The Black

Clint rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He still couldn’t believe that Mac and Lyri had built a house with an attached bathroom for each guest bedroom. He stripped down and slapped the shower controls, he turned to stare at himself in the mirror as the shower temperature stabilized. His hair was getting a little shaggy, he would have to take a trip up to the Barber on Tranquility soon for a trim. He took that moment to do a quick lather and shave. He would use the shower to clean off the little bits of hair that always clung to the skin no matter how careful he was. That done he stepped into the Delmar style misting/raining/steaming shower, leaning into the heat and spray; but his thoughts were a million miles away.

His night had not been peaceful… and had involved even less sleep. His talk with his brother had made him realize that he had indeed chosen one of the two beautiful Delmar women who were courting him. He couldn’t change that, and it left him feeling torn. He promised them that he would do this with them. They had taken it slow for him.. did he have the right to make this decision?

“Make what decision” Clint’s eyes snapped open at the familiar voice.

He turned to the opaque door to the enormous shower/sauna to look out only to have it open. He stopped short as it revealed Frie standing there in a human string strapped floral sun dress she had traded some Delmar clothing for. She had made the trade with one of the female sailors on a trip up to see the fleet.

“Frie? “ he finally got out, too stunned to cover up.

“It’s just me now…” was all she said before she tugged at both strings and let the dress fall to the ground. She was wearing nothing underneath as she stepped through the door to the shower, closing it behind her.

Clint stayed very still as she walked up to him. She was on the shorter side of a Delmar Female, 1.7 meters head to toe. She actually had to look up to Clint who was a touch taller than Mac at 1.8 meters.

Frie stopped just shy of her breasts touching his chest. Her nipples brushed him slightly as her breathing quickened. She looked down at his chest and traced circles on it with a finger..

“Hera isn’t coming, she.. she said you were too intense for her” Frie looked up at him, as he shivered with her touch. The fear and worry shone on her face, “make what decision”

Clint slowly raised one hand to Frie’s cheek, the mist rained down on both of them as he watched the water follow the contours of her body. “It seems I don’t need to anymore. Frie, I was terrified that it wouldn’t be you standing here right now.” he said. She leaned into his touch on her cheek, “Hera is a wonderful girl, but you are the one I want.. I’ve wanted you since the day you ‘got even’ for me carrying your sister home from the hospital. I almost took you the night I decided to get payback.” Frie gasped a little as Clint ran his other hand up and down her side lightly, still not taking advantage of her. Despite this, her body ached into him involuntarily. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she felt his manhood twitch as it pressed up against her stomach from the front.

Clint could feel a fizzle in the back of his head, and he kept her gaze as she cupped the back of his head in her hands

“I take you, by the traditions of the ‘Olde Ways’ ” Frie whispered in the rarely spoken formal Delmar, none of the words were actually different. It was akin to reading an old King James Bible as a modern English speaker. ,”by the old rights.. you are mine.” she finished as their lips met for the first time. She kissed him deeply, and fiercely. Letting the spark he had ignited in her chest that night in the storm free to roar its heat and passion.

Each claiming was different. The rapid nature of Mac and Lyrian’s beginnings made their bond trickle into existence, like a set of blinds being slowly opened on a sunny day. It was not so with Clint and Frie.. Their relationship had been slowly and meticulously built over months of cautious teasing, talking, testing, and time spent together.

There was no trickle, it was like a nuclear warhead going off inside the Hoover Dam. The Flood waters of their bond crashed into their minds like a tidal wave, Frie and Clint broke their kiss and Clint wrapped his arms around Frie as they both clung to each other as they rode the forming of their link like two life rafts tied together in a hurricane. This lasted a full minute that felt like an eternity. Frie was shaking against Clint as it subsided. Clint was no better, he could barely stand for a moment as he let out a long quavering breath.

“Holy shit” he gasped.

Moments later Frie came down from her own emotional roller coaster. She could feel him, it was more intense than she could have imagined. His Fire raged with her own as the two experienced each other’s emotions fully for the first time.

Frie turned to Clint and stepped away from him. Pressing herself against the wall of the shower before taking her arms, lifting them over her head and intertwining her fingers, “I have taken you, now take me. Clint, finish what you started that night in the storm.” She whispered as she surrendered herself to him. Then she bore her fangs at him for the first time. “Don’t hold back.” she challenged.

Clint's emotions crackled and bloomed like human fireworks as all barriers became nonexistent between them. He closed the distance and their bodies touched as he gently, but firmly pinned her to the wall of the shower. He leaned into her kneck and began kissing her, working his way up from her shoulder to her jaw line. She gasped a moan as she felt his manhood slide between her thighs and its length against her folds from below. The ridge of the top of his tip teased her womanhood as he rubbed back and forth. His hands followed a familiar route up her body, but did not avoid her breasts as he cupped both of them. His thumbs rubbed circles on her nipples as she bucked slightly to his touch.

“Where were we.” his voice rumbled into her ear as he finished repeating their first touch. “Oh, I know” he whispered as he kissed his way down the other side of her neck, holding her gently aching and bucking body to the wall with his own weight. Her arms finally fell around his neck and head she sank her fingers into his mop of hair as he kissed passed her collar bone and latched onto her breasts, kissing down until his lips passed her belly button. With a scoop he lifted her in his arms as he continues to kiss down past her belly button. He was learning her, she realized just as his tongue flicked her womanhood for the first time. Fries eyes flew wide as she realized where he was headed, “CLINT, what are you.. uuuoooohhhh. You don’t ha…” his lips latched onto the sensitive bud causing her to arch her hips to him, he took his advantage slipping her thighs to his shoulders and reaching up to fondle her nipples once more. His tongue removed all conscious thought from Frie as he teased her folds before swirling it into her entrance. Her first climax was explosive as her fingers dug into his hair, her legs wrapped around the back of his head involuntarily and he dove his tongue as deep into her as he could in response, exploring every surface in reach with long circles and swirls. Her moan was cut off in the explosion of ecstasy as he body arched, her eye rolled back and her mouth open in a long scream at the top of her lungs as she convulsed to his attention.

She was only just coming back to sentience as she felt herself be lowered down, Clint kissing every inch of her on the way back up to her breasts. Swirling the neglected one with his tongue causing another micro shudder from Frie.

Her feet never touched the ground, she felt the tip of his shaft flick across her folds before coming to rest at her entrance. Clint lowered her slightly to keep his manhood in place, but the pressure triggered another convulsion of climax from Frie. Clint’s hands slipped and Frie’s body weight slammed down, driving Clint’s shaft into her completely in one quick slam as their hips met. Frie cried out in surprise, wrapping her legs around Clint, opening herself more to him and driving him the last bit into her. Clint grunted. Her womanhood convulsed uncontrollably at the invasion and almost drove him to climax over the next several moments. He held her tight as she shook and bucked through her ecstasy. Moans and grunts escaped her as her body slowly calmed enough for her to move under her own control.

Clint was breathing heavily. Frie could feel everything Clint was going through. She could feel him almost climax as her body betrayed her control and she rode wave after wave. She finally regained control of herself and lifted her head from his shoulder, releasing the death grip around her chest.

“Are you ok?” He asked gently kissing her gently he shifted his weight picking her up slightly, making him withdraw slightly. The motion made Frie bite her lip to keep control.

“I’m better than ok... I can’t control… Give me more...” she whimpered between deep kisses.

“I’m not going to last…” Clint gasped for air.

“Then don’t hold back” Frie bit him on the lip before squeezing her legs around him and slamming him back the rest of the way into her.

Clint grunted, rocking his hips against her’s as he broke her control once more. His rocks turned to thrusts. His thrusts lengthened until the ridge around his tip teased her entrance before slamming back into her. Clint could feel it, he had set every nerve of her body on fire, and she was along for the ride begging for more between moans and out right screams.

He gave it to her, driving himself into her as he came, he pumped his shaft in and out of her, following the waves of his climax with every thrust. He felt her clinch around him as his ecstasy slammed into her mind, driving her over harder than she had any time before. Be bucked into her as she did in turn. His climax lasted longer than humanly normal because of their emotional feedback loop.

They both sank to the floor of the still-running shower. Kissing and touching. Clint had gone soft some time ago.

“No…” begged Frie refusing to get out of his lap, as they continued to explore each other. 5 min later she smiled as he began to grow into her once more. She wrapped her arms around him and began to bounce on him. She rode him there, on the floor of the still-going shower until neither one could go any longer.

Clint staggered out of the shower sometime later, grabbing two towels. Frie was having trouble standing so he wrapped her in a towel, using the last of his strength to get them both to bed. He dried her off first, tucking her in before he did the same for himself. Her body gravitated toward his as he crawled into bed. Her tail coiled around his leg, her leg wrapped around his waist, and she pressed herself up under his arm, her body drinking in his warmth.

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Clint woke up that afternoon and snuck out from Frie’s sleeping grasp. He put on some pants and waddled downstairs to the kitchen to find a very satisfied, if somewhat worse for wear Lyrian handing a coffee mug to a grinning Mac.

“Brother,” Mac said calmly, “I told Frie the bedrooms were soundproof…. The bathrooms are, uh, less so.” he finished; calmly taking a sip of his drink, never breaking from his grin.

Clint gave his brother a middle finger, and Lyri dissolved into barely suppressed giggles. Clint finally chuckled before grabbing a couple of bottles of water and heading back upstairs. He quietly slipped back into the room to hear soft moans from the bed. Their link tipped him off to Frie’s dream and he set the bottles aside and snuck back into bed.

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Frie’s eyes fluttered open as she woke from a dream of Clint’s body on Her’s. Suddenly, her eyes went from fluttering to wide open as she realized how she had been woken up. She looked down to see Clint’s mop of hair between her legs as his tongue did its work on her womanhood.

“Oh gods… I wasn’t Drea… Uhhhhhhhhh dreaming that.” she grabbed his hair and pressed his head to herself as he sucked on her bud. He released her before kissing his way up her body to hover over her just for a moment. Her eyes widened at his intentions but could not react as he drove his manhood deep inside her from above. Her body was trapped under his as their hips grinded together... She had taught him through the link as well and he built her pleasure slowly enough for her to stay with him before bringing both to the edge and quickening his thrusts to finish with her.

“Whoa… “Frie said, finally regaining her voice once more, “That’s a hell of a good morning.”

“Babe, it’s afternoon,” Clint said, swirling her hair in his hand before stroking her main up and down her back making Frie shiver. “Let’s shower,” she bit her lip at him, “for real this time. I want to go out with my Wife, with my love.” she melted at the last part. He smiled at her.

“I love you too.” She whispered into his ear before propping herself up. “We can get up. As long as there’s food. I’m starving!”

Clint laughed heartily. “Yes, food is involved.”