Travelling · Part 2

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ears 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 focussed 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.

— "Travelling By Water" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. — (Elf Sternberg)

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