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Subject: Journal Entry 145 / 1025  [ Planetfall: Never See Me Like This ]
Date: 19 Jun 1996 13:12:24 GMT
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Elenya, Narnya 24, 1025

    I was lying in bed, barely conscious after a long day of 
climbing about in the foothills, when I heard her enter the tent.  
I squirmed slightly against the sheets; I've never been "too tired" 
for lovemaking, especially not with Etta, and just the mere thought 
that I was in bed and she was home and it was night made my melhood 
stiffen underneath me.  

    My ears, more sensitive I'm told than hers (or most peoples, 
for that matter), listened as she rummaged about in the living 
room.  I heard zippers and I heard cloth as she undressed.  I 
waited in bed, waited for my wonderfully strong and loving Etta to 
join me, to cuddle up next to me.  

    Eventually, the flap separating the living room from the 
bedroom opened and she entered; a moment's creaking and she joined 
me on the bed.  We slept coverless; Battia is far too hot a place 
for sheets and blankets, except in the winter and even then only in 
the deepest of nights.  

    I felt her slide against, her sleek body pressed up to mine.  
My lust grew insistent as I felt her lips against the back of my 
neck.  She was nuzzling me.  I growled softly, letting her know I 
was awake.  

    "Hello," she murred, her voice deep and sensual.  I closed my 
eyes just to run the memory of that word through my mind again, 
listening closely.  Tasting it almost.  

    I purred my reply as her fingers stroked down the sides of my 
body, coming to rest on my hips.  "You're driving me crazy," I 
growled at her.  

    "How can I do that?"  she whispered.  "I've only been here for 
a minute or so."  

    "You always drive me crazy, Etta," I replied, growling again.  
"So, do you want to?"  

    She purred softly herself, a well-practiced sound for someone 
so human.  It sounded hot.  "I don't know...I'm so tired."  

    "Tired?"  I said, shifting and turning over.  "How could you 
ever be tired?"  I licked at her throat playfully, and she laughed 
as she always does.  "I love you, Etta."  

    "I love you too, Niaro," she whispered 

    I licked her under the chin.  "I've never been too tired," I 
said.  "How can you be?"  

    She raised her chin to give me better reach, and I kissed her 
throat.  "Did I say I was too tired?"  

    "You said you were 'sooo tired,'" I teased her, tasting her 
skin along her collar and then down to her breasts.  She moaned; it 
sounded almost like a whine or complaint, but it was too deep, too 
throaty.  "So, are you?"  

    "Am I what?"  she asked, teasing me back.  

    "Too tired?"  I asked as my muzzle closed down about one of her 
nipples.  She's always liked that, and her back arched up suddenly 
as she hissed.  She didn't answer, so I craned my head further and 
pressed my cold nose to her mons veneris.  She giggled softly, but 
parted her legs.  I took that as a "no," she wasn't "too tired."  I 
shifted around; unlike humanoid species, we Pamthreats aren't 
really built to "give and take" at the same time.  Our necks don't 
bend so far and our muzzles aren't really built for it.  

    I have often wanted a photograph of me going down on Etta, 
because I think between the two of us it would be one of the 
prettiest photographs in the world.  Her hard and rounded human 
body, lying on the bed with her legs slightly bent, her hands 
covering her small breasts, her eyes closed and her mouth open, 
would contrast just beautifully against my black animal self, 
especially with my muzzle pressed between her legs, up against her 
soft and vulnerable womanhood.  

    She moaned as I licked against her labia, brushing the fur 
aside with my tongue.  I think every Pamthreat on the planet must 
have the variable tongue nanotech by now.  I tasted her, as I had 
tasted her a hundred times before.  And like every time before, she 
was sweet, delicious.  I pushed aside her large inner lips, licking 
and tasting her sweet nectar as it flowed from her cunt.  She 
tasted like candy to me, as I ran my tongue over her beautiful, 
pink pussy.  

    She moaned, parting her legs further.  Her hands came down and 
she held her cunt open, pulling up on her hood and exposing her 
tiny white clit to me.  I licked at it softly, first around it, 
then against it directly, feeling her legs tremble with every lick, 
every caress of my tongue.  

    I love her.  And at times like this, our incredible differences 
don't matter.  Just the fact that I love her and want her.  She 
came suddenly as I applied just a little more pressure, not enough 
to even be a strain.  She gasped and her cunt seemed to flare under 
my eyes.  I guess it's that I see into the infrared, and the heat 
of her blood was apparent to me.  I could watch it slowly spread 
over her skin, starting from between her thighs like hot reddish 
fire.  

    She gasped again as her climax continued; Etta doesn't have 
many, but sometimes we can draw them out and they last up to a 
minute at a time.  

    I smiled as I watched her come under my tongue.  Finally she 
stopped and pushed my head away.  "Enough, Niaro! Enough!" 

    I purred innocently.  She laughed and said "Okay, I'm not too 
tired, you!" She rose up from the bed and pulled me towards her.  
That's the one thing about Etta that's surprised me all these 
years, her strength.  She's able to push me around, which is 
unusual considering I weigh nearly 150 kilos.  Her hands pressed 
against my sides, and soon I found myself on my side.  "Whoopsie!" 
she said, giggling.  "Do unto others as they have done unto you, 
right, Niaro?"  

    "If you like," I said, smiling.  I watched with interest as she 
reached between my legs and closed on my sheath.  I purred softly 
and closed my eyes.  There's something threatening about letting 
someone put their hand around my cock, but in Etta's case that 
sense of danger is only an added spice, even after the past forty 
years together.  I rolled over onto my back as my cock slowly slid 
out of the sheath.  Her eyes lit up.  Oral sex is too much like 
sweets between us, and right now my beloved Etta, once Captain of 
the largest starship in the Pendorian fleet, looked like nothing 
more than a little girl offered a lollipop.  She descended on my 
cock, and I growled as she swallowed the entire exposed length in 
one easy gulp, closing her lips about me and pressing her tongue 
against the shaft.  

    "Oh, yes," I growled as she worked up and down, slowly.  Her 
warm body rested against mine, and I could feel, along with 
everything else, the weight of her against me.  I wanted to stop 
with all this teasing and fuck her, hard.  But that was apparently 
not part of her plan.  

    Her mouth was soft and her tongue was talented.  I was coming 
closer to orgasm with every push, and I could feel her throat 
trying, coaxing my climax out of me.  "Etta... don't..."  I moaned.  
I wanted to save it for something else.  

    But she wanted me this way, and finally I exploded in her 
mouth, coming hard and shooting my come down her throat.  She 
gagged a little on it (I tend to come a lot) but she managed to 
swallow it all without difficulty.  

    "Etta," I growled again when she was done, "I wanted to save 
that."  

    "Don't worry," she said, snuggling up close to me.  "You'll get 
your chance."  Her hand reached down between my four legs and 
stroked my sheath, encouraging me to stay hard.  "Or are you really 
getting to be the old man you keep claiming to be?"  

    "Ur-hur!" I growled softly.  "I'm not that old.  Give me a few 
minutes."  

    "A few minutes," she agreed.  Her hand remained wrapped around 
the base of my sheet, her fingertips tickling my balls.  I squirmed 
slightly under her touch as she encouraged me back to hardness.  
She wanted me to come again, only this time she wanted to be sure 
that I was a little tired out, so it would last much longer.  

    After a few minutes, as we had agreed, she murmured, "I think 
you're hard enough, Niaro."  

    "Err?"  I said, looking up.  I hadn't even noticed that I was 
hard once again, but she was right; I was definitely rock solid.  I 
nudged her shoulder with my broad muzzle, and she turned over onto 
her stomach, slowly bending her legs underneath her and thrusting 
her buttocks up into the air.  

    There's something about seeing her in that position that just 
drives me crazy.  Her cunt, already warmed from our exertions 
earlier, seemed to glow at me; I could see small droplets of her 
dew clinging to the blond strands of fleece that encircled her 
openness.  I stepped forward with my nose and licked at her cunt 
softly.  "Niaro," she complained.  

    "Take your time, Etta, take your time."  I nuzzled her cunny, 
then leapt up over her, covering her back with my body, my paws 
straddling her shoulders.  "Ready?"  

    "Always," she said, reaching back and grabbing my cock, aiming 
me into her cunt.  I thrust into her with one rough push, and she 
groaned aloud.  I smiled as I felt her body shudder under the force 
of my thrust.  I could feel her legs reacting, compensating, for my 
weight, could imagine it like hydraulic rams pushing up against 
great weight.  I smiled and began thrusting into her.  

    She moaned, and I could feel her fingers back under her legs, 
playing again with her clit as I made love to her; there's nothing 
egalitarian about our lovemaking.  I do the work, and she takes 
what I give her.  Fortunately, for both of us, that's just the 
right formula for our pleasure.  

    Her cunt was warm and tight, familiar and friendly, and I 
adored the feeling of pressing up against her cervix with every 
thrust.  She whimpered and moaned.  For a fleeting second I 
wondered if she was biting the pillow again.  Then I was lost in 
that strong, final push towards climax.  Still minutes away from 
orgasm, I could feel the need to work for it now, to push towards 
it.  I began a rhythmic thrusting against her hips, my cock 
burrowing deep into her body, into her cunt.  "Yes, Niaro!" she 
gasped as I shoved harder.  I was losing control; guttural growls, 
snarls and hisses came from within me as my orgasm rushed towards 
me like a meteor from heaven.  

    Sometimes, when I'm fucking her, I feel like my body is a glove 
that the beast that is me-- a Pamthreat, most dangerous land mammal 
on all of Pendor-- slides into, filling my limbs down to my paws 
and my claws, and possesses me and takes me over.  And sometimes 
when the beast is powerful, I fight and resist, because I, the 
sentient "I," has no wish to hurt her.  I want so much to tell her 
about this part of me.  And yet, inside, I feel I must never let 
her see me like this, know about this beast that I am, inside.  

    I came, snarling and growling within her, letting out a soft 
roar that I only managed to stifle a little bit in the desperate 
and hopeless of hopes to not wake the neighbors.  I think we're 
going to have to move the tent someday soon.  

    She collapsed underneath me, her hips giving way and her body 
falling to the mattress with a >whumph!< "Hey," I said.  "Don't you 
fall asleep on me now."  

    "You wore me out," she complained.  

    "I wore you out?"  I growled a laugh.  "Etta, I'm lucky if I'm 
going to have the strength to get any work done tomorrow.  You wore 
me out, lover, with that two-in-a-row bit."  

    She giggled and turned over, her hands caressing along the 
length of her body.  "Mmmm... but it was worth it, wasn't it?"  

    "Yeah, it was," I said, lying up close to her, feeling the 
animal slowly recede into the background.  I sighed, licking the 
side of her neck and chin.  "Etta?"  I said.  

    "Mmm?"  

    "When are you going to have children?"  

    I felt her body tense beside mine, and heard her groan.  
"Niaro, please don't bring that up again."  

    "Etta, it's important to me."  

    "And I'm not ready to have children.  Not physically, not 
emotionally.  Please...."  

    "Etta..."  

    "Drop it, Niaro.  Please."  

    "Just... just tell me this.  Is it that you're not ready to 
raise them, or is it the having that bothers you?"  

    She raised her head to look at me and smiled.  "It's the having 
that scares me.  I don't know if I could."  She rolled over onto 
her side.  "We can talk about it later, okay?"  

    I sighed.  "Can I cuddle?"  

    I heard her laugh gently.  "Of course you can.  You can always 
cuddle me, Niaro.  Goodnight, lover."  

    "Goodnight, beloved Etta." 
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"Journal Entry 145 / 1025  [ Planetfall: Never See Me Like This ]"
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