Echobright

"Right over the low mire, where we caught that loper, a few hundred spans up. I can see it shimmering in the light, looking like a great field of burning gold. We're heading just north of east, toward a big, broad, inviting swathe of bright green grasslands, dotted with trees, rising to our left and merging into the rich forests which bask in the sunlight all over the hills. The town's under us to our right, looking small and sort of lost amongst all the green; little white buildings which sparkle where a sun glances off a chance window. On the far side of that I can see the fields and pastures and roads, a kind of patchwork of neat little lines and squares, all slightly different colours, and beyond them are the higher hills where you live, all bleak and scarred moorland, rising up into the sky, blocking out the red sun and casting a half-shadow over the valley. I really wish you could see it."

"When you describe it so clearly, I think I can. You make it sound beautiful."

Looking up, I could see her neck thrusting forwards through the air, and glancing backwards, there were her great wings lifting us both heavenwards.

"What's below me isn't half as beautiful in my eye as what's above me."

She grunted as though in displeasure, but then bent her long neck down to face me, and we kissed as we flew together, the wind streaming past us, the ground wheeling below us. As we broke apart, she spoke to me in her firm and unyielding manner.

"Alright, find a good place for us to land."

Disappointment washed through me. I'd been starved of flight for a long time, and had hoped to stay in the air for much longer yet.

"Down already? Are you getting tired?"

"No. But I need to make love to you and we can't do that in the air."

A sudden heat sprang up in me at her words. Suddenly I was highly conscious of the tight grip of her legs around my hips, and of the warm press of her underside against my back. The ground became at once a very appealing place to be.

"Down it is then. I see a good spot. Very slightly to the left, and not far ahead..."

I led us down to the grasslands, a broad wilderness of brilliant green grasses broken only occasionally by trees and streams. We dropped until we were soaring straight and low over the ground, my feet brushing the tops of the long grass and throwing up showers of seeds.

"That's it, nothing ahead of you but grass, just remember I'm underneath you as you land."

She dropped me, and I glide-ran to a stumbling halt. Echobright carried on over me, losing height until her feet touched the ground and she slowed to a standstill some way ahead. She hadn't used her echolocation once - she'd trusted my guidance absolutely.

I watched as she sat herself down amidst the waving green grass. She looked calm and collected, in sharp contrast to my own restless heat which rose at the sight of her waiting for me so placidly, so beautiful amidst the rustling grass and flowers. I began walking towards her, the long stalks tickling my legs and belly, but soon I couldn't help myself from breaking into a run, desperate to close the distance between me and the woman I so desired.

Echobright sat listening to my noisy approach, motionless. I didn't slow down as I neared, intending to leap on top of her and smother her in kisses. I never got the chance. Just as I was about to jump she suddenly lunged towards me, going from tranquil stillness to streaking motion like an uncoiling spring, flying hard into me and knocking me off my feet.

I landed on my back in the grass and she was instantly on top of me, her tongue smothering my face and neck in delicious wet kisses just as I'd intended to do to her. I laughed uncontrollably, and after a minute of this wonderful assault I rallied and kissed her own sweet neck mercilessly; she even let me roll us both over so that it was me who pinned her to the ground, and she mewled in pretended helplessness as I kissed and kissed and kissed her.

I didn't get away with that for very long. She threw me bodily off her to one side and in an instant was on top of me, and once again it was me pretending distress as she rasped her tongue across my sensitive skin. And suddenly we were playing a game; tussling back and forwards in the grass like children, both trying to pin the other down and inflict more kisses than we received, neither of us trying too hard to block the other's intentions.

All the time, a deep and demanding sexual yearning was building up inside of me. If we were to carry on with this rough play, I knew I wouldn't be able to restrain myself to mere kissing - but something told me Echobright was in a mood to play a little longer before joining me in a more intimate exchange. So as she pushed me off her with a final playful shove, I dashed out of the way before she could jump on top of me once more. Darting to one side, I whistled playfully to invite her to chase me.

She hurled herself after me, shrieking in frustrated lust. Together we ran and circled through the tickling grass, me whistling to let her know where I was, she crashing after me eagerly. Had she been in a mind to, I knew she could easily have chased me down and caught me, but she let me narrowly escape again and again, sometimes even grabbing me only to let me slither easily out of her grasp, relishing the easy slip of her fingers over my skin.

Finally her fingers closed around my tail and I felt the difference immediately: her grip was firm and definite.Enough, it seemed to say,no more games.I stopped running and lay panting from the exertion, the grass soft under my belly, ready to see what Echobright had in mind to do with me.

What she did was to kiss me, tenderly, on the very tip of my tail; then more than kissing, wrapping her tongue around it and drawing the tip into her mouth to suck. Memories of her doing a similar thing to a different part of me the night before made a new wave of heat run down to my already uncomfortably warm groin. Her dotage on my tail's tip complete, she began running her tongue systematically up towards my tail's base. I'd hoped that she might continue down and between my legs to where I was desperate for her attention, but instead she carried on licking her way up my spine, resting her hands on my hips as she kissed her way up my back and between my wings.

As her tongue continued up to the back of my neck she eased round to my side and stroked the skin under my wings, and then moved her fingers to brush my throat. Her touch was driving me wild, and unable to sit passively any longer, I bent my head round to kiss her, tongue to tongue.

The kiss was divine. It seemed to block out everything else, so that I hardly noticed her pushing me gently over onto my back. As she climbed on top of me, one leg either side of my hips, I reached my wings up to embrace her and pull her down, down until we were pressed chest to chest with my cock straining against the softness of her belly. Having kissed once more, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper but choked with urgency.

"Touch me."

I realised then that although she'd touched my privatemost part in the most intimate ways, I hadn't yet touched hers at all. It was a lapse I was eager to rectify. I let my fingers, which had been gently massaging her back, slip down over her side and between her legs. Finding the line of her slit I traced my fingertips around it in a circular motion, feeling her shiver as I drew the circles smaller and smaller. At last I was tracing up and down the very edges of her sodden lips. I felt her own hand grope shakily between us to grasp my cock, and she stroked me as I ran my fingers up and down her tender womanhood.

Unable to resist any longer, I pushed gently in-between her parted lips to feel the warm and wet place beyond. Instantly her blind milky white eyes snapped shut, and as I moved my fingers slowly up and down inside her she let out a sigh of perfect pleasure, her hand still wrapped around my cock but its ministrations quite forgotten by both of us.

Not until I reluctantly removed my hand did she remove hers. She held it up to my mouth, the fingers smeared in my juices, and obligingly I licked them clean. Likewise I offered her my own hand, and she cleaned her juices from my fingers with her deft tongue, apparently enjoying it considerably.

We shared another kiss, and I tasted a little of the liquid she'd cleaned from my fingers. Just that taste made me arch back my neck in rumbling appreciation, and Echobright took immediate advantage - attacking my exposed neck with a new round of tender and tantalising kisses.

And then she bit me.

I gasped as her teeth nipped at my skin, sending an electric thrill of excitement down my spine. I stared at her longingly. She was gazing back at me curiously, trying to gauge my reaction.

"You like that?"

"No. I love it!"

She grinned, and laid into me with her teeth. All down my throat I felt her pointed teeth nipping me again and again and again, making me shake and gasp in ecstasy.More!I wanted to shout,more!But I was too overcome to form words. But she seemed to get the message anyway, and gave me more. All down my neck and shoulders and chest her teeth bit gently at my skin, and everywhere they went they made me shake with such groaning pleasure that I actually wept. When her claws joined in as well, digging sharply into my hips, I found my whole body thrashing uncontrollably from the sheer thrill of it.

In response to this flood of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure, my cock throbbed needily against her belly. As she worked me with her teeth and claws she shifted her weight back and forwards on top of me, rubbing most stimulatingly against my shaft. Gradually she eased her position forwards, until it was not her belly that was rubbing itself over me but her sex, the lips parting to slide either side of my length, her juices lubricating the motion, making it smooth and sensuous.

Everything else stopped. The biting, the clawing, the licking - everything was forgotten as I let my full attention wander to that wonderful sliding sensation; to the relentless rhythm of her hips gliding backwards and forwards over me; to the open-mouthed, eyes-closed look of bliss on her face; to the slow beating of her wings; to the little wet slipping sound we made as she ground herself on me.

I think I would have come like that if she'd carried on, shooting my seed across my own chest, but quite suddenly she stopped, and gazed down at me with blind eyes that seemed filled with a deep hunger. She dropped her head to lick me, once, in a lavish line all the way up my neck from my shoulders to my chin. When she spoke, her voice was on fire with barely containable lust.

"Mount me."

I shivered in excitement at the simple words, and shivered once more as she licked me again, in the same manner as before.

"Thrust yourself into me."

Yes. Yes! There was nothing I wanted to do more as she licked me yet again, leaving a line of tingling fire up my neck.

"Fill me until I overflow."

One last time she licked my neck, before she eased herself from on top of me and positioned herself besides me in the grass, the green stems hiding her white-mottled underside, only her grey back and wings exposed to the broad blue sky. Her blind eyes seemed to twinkle in an invitation I was powerless to refuse. As I rose shakily to my feet I admired her, and wondered that someone so beautiful and strong should be lying there, waiting for me to consummate our love.

Moving behind her, I rested my hands gently on her hips. Her legs were spread and her tail raised invitingly, giving me a clear view of her womanhood, so ready that moisture dripped down from it onto the grass. She'd asked me to mount her, to thrust myself into her, to fill her until she overflowed. And oh, how I wanted to. But she'd have to wait just a little longer. There was something I needed to do first.

Bringing my head down to her sex, so that her rich scent flooded my nostrils, I stuck out my tongue to lap up a drop of the juice leaking from my lover. The taste was pleasing, and by the way she twitched and sighed when I touched her there, I knew that Echobright was in no way opposed to me going further. I licked her again and then let my tongue slide between her lips, moving up and down drinking in her plentiful moisture, and making her moan with pleasure.

I hadn't finished with her yet. With my fingers I eased her lips slightly apart, giving me better access when I delved back in with my tongue, exploring her, locating her sensitive spots by the way she trembled when I touched them. At last my tongue found itself at the head of her opening, and after the barest hesitation I pushed deep inside, extending as far as it would go, making her squeal and gasp. Her tail coiled itself around my neck as though to encourage me as I flickered my tongue in and out of her, driving her wild.

Only when I thought I was in danger of bringing her to an early orgasm did I stop. Echobright was panting and shaking from my ministrations. My cock was screaming so loud for attention that ignoring its needs any longer would have been a kind of torture. It was time to give us both what we craved. Slowly, carefully, I mounted my lover, looping first my left leg around her shapely hips and then the right, putting my penis at a comfortable angle to slide inside her. I kissed her back tenderly, and she turned her head to kiss me in the softest and most compassionate way imaginable.

"Are you ready, Echobright?"

The answer to that was perfectly obvious, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"No. I'mdesperate. Get on with it and fuck me, Grey-Eye!"

"As the lady wishes."

It took only a single easy motion to slide slowly inside her, all the way. She feltgood- tight enough to grip me comfortably without being so tight as to impede movement. I let my head rest next to hers, touching, feeling her heavy breaths as we relished the sensation of me within her.

The position she'd chosen - the traditional hyeloki mating position, and probably therefore a good choice for our first time - put me in full control. I was free to choose the rate. Although I yearned to pound myself into her as fast and hard as I could, I resolved to go slowly. Thus I began, easing myself in and out in a measured rhythm that was nonetheless enough to send waves of delicious excitement running through my body; enough soon to have us both panting sandpaper breaths. As I realised how little work it would take to bring me to an orgasm from my extraordinary height of arousal, I was doubly glad of the slow pace - without it, my journey to a climax might have been embarrassingly short.

I kept up the slow rhythm, relishing the sumptuous wet squeeze of every inward thrust and the urgent shaking rush of her breath on every outward pull. Thrust, and pull; thrust, and pull; each one more deeply satisfying than the last. I found my wings beating up and down in time. With every thrust I had to fight my body's urge to speed up and bring the matter to a fast conclusion; in fact, I fought it so well I actually slowed down my rhythm as I felt myself approaching orgasm, to put off the inevitable end to our pleasure for as long as possible.

I knew it couldn't last much longer. I focused on my lover as I strove to slow down even further, to draw this moment out forever...

Echobright, her chest heaving beneath me as she lay in her own world of delirious pleasure...

Echobright, sliding around my buried shaft so perfectly...

Echobright, waiting for me to explode into her...

Echobright, so very beautiful...

Echobright, my lover...

Echobright, my mate...

Echobright...

Echo...

...bright...

We shrieked wordlessly into the sky as we both came at once - Echobright gushing around me just as I felt my seed scream out of me and into her, wave after wave of gorgeous ecstasy hitting me as I pumped wave after wave of liquid into her welcoming body. As our orgasms subsided we found ourselves shaking and breathless, our shrieking voices fading into tired moans, our rapture fading into a deep and measureless satisfaction. When we had recovered most of our breath, with me still resting contentedly inside her, we shared a weary but infinitely tender kiss.

We didn't speak. There was no need. Both of us knew we both needed to sleep. Slipping out of her, I crawled next to where she sat and lay down beside her in the grass. With her wing draped over me, I let myself drift into a deeply satisfied sleep.

I lay awake for some time before Echobright stirred from her sleep. I didn't move as I lay curled tightly under her wing, listening to the insects hum between the flowers and feeling her chest rise and fall slowly, her warm breath on the back of my neck. My mind drifted towards the future. What next? Would we stay here? Would we go somewhere else? What if Echobright was pregnant? I sighed contentedly. So many possible futures. And every one of them seemed brighter than the ones that had seemed likely just one day before.

I noticed Echobright stir and leant over to kiss her before she even had time to fully awake.

"Echobright, have you ever wanted to just fly away, see what's over the horizon? I mean, figuratively, in your case."

She blinked her blind eyes, apparently struggling to digest such a question so soon after waking up. I stroked her neck as I explained more.

"Eating whatever we can catch? Sleeping wherever we find ourselves? Making love whenever we feel like it? We can always come back here if we find you... you know... need to settle down for a while."

She was silent for a full minute, apparently deep in thought, and I didn't miss her rubbing her fingers over her belly as though dwelling on what might grow within. Her answer, when it came, was definite and without doubt.

"Let's do it."

"We could leave in the morning."

"We could leave right now."

I looked at her carefully, reading in her expression only the same world-hungry love that filled me.

"Right now? Just fly away?"

"Right now. Pick a horizon, and I'll carry you over it."

I glanced about, and pointed at where the red sun was just dipping under the horizon, lighting up the sky in shades of exploding red and gold.

"That one. I mean, the one right behind me, from where you are."

"Good choice. Get ready."

I scrambled to my feet and faced the sunset, my wings outstretched. She broke into a run, lifted into the sky and circled back towards me from behind. As soon as I saw her coming I whistled and started to run, running as fast as my legs would carry me, running until Echobright passed low over me and I jumped, jumped up into her embrace and let her pull me up, up into the sky.