Travelling · Part 1 (1/2)
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Journal Entry 158 / 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 y
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