as she stretched her legs. "You look delicious," I said
quietly, crawling up along the length of her body and kissing her
muzzle.
"You were tasting me a minute ago," she murred softly. "So you
know already whether or not looks are any indicator of reality."
I laughed and ducked back down to her cunny, tasting the pink
folds that stuck out just a little from her furry labia. She
purred softly as my tongue slid between her musky folds, probing
deeper into her cunny. I wanted to taste her sweet juices; it had
been nearly two years since M'Ress and I had last made love and I
missed the way she tasted, the way she smelled.
Her paws caressed the top of my head, stroking my hair softly
as I licked her cunt. Her soft purring grew louder, her body
vibrating with her pleasure as she growled, "Ken..."
"Hmm?" I hummed softly from between her thighs, kissing her
clit softly. She inhaled sharply at that.
"I want something else," she moaned.
"Like?"
Her paw encircled my chin and pulled my head up; rather than
let her pull my head free of my shoulders, I followed her tug until
we were eye-to-eye. She kissed me softly, and I responded warmly.
"I want you on your back. Move the sleeping bag."
I balled up the cloth and threw it onto the cabin, lying down
in the soft hammock-like weave of the netting. Ress slowly eased
herself over my crotch and grabbed my still-soft shaft in her hand.
"You're not hard," she pouted.
"I have an intelligent dick," I smiled up at her. "It knows
that if nobody's paying attention to it, it's not worth the effort
of remaining erect."
"Oh, really?" she asked, stroking it slowly with her
fingertips. "I'm paying attention to it now... and you're right,
it's getting harder." She laughed gently, lowering herself around
it.
I closed my eyes and felt my cock slide into her wet sex,
feeling her body close around me. I opened my eyes and stared up
at her, reaching up with both hands to run them over her breasts
and along the soft fur of her belly. "Gods, I love you, M'Ress."
She smiled and began stroking slowly. The net provided a kind
of rolling feedback, setting the pace for her. I stroked her belly
and thighs with my hands, sometimes trying to create my own rhythm,
lifting my hips to meet hers, but the net and the waves wouldn't
allow it. Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft as we slowly
made love out in the open. The night's warmth enshrouded us, but
looking up past her face, clouds floated by, cloud lit in
crazy-quilt fashion by the reflected light of distant ringworld
sectors and their own chaotic shapes.
M'Ress began to stroke faster, trying to find the next, faster
rhythm that was harmonic with the ropes that held us above the open
water. I looked up at her, and I'm sure my eyes must have looked
as wild as her did as we fought the damned ropes for our pleasure.
She leaned over and grabbed the strands by my shoulders; I reached
up and seized her hips, slamming upwards. M'Ress gasped a soft
mewl of pleasure as she came once, then returned to her mindful
fucking, my cock slamming deep into her body, demanding pleasure.
She growled softly.
"I'm close, M'Ress," I sighed up at her. She nodded once,
briefly, her muzzle open and her breath coming hard as I felt that
soft tightening in my thighs and belly, coming together in my cock
as I closed in on my climax, and with a loud "Yeah!" I came inside
her, feeling her cunt tighten around me as I did so, her body
slamming down and holding me in place as I pressed deeper within
her, trying to get as much friction as I could.
I lay there, gasping for breath as she lay down on top of me.
We rolled to the side and lay there, holding each other closely as
we recovered. "I am out of shape," I sighed softly.
"No, you're not," she murred softly. "You do fine. Besides,
this was for me."
"Didn't seem like it," I laughed softly.
"Oh, just because you got a lot out of it doesn't mean I didn't
want to fuck you for selfish reasons," she replied, kissing me
softly. "You know how much I love to fuck you, Ken."
"I know," I replied softly. "Trust me, I know."
- - -
"What do you think that is?" I asked Nance loudly over the
surf. I had the till and he was down in the tight little cabin,
going over a map.
"What's what?" he asked, coming out into the wheeldeck with me.
He blinked a few times; the sunlight thus far today had been
brutally bright and hot. I wore sunglasses.
I pointed; he pulled out a pair of HOL's and focused them on
the mass of clouds I was pointing to and that apparently we were
headed straight for.
"Ohmifah," he growled softly. "It's not good news."
"Storm?"
"Big one, and it looks bad, too. I can't make out endpoints."
"We're headed straight for it."
"More like, it's headed straight for us," Nance observed.
"Do we try to avoid it?" I asked, looking up at the sail. We
were picking up some wind; the meter mounted to the floor read a
steady thirteen klicks. "We're making good speed."
"Hmmm," he said. "I don't think we can. It's coming up on us
really fast."
"Then what do we do?"
"My guess is, that's the line squall to an even uglier storm."
"Hurricane."
"Quite likely in these parts, according to the weather chart.
The landscape versus weathervane pattern is quite good for
hurricane formation. Why don't you ever fix things like that?"
"Because it worked for millions of years without tinkering, and
because with three million terrs, I think we can afford a few
regions that are prone to bad weather. Besides, maybe someone
wants to live there... might make their life more exciting."
Nance smiled. "I can almost appreciate that."
"I'm sure you could. But what about that?" I asked, pointing
out over the bow of the Succubus. "It's not going to wait for us
to reach a decision, you know."
"Well, I don't think we can outrun it; I vote for a batten-down
and wait it out."
"It could take all day to pass over us," I pointed out.
"So it takes all day. We're at least four hundred klicks from
anything that could possibly scrape bottom."
I nodded. "Pull keel?"
"Are you worried about breaking keel?" he asked. "This is a
trimaran, Ken, but I know what you made that keel out of."
"True. Okay, we'll leave the keel down. But I recommend
disassembling the jib and doubling the wrap on the main."
"Good plan. Sanla! M'Ress! We're going to have to batten
down for the storm."
We got to work; M'Ress and I took down the jib and stowed it in
the storage hatch on the port hull while Nance and Sanla wrapped a
protective sheath around the sail and then lashed it again with
rope. "Anything we missed?"
"Check all hatches one last time," Nance called out. "We're
using the wheeldeck door from now on. Secure the till and make
sure all lines are tight. Take down the antenna and... lash down
the dinghy!"
"Right!" I shouted, taking more spare rope to the small
inflatable boat that now sat atop the front of the cabin, starboard
side. M'Ress made all the necessary checks to the hatches, and
then all four of us piled into the cabin and closed the door behind
us, securing the extra latch to keep the water out in case some
spilled into the wheeldeck. We watched the approaching storm with
apprehension, and when the rain started we listened to it fall.
The boat rocked steadily; there were no landmarks to appreciate
what direction we faced, and for all I know the Succubus could have
been spinning slowly but steadily on her axis and we'd never know.
Well, I guess I could have checked the compass, but I didn't care
to.
The Succubus is built like a standard trimaran, ten meters
long, made mostly of a variety of tropical wood and a high-strength
version of fiberglass. The cabin descends into the center hull
and runs almost to the bow; it's built over the frame and so the
roof of the cabin also extends over the side of the center hull and
the supports of the outside hulls; this flat space is just barely
three meters long and extends two meters over the outer hulls, thus
providing sleeping space. Although ideally suited for four, the
Succubus can be piloted by one person or can hold eight in an
emergency. Like most small sailboats, it has no head.
The boat rocked slowly back and forth. "Well, what do you want
to do?" I asked into the creaky, gloomy silence.
"A game of Scrabble could be fun," Nance joked.
"I've got a set," I said, pointing to one of the two lower
benches that ran the length of the bunks.
"You're kidding."
"No, really... whole bunch of games down next to food storage.
They've even got magnetic backings to keep them from going anywhere
when the waves hit."
Nance shrugged. "Your call." I pulled out the game and set it
up, handing sets to everybody. I extended the small 'card table'
addition I'd added to make games like this possible and we played
three whole rounds of Scrabble before it became too dark to play.
With electric torches in hand, we put the set away.
"So, what now?" Nance asked around a mouthful of cereal. "I'm
not tired." I looked out the portal and couldn't see a damn thing.
The storm had gotten progressively worse over the past couple of
hours, the sailboat tossing about helplessly. Sometimes the wood
construction would creak painfully, and having built the boat by
hand I could picture in my head precisely which beam was creaking,
where it was, and how much force I thought it could take. I could
see, in my mind, the wood fibers complaining, coming apart slowly
under pressure. It wasn't the sort of imagery that made me feel
very happy.
M'Ress noticed because she took my hand and held it in her own,
kissing my shoulder briefly. "Is something wrong, Ken?"
"Huh?" I asked, looking up. "No, not really. Just worried
about my boat."
She smiled. "If you're worried, shouldn't the rest of us be
worried as well?"
"No, not that kind of worried. She'll hold up," I replied,
sighing slightly. A giggle came from across the darkened cabin.
"Sounds like Nance and Sanla have found something to keep
themselves occupied."
"We could, too, you know," she said, pushing me down onto the
bed. I couldn't see a damn thing, but I could feel her lowering
herself to kiss me, and giggled softly when her muzzle touched my
neck and she slid her way down my body to my crotch, opening my
shorts and taking my cock into her soft, raspy mouth. "Oh,
Ress..." I sighed.
She laughed softly as she slowly swallowed the length of my
penis, sucking it down until I could feel the head pressing up
against the back of her throat, her tongue pressing upwards and
holding me to the roof of her mouth. I sighed softly as she
treated my cock with the utmost care, slowly mouthing my shaft.
The friction was simply incredible as she swallowed the length deep
down her throat; I closed my eyes and sighed, laying my head back
on the pillow. "Oh, Ress..." I sighed again, reaching down and
softly touching the top of her head, feeling her short fur under my
fingers. "That's good!"
She smiled and I felt her leave my cock, straddling my body.
"I'm glad you think so," she purred softly in my ear. I could feel
her hand grab my cock again. She slid downwards onto it like she
had last night, but this time she grabbed me and we rolled over.
"I want you to do the work this time."
"Gladly," I replied to the dark. As the boat rocked back and
forth and the wind howled and poured rain against the sides, I slid
my shaft completely into her, feeling her heat surround me again.
With almost an afterthought I kicked off my shorts, which up until
now had been orbiting around my ankles. "I'm going to fuck you
until the storm ends."
"Oh, fah, Ken, that would be perfect!" she murred back at me as
I started to thrust into her.
"It would, huh?" I whispered quietly. "How would my favorite
Felinzi feel to be fucked silly? To just be taken and taken and
taken..."
She growled, her body squirming under mine in the hot, cramped
space of the little cabin. I felt like I could last forever as I
stroked my cock inside her wonderfully familiar cunt.
I stopped and lay down on top of her, feeling her body
underneath mine, feeling her heartbeat over the roar of the storm.
She wrapped her arms around me as I slowly worked my hips against
hers, filling and emptying her with my cock. She sighed and let
her arms loose with some reluctance as I again pushed myself up on
my arms to improve my leverage.
"Well, if you want it that way," I said, laying back down on
top of her.
"Yes," she sighed. "I like feeling your body against mine." I
complied, although it took more strength to make love in this
position. "Besides, if you go slower you'll last longer."
I chuckled softly into her ear, kissing her cheek as we made
love. The wind whipped and roared outside as I slowly pumped my
cock within her warmth, feeling her pant and gasp as first one and
then another orgasm swept through her. Her body shook underneath
me, and I gripped her tightly in my arms as I felt my own orgasm
again building. "I love you, M'Ress," I said quietly.
"Mrrowl," she sighed back. "I love you too, Ken." I began to
stroke faster, feeling that tightness again and finally coming
against her, inside her. I held her close and nuzzled her neck
quietly. "Thank you, Ress," I whispered.
She hugged me tightly as my erection shrank and slipped out of
her cunt to come to rest lying against her soft labia. I laughed
again, holding her close. "Oh, I love you," she sighed. "I love
you so much, Ken."
"Come on," I suggested gently, groping in the dark for where I
knew we had hidden the towels. "Let's get cleaned up."
We settled down and, eventually, even with the creaking hull
and raging storm, the exhaustion of making love and the
inevitability of our present state took their toll and I, too,
managed to fall asleep.
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