13 Stupid (1/2)
Talia's sitting on the glide rocker when Amazonia finally awake and fresh from the shower comes outside through the sliding glass doors.
Talia greets her, ”Welcome back to the land of the living. It's nearly midday. They're getting ready to feed the children lunch.”
Amazonia lies on the glide rocker with her head in Talia's lap. She tells Talia, ”Too bad Bob's your uncle or I'ld recommend for you to try him. So where is your mate anyway?”
”He's at work while the rest of the men are working on the adult picnic table. I spent most of the morning doing math, reading and science with the children.
As for my Uncle Bob, Otter blushes every time he gets near her, you are laying here still high from your multiple orgasm sex-capades, while Zenith's in a bad mood for some reason.”
”Multiple,” inserts Amazonia with a nefarious grin.
Talia shakes her head amused and continues, ”Richy spent the dawn hours trying to KO me with Cougar suggesting positions thanks to you. I'll be spending the rest of the day walking funny because I'm sore.”
”Mmm,” is Amazonia's response.
Talia slides out from under Amazonia's head and stands. She informs her, ”If anybody needs me, I'm hiding in the tree house.” She's just not accustomed to being around so many people. Normally she just suffers through socializing during lunch at work. She finds the children have dragged a couple of blankets and a few pillows up into the tree house and she settles down for a nap.
The sound of the dolly being used to pull something up into the tree house wakes Talia up. She looks and sees Cougar below using the ropes to pull the dolly up.
Cougar greets her, ”Hey Tali, I brought you some lunch.”
As she stretches she tells him, ”That wasn't necessary.”
”Yeah it was,” Cougar tells her, ”I told Richy, I'ld look after you while he was at work.”
Cougar lifts and secures a fold down built in table and set two kid-size stools at the low table. He locks the dolly in place and sets the tray on the table. He pats one of the stools for Talia to sit on and sits on the other. The knees of his long legs make an acute angle. He and Richy are about the same height, not Roar's 7'2” tall or Amazonia's 6'6”, but 6'4” is not shabby.
Talia sits on the stool he indicated noting the extra bowl, spoon and cup. ”Are you expecting company?”
Cougar nods as he fills a bowl with stew and informs Talia, ”Uncle Bob… Roar was talking to him about Zenith in the kitchen. Apparently, she's upset because Uncle Bob hasn't touched her even though she and Roar have offered.”
Talia shakes her head as she accepts the bowl of stew, ”My poor Uncle Bob.”
Cougar agrees, ”I can hide behind the fact that it's cheating until my divorce is final. Plus, I'm not new and fascinating. It's no big deal if I'm not trying to mount every available female in sight. That's Bass's job. And with you and Richy being a new couple along with being true-mates and all, no one is expecting either of you to be sexually sociable.”
Uncle Bob climbs into the tree house and sits with his legs dangling through the opening in the floor. He accepts the bowl of stew and the slice of corn bread Cougar hands him.
Talia smells his anxiety and asks concerned, ”Are you alright Uncle Bob?”
Uncle Bob nods yes as he chews. Talia looks at Cougar who responds to her look of concern for her uncle with a shrug. They both eat slowly as they watch Uncle Bob wolf down his stew and cornbread. Then he hands his empty bowl to Cougar.
”Would you like more stew Uncle Bob,” asks Cougar.
Uncle Bob shakes his head no as he answers, ”No thanks.”
”Thirsty,” inquires Cougar.
Uncle Bob nods yes and Cougar hands him a cup of iced lemonade. Bob glugs half of it down in a few swallows.
”Talia I owe you an apology,” says Uncle Bob sincerely. ”I don't know how many times you told me things were just as complicated out here as in the city. Domesticated people like myself have it in our heads that just because free people don't have mortgages, leases, car notes, etcetera that your lives are simple and uncomplicated. Meaning we assume that as people we believe you're simple and uncomplicated. We don't realize that surviving in the wilderness requires more than strength, good instincts and the ability to camouflage as certain animals. It also requires superior quick intelligence… I've read your mother's books, Cougar. I even heard her lecture once. I have a feeling she deliberately glossed over quite a few things in order not to offend domesticated sensibilities. Because unfortunately most people like myself are happy to believe you're a bunch of wild sex fiends running about helter skelter in the wilderness. The truth is that you're average domestic doesn't want to know that you're more than us, better than us.”
”I don't know about better,” says Talia thoughtfully, ”certainly just as human and equally intelligent of course.”
”Listen to you,” Uncle Bob tells Talia a bit amused, ”you're always so sensible and fair. Domesticated people are seldom sensible and fair; especially not when it comes to dealing with free people. I don't know how many times Reynold begged me to come out with him to meet his woman and my own nephew. And I refused because I didn't want mother and father pissed at me the way they were pissed at him; especially mother, who kept insisting there was no way 'the little bastard' was his… I've seen pictures and videos of my nephew, Hunter. But I never met him, never held him, never read to him, I never nothing with my own nephew… Mother was incensed when Reynold brought Panther home after Hunter's death. Panther could smell mother's hate for her. Mother was too proper to say anything to Panther's face or in front of her. But that didn't stop mother from sharing how she felt or what she thought when Panther wasn't present… Reynold had saved a lock of Hunter's hair. And when the DNA test Reynold had done came back proving Hunter was his son, he dared mother to call his son a bastard again. I admired Reynold and I wished I had his courage and strength as a young man. I just never had the guts to defy our parents in any way, especially not mother… Panther was nothing but respectful and gracious. Reynold had already taught her the basics of reading, writing and arithmetic. In no time she was doing so at a college level. It was socializing with domesticated people that gave her trouble. Reynold got her an etiquette coach and Panther worked hard to be the kind of daughter-in-law mother would approve of. She let mother drag her around to expensive shops and boutiques and dress her up like she was a life size doll. Reynold put a stop to that when mother brought her home one day from a solon with a very short haircut that Panther was in tears over. Reynold was furious. He loved Panther's hair… When Panther became pregnant with their second child, mother became strangely helpful. She found an OBGYN for Panther and volunteered to take Panther to her appointments while Reynold was at work. Panther became horribly ill and miscarried. By the time the estate was finished and Reynold and Panther were moving in, there had been three miscarriages and a premature stillborn boy… Panther became pregnant again shortly after they moved into the estate, Panther didn't tell anyone, not even Reynold. But of course after she started to show and couldn't hide the pregnancy anymore, mother was on the phone making the necessary appointments for Panther. Panther didn't want to go. She told Reynold the medicine might be good for tamed women and their babies, but she was sure it was bad for her and her babies. She also informed Reynold that Mother, the doctor and the nurses all smelled of deceit. And that baby boy was born stillborn barely a couple of months later. Reynold finally became suspicious and had a quiet investigation done… He learned that Mother had paid the doctor to ensure none of Panther's pregnancies were successful. Reynold ensured that his practice closed, that he gave up his license to practice medicine and that he would never practice medicine again. He confronted mother in front of Father. Father hadn't known what she'd done and he even called her an 'evil bitch.' Father moved into a separate bedroom from her and if she walked into a room he was in after that, he left the room and refused to speak with her unless there was some sort of social function going on that meant company was present. He and I barely spoke to her after learning what she'd done, just what was necessary for keeping up the appearance of a unified family. Reynold made sure Mother understood clearly that if she ever caused his family harm again, she'd get the death penalty for it.”
”Me'-me' didn't tell me any of this,” Talia looking at her great uncle intently. ”I knew Paw-paw had secrets, but Me'-me' shared a lot with me.”
”Reynold never told Panther what Mother did. But your grandmother was a smart woman. I'm sure she knew the truth.” Bob stares out at nothing, ”Your mother was born hale and hearty without Panther going to one OBGYN appointment. Mother was never permitted near Doe when she was an infant or a small child. Your grandfather didn't trust her near your grandmother anymore and he certainly wasn't going to let her near your mother. Our mother had already proven herself capable of murder. Yet it didn't stop mother from questioning Panther's maternal skills… Then at twenty-one, Doe decided to live wild. Our mother had fits. She ranted and raved about wasted education, that money had been wasted for Doe to go to college just so she could run naked thru the woods. And when talk of formal education for you began, she asked 'What for?' and said it would be a waste because you would just run off to live wild too… You were still just a little bitty thing when Mother finally passed away, but none of us shed a tear. Except for my wife that is, and I doubt one of her tears was sincere. But my mother had actually liked her and my boys, heaven help them. I don't even like my own sons. Love them, but I don't like them. But Father, he had truly adored Doe and you. My boys were spoiled rotten and he hated that. No one is entitled to anything they didn't earn. He believed that and so do I.”
”What's really bothering you Uncle Bob,” asks Talia concerned. ”You smell so sad and remorseful.”
”I guess I just feel guilty and undeserving of the love and acceptance I'm receiving here,” responds Uncle Bob resting his hands in his lap. They're hands that haven't known any real manual labor, but have truly enjoyed working on the picnic tables with the other men. He shares, ”Most of what I know about free people isn't because I spent any significant amount of time with them, not like this. And even after I knew what Mother had done, I still wasted years trying to please her and be the perfect son hoping for some sort of compliment or sign that I wasn't a total disappointment… Panther, Doe and especially you, Talia, have given me the examples of what free people are really like, such kindness, patience, generosity and selflessness… After Father suffered his second stroke, he went to live with Reynold and Panther. Physically he was still a fine figure of a man, but the second stroke nearly robbed him completely of his power of speech. Yet somehow you, Doe, Panther and even Roar always understood him. He had very little patience for Reynold and me his last few years, probably because we didn't have the patience to try to understand him when he was trying to talk. Even less patience for my spoiled worthless sons, my ex-wife and absolutely no tolerance for his own wife… Yet here I sit after years of wasted effort and wasted time working on a doomed marriage, providing the best education to my two worthless sons who wouldn't even try and just flunked out. They actually expected me to buy them good grades. Such a thought would never even enter your mind, Talia… I guess I'm just feeling a little over whelmed by the unconditional love and acceptance I'm getting here. Roar's not my biological nephew, but I'm still having a hard time wrapping my mind around him being generous enough to share his mate with me, or any of these beautiful women wanting me for me with no concern for my money, nor material possessions or my power. None of that means anything to them. They just simply sense and smell my stress and offer me comfort. I certainly never considered sex as a way to reduce my stress, and I didn't know it could be used to comfort someone else.”
Talia adds to inform her uncle, ”It also strengthens social bonds. Sharing Zenith with you is another way for Roar to bring you closer to him like working on the picnic table together has done for all the males here.”
Uncle Bob nods his head with his eyebrows furrowed. He asks, ”So what are the rules for this situation? I can tell I'm hurting both of their feelings with my reluctance.”
Talia shrugs, ”I'm kind of out of my element here,” she admits. ”By remaining a virgin for so long, I'm kind of socially crippled.”
But Cougar's not socially crippled like Talia, ”Well, if you're that uncomfortable with it because you think of Roar as a nephew, just explain it to them. They'll understand. But it's not unusual for a male to share his mate while she's pregnant or nursing full-time. She can't get pregnant while she's already pregnant and nursing full-time stops a woman's cycle decreasing her chances of getting pregnant. Yet depending on who the other male is he may not care if she gets pregnant by him and will still treat any other man's child his mate gives birth to as his own. Free males usually aren't as generous with their mates while they're nursing, mostly because every time she's finished nursing the baby he's going to mount her and nearly any other female that takes a turn nursing or suckling his baby. Free females share nursing all the time. Sometimes babies aren't hungry and just want to suckle. Young women who haven't had a baby yet or are newly pregnant are often asked to step in so the mother is free to take care of something else… Anyhow, no one expects you to do anything you're truly uncomfortable with. But the basic rules are: you don't mark another man's mate, no hickies basically. You don't scent mark another man's mate. You don't have the glands necessary for that, so no problem there. And normally, Roar would watch like he did with Bass to make sure he respected his mate. But because of the level of trust and love Roar has for you, he'll allow you privacy with his mate that he wouldn't give me or Bass.”
Uncle Bob still doesn't know what to do, so he asks, ”Talia, what would you do?”
Talia is surprised by the question and answers, ”I'm not sure… Probably sacrifice some of my dignity and pride to save face and keep from hurting anyone's feelings.”
”So,” Uncle Bob asks, ”what if Lance hadn't had a premature ejaculation problem?”
Talia doesn't like her answer, but she answers honestly, ”I would have endured his intimate attention just like I endured his asinine childish sense of humor along with his groping and slobbering on me while he was sloppy drunk. I'm not sure how many times I endured him humping me too drunk to find the hole and cumming on my inner thigh or on my ass.”
Uncle Bob is surprised by the intimate details Talia has just shared. But he's even more surprised by the amount of revulsion in her voice. He hadn't realized that Talia had been sacrificing pieces of her dignity and pride putting up with Lance simply for appearances sake in domesticated society. He may be uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with his nephew's pregnant mate, but he wouldn't be sacrificing pieces of his pride or dignity. And it wasn't an affair or cheating because Roar was giving him permission. This morning in the kitchen Roar had nearly begged him to do Zenith while they were talking.
Then another thought pops into Uncle Bob's head and he asks Talia, ”You said you would have endured Lance. What if you had gotten pregnant by him?”
Talia actually shivers in disgust, not at the thought of being pregnant by Lance, but at the thought of actually having to mate with him. She answers, ”Then I would have had his baby. But I was never going to marry him.”
”Why would you have his baby,” asks Uncle Bob. ”Why wouldn't you terminate the pregnancy?”
Talia's mouth drops open shocked by the suggestion she terminate her own baby. Talia can't even respond.
Cougar answers him instead, ”A free female would never terminate her own baby, no matter who the father was, no matter how unpleasant the conception was. For free people, that's murdering an innocent child who's a victim too.”
Uncle Bob nods his understanding and starts climbing down out of the tree house, ”See you kids later.”
”Later Uncle Bob,” calls Cougar.
Talia steps up to the banister of the gazebo style tree house and leans on it. Cougar steps up behind her and leans over her with his hands on the banister on both sides of her. The children are playing nearby on the swing set and jungle gym. There's something going on over on the other side of the yard, but they can't hear the conversation.
Talia can smell Cougar's arousal and feel his erection pressing against her heart shaped bottom. He presses firmly into her as he inhales her scent. He smells her get wet for him.
Cougar whispers in her ear, ”I still love you, Tali. Always have. Always will.” If he had known how unhappy she was, he would have gone after her.
”I know,” responds Talia softly.
Cougar begins to slowly grind against her bottom and kisses her neck. He asks her in a whisper, ”Do you still love me Tali?”
A tear rolls down Talia's cheek. ”Why do you ask a question you already know the answer to?”
He tells her in a whisper, ”Because I need to hear you say it. Because it's been so long since I heard you say it. Please, I need to hear you say it.”
More tears escape from Talia's eyes, but she tells him, ”I love you too. Always have. Always will. Now you need to stop.”
Cougar kisses the sensitive spot he knows is there just blow her ear. ”I just want to dry fuck you, Tali, like when we were teenagers. Play mate, like when we were children.”
”Then get permission from Richy like you had from my parents when we were teenagers,” she tells him. ”Besides, your Sheila is devious enough to have hired a private detective, who may be sitting out there with a telescopic camera waiting to catch you doing something naughty.”
Cougar sighs and settles for holding Talia with his chin resting on top of her head. He asks her teasingly, ”So you wouldn't help poor Lance find the hole.”
Talia smiles and giggles amused, ”Hell no. If he couldn't find it, he didn't deserve to get it.”
Uncle Bob steps up to Roar and Wildcat and ask, ”What's happening?”
”A challenge,” answers Roar.
”Bass got bold and asked to mount Amazonia,” explains Wildcat. ”Except you left her so well sated she tried to shoo him away. But Bass has balls, told Amazonia whatever you did he could do just as well and just tell him what to do.”
”She still tried to send him away,” shares Roar, ”but he insisted she tell him what to do and let him try. Now if he can satisfy her as well as you did, she'll recommend him to other females. A recommendation from Amazonia, Chief of the Amazons, will carry a lot of weight and make him quite popular with the ladies.”
Amazonia tosses the long seat cushion from the couch sized glide-rocker on the ground, lies on it on her back and begins telling Bass what to do.
”Where's Zenith,” ask Uncle Bob.
”In the house,” answers Roar. ”In the family room, I think. She mumbled something about TV.”
Uncle Bob nods and heads into the house. Immediately upon stepping through the sliding glass doors, Bob hears crying. He pauses at the top of the steps leading down into the family room where he sees Seal trying to console Zenith. Bob had forgotten how sensitive pregnant women could be.
Bob steps over to Zenith and Seal on the couch and request, ”Miss Seal, may I please speak with Zenith alone.”
Seal nods yes and makes herself scarce by going outside to check on the children.
Bob sits next to Zenith as she quickly wipes her tears, embarrassed to be caught crying by a man. Bob turns her face toward him and caresses her cheek with a thumb. He tells her, ”You're too lovely to be crying like this. Why are you so upset?”
”I've heard domesticated men don't like pregnant women because they're fat. I was telling Seal that you must be disgusted by me, that fat women must really turn you off,” answers Zenith.
Bob acknowledges, ”Some domesticated men are turned off by fat women and think of pregnant women as fat. But I'm not one of them. Pregnant and fat are two different things, and a little extra meat on a women is often a good thing. After all, bones are for dogs while steak is for men. You don't turn me off, quite the opposite. What I'm having trouble with is the fact that you're my nephew's woman.”
Zenith tries to understand, ”But you're not Roar's uncle, you're Talia's uncle.”
Bob nods agreeingly, ”Biologically, no, Roar's not my nephew. My niece Doe was not his biological mother. But in her heart where it matters most, he is her son. He's Talia's big brother. And here in my heart, he is my nephew. And domesticated men don't share their mates. I wasn't aware free men did until quite recently.”
Zenith is a little confused, ”But your brother was a member of Animalistic Tribe. He never shared Panther with you?”
Bob answers honestly, ”No, and I never would have dared asked him to do such a thing. Even if he had offered, I would have thought he was losing his mind. I wouldn't have understood.”
Yet Zenith still asks, ”So there's nothing wrong with me?”
Bob smiles as he answers, ”Absolutely not. You are a truly beautiful desirable woman. And if you truly desire my attention, dear lady, then I'm all yours.”
Zenith asks him, ”Would you like to mount me like you did Otter?”
”Actually,” Bob tells her, ”I would like to be able to look upon your lovely face. We'll figure something out.” Then he kisses her neck feeling like he needs to make up for hurting her feeling with a little extra special attention. Her top is halter style and he unties the straps exposing her breasts. Pregnancy has turned her already chocolate nipples to an extra special dark chocolate and he takes one in his mouth. As he suckles her breast, she slides one of her long legs behind him and undoes his shorts.
Zenith takes Bob's manhood in her hand and runs her thumb over the tip. Having never been with a man as Caucasian as Bob, she says a little surprised, ”It's so pink.”
Bob smiles amused and tells her, ”Lie back for me.”
Zenith lies back for him and lets him adjust her to his liking. He puts the leg she slid behind him over his shoulder pulling her up at a slight angle as he leans over her bracing himself on the arm of the sofa behind her head. He watches her face as he takes his time working his manhood inside her. He asks her, ”How do you like it, dear lady, fast or slow?”
”Hard and deep,” Zenith informs him. ”I like a hard deep mating. Make me scream if you can.”
Bob smiles as he responds, ”As you wish.” Then he begins to give her as she requested immediately, ramming hard and pushing deep, eliciting sounds of pleasure from her open mouth as she grips his forearm with one hand and his ass with her other hand. As the first orgasm hits her, she gasps, ”Yes, yes!” But Bob continues to give it to her like she asked for until her body is spasming uncontrollably from multiple orgasms and the involuntary noises exiting her are basically screams. Then he finally allows himself the luxury of climaxing deep inside her.
Bob pulls out of her slowly as he wipes tears from her face. He reties the straps of her halter behind her neck and straightens her skirt down over her rubbery thighs. He kisses her cheek and informs her, ”I'll fetch you a glass of ice water.” Except when he gets back with the glass of ice water, Zenith is sleeping. He sits the glass of ice water on a coaster on the coffee table, runs his hand over her baby-belly and smiles when he feels the baby kick. He covers her with a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. Then he steps into Richy's office to make a call. His mobile phone is off up in the bedroom. He turned it off after informing his assistant he would be unavailable while Talia was ill. Taking time off from work like this is something he wouldn't have done twenty to thirty years ago.
When Uncle Bob steps back outside, Bass is laying on his back in the grass grinning from ear-to-ear like a Cheshire cat as his hand caresses Amazonia's quivering thigh. Amazonia's still lying on the cushion, her thighs quivering uncontrollably like jello, her hands resting on her ribs below her breasts. She's not shedding any tears of ecstasy like she did for Bob. She would never allow herself to shed tears of any kind in public. She is the current Amazonia, Chief of the Amazons. Even with her long legs slightly bent, the height difference between her and Bass is still obvious. Bass is currently the shortest male here at a height of 5'9”. Without Bass, at 6' even, Uncle Bob would be the shortest man here.
Wildcat smiles knowingly at Bob, ”Seal said you were talking with Zenith. It smells like you did a little more than just talk.”
Uncle Bob responds in very businesslike manner, ”Well she's sleeping peacefully now. She was a little upset. She thought I found her undesirable because she's pregnant which isn't true. And I had forgotten how sensitive pregnant women can be.”
”Roar will be relieved,” shares Wildcat. He glances back toward the children where Roar is giving a stern lecture after breaking up a skirmish between the two oldest boys that Seal and Otter were having trouble pulling apart. He informs Bob, ”Amazon women have egos like men, but they're still women, every bit as sensitive and loving despite the tough guy exterior.”
”How many children does Amazonia have,” asks Bob recalling the softness of Amazonia's breasts in his hands and spotting a few stretch marks on her abdomen as she lays there recovering on the cushion on the ground.
”Just one,” answers Wildcat with a smile, ”my granddaughter, Nubia, my only grandbaby thus far. She's four and she is a joyful little pip.”
”Just one,” says Bob kind of surprised she doesn't have at least two or three like most free women even though he's not sure of her age. The fact that she's a chief indicates she's most likely a little older than Talia.
Wildcat explains, ”Amazon women usually wait until they're at least sixteen to dispose of their virginity which gives them time to get to know their cycle well. They learn when their fertile time is and avoid intimate contact during that time until they decide they're ready for a baby. I think domesticated doctors call it the Rhythm Method. Gives free women just as much control over their reproductivity as domesticated women without risking their reproductive health or future illnesses caused by too many years of using medicines for birth control.”
”My next question may offend you,” Uncle Bob tells Wildcat, ”so please forgive me if it does. But… why didn't it bother you to see or rather how could you watch Bass with your daughter?”
Wildcat's not offended, just surprised. It actually seems like a good question as he thinks about it for a moment before he answers. ”I just don't see it the same way I would if he'ld been doing Squirrel or Angel. I'm just watching her have fun. It doesn't actually register as sex in my mind. It falls under my daughter playing. And she's kind of uptight and very serious. The opposite of Cougar. She needs all the fun she can get… I guess because she's my daughter, there's a barrier in my mind that prevents me from seeing it the same,” Wildcat shrugs hoping he explained it sufficiently since he never thought about it before.
”So did Bass meet the challenge,” inquires Bob sitting on a stone by the fire-pit.
”Yeah,” answer Wildcat from his stone. ”Amazonia's being stubborn about it. He's a young buck and while he did the job, I think it lacked something for her. But more mature males like ourselves got more heart. We put our hearts into all that we do which is something women appreciate. She'll recommend you first, but she'll give him a recommendation too. Plus Angel and Squirrel were visibly impressed with his performance. Squirrel already liked him because he's cute and they've been getting together every time the moment presents itself. But Angel had kind of been ignoring him and now she'll try him out and if she likes how he does, she'll recommend him too.”
After arriving home from work, Richy goes straight into the house and changes out of his uniform into a pair of jeans before he heads outside to join everyone else. The children are already sitting at their new picnic table eating supper. He greets them and asks how their day was. Other than the skirmish between the two oldest boys, Beaver and Howl, they had a great day and the two boys are best friends now which Richy tells them is good to hear because they're family now. He ask them where Talia is and they tell him she's still in the tree house where she's been most of the day.
He stops by the new adult picnic table and greets everyone there. The only two people missing are Cougar and Talia.
Roar informs Richy, ”Cougar just went to see if Talia's going to come eat with us.”
Wildcat adds, ”I think she's a little over loaded socially. For years she's spent the majority of her life alone except for two to three days in the city every new moon, then two to three days with Roar, the boys and me while the rest of the tribe shunned her. I think she needed some down time. She spent quite a bit of the day laying on a good sized limb over the tree house, dozed a little, but mostly she just watched the rest of us interact.”
”It must be so hard for her,” Otter speculates. ”At least when Fjord isn't around things basically go back to normal for us within our tribe. But she's never really known normal.”
Roar is curious about what things are like when Talia goes into the city, so he asks, ”Uncle Bob, what's it like in the city and at work for Talia? She never really talks about it.”
Uncle Bob shares, ”At work, she's loved. Her personal staff absolutely adores her. She's the boss. I don't hire or fire anyone without her approval. She meets all potential employees after I've interviewed them, and the first thing they learn is that she's the boss. They may initially deal with or technically deal with someone else as their direct supervisor or department head on the daily basis, but Talia calls the shots… Now outside of work, there's always the no shoes issue to deal with. Many people are flat out rude and unfriendly and even more so when they know they're dealing with a free person. So she doesn't like to leave our building. But once in a while someone will manage to drag her out for dinner or to a night club for dancing. She loves dancing, but she hates being surrounded by strangers. She's simply hates being stuck in a crowd of strangers no matter the situation.”
Richy sees Cougar climbing down out of the tree house, but Talia's not following him. He tells the others, ”I'll be back,” heading for the tree house intending to have Talia come down and eat with everyone else. Except on the way to the tree house he pauses to greet Cougar and doesn't like what he smells. He smells Talia on Cougar. He knows what he smells happened hours ago and that nothing truly intimate happened, yet he still grabs Cougar by the back of his neck.
Cougar may not be a guardian, but he's not a submissive male. He and Richy have always been equals, but the gesture tells Cougar they're not anymore and he tells Richy, ”Richy nothing happened.”
”She got wet for you,” states Richy angry.
Cougar informs Richy, ”I just wanted to dry fuck her. But she said no, not without your permission.”
Richy releases Cougar with a slight shove and continues to the tree house. Cougar calls after him, ”Richy don't,” as he leaps up through the opening in the floor of the tree house. She's laying on her right side. Her left side has a large thick scab and is still tender and sore. The bruises Fjord left her with the previous day are already starting to fade and are less purple and more yellow.
Richy lands in a crouch at Talia's feet. She immediately smells his anger and begins to scoot away. Richy grabs her ankle firmly and Talia freezes. Tears begin to well up and over from her eyes and spill down her cheeks as she says meekly, ”Richy … Richy you're angry…”
Richy pushes Talia's legs apart as he moves over her. ”You got wet for Cougar.”
Despite her tears and how upset she is, Talia's face sets firmly for a moment as she tells him, ”It was brief, too brief to call a count on.” She tucks the excess of her knee length skirt between her thighs and over her crotch.
Richy responds angrily, ”Long enough to stain him with it for the day,” as he unzips his fly.
Talia attempts to push Richy away unsuccessfully as she informs him, ”He was on my ass, but nothing happened. He just wanted to dry-fuck but I told him not without your permission.”
Richy inhales her scent deeply, ”Yet you still got wet at just the thought of a little dry-fucking with him. But smell you now; even though I'm angry and your upset and a little scared with just a touch of pissed off, you're still hot, wet and ready for me.”
Talia shoves her hands down over her crotch to keep him from pulling her skirt out from over her privates. She spits out, ”So, you touch me and I get wet. You breathe on me and I get wet. You step into the same room with me and I get wet. I don't care how wet, hot and ready I am for you. I don't want to mate with you while you're angry like this.”
Richy grabs her hands and pins them above her head by her wrists with his left hand. He pulls the bunched up skirt out of his way. Then despite her verbal protests, he pushes his cock inside her. Talia's body betrays her by cooperating with Richy's body. Her hips push up to meet his of their own volition in time with his thrusts. Her verbal protest become moans and sighs as he suckles the sensitive spot on her neck below her ear while his free hand slides under her top to squeeze a breast. His mouth moves over hers and her mouth accepts his deep probing kiss.
When the first orgasm rips through her, Richy releases her wrists. He exposes her breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Talia's hands fist at her sides as the next orgasm rips through her. She turns her head away from his next kiss, but Richy grabs her by the hair and turns her head back. She accepts his mouth unhappily. Her feelings are hurt and her body has betrayed her. Her tears continue to spill from her eyes.
A few orgasms later, Richy realizes she's not purring for him like she usually does even though her legs are trembling uncontrollably from repeated orgasms. He hooks his arms under her knees as he pushes up over her, pulling her legs open wider for him so he can push deeper. He had already been hitting the end of her before that, but this position allows him to hit her cervix dead on. He fucks her as hard and deep as he possibly can until he finally cums deep within her and she's twitching helplessly beneath him, biting her fist to keep from hollering out loud.
Richy tucks his cock away into his jeans as he sits back on his heels. He looks at Talia, really looks at her. She's laying there looking away from him as she continues to cry with her nose running like a child. Only part of her body's twitching is caused from the multiple orgasms. The rest is from her chest hitching as she fights sobbing out loud. He finally notices that she changed into something pretty. The matching gypsy style top and skirt is a dark yellow that looks glorious against her beautiful tan skin.
Richy straightens her skirt back out and fixes her top back over her breasts. Then he sits back against a wall of the tree house, pulls her into his lap and hugs her. He can't remember exactly what he was mad about or what he was trying to prove. Was he trying to prove something to himself or to her? Now he just feels like a big dumb jerk as he rocks her not knowing what to say.
”Cougar,” Richy calls knowing he didn't go eat and is waiting below the tree house.
Cougar quickly climbs back up into the tree house from where he had been pacing below it. His worry and concern is as clear on his face as it is in his scent. ”Man, Richy,” he says with his heart aching for both of his friends.
Richy doesn't know what to do or say. But he remembers what Wildcat said about Cougar always being good with Talia that he just always seems to know what to do or say to make her feel better, and he's seen Cougar with her and knows it's true. He knows that Cougar knows Talia better than he does. He tries to articulate something to Cougar, but fails. Instead he hugs and kisses her as he sheds some tears of his own.
”Richy, please, let me hold her,” request Cougar slowly putting out his hands to take Talia. ”It's okay,” he assures, ”I'm not going anywhere with her. We're going to stay here right by you.” And he slowly takes Talia in his arms.
As Talia slowly puts her arms around Cougar's neck the tears begin to flow unrestrained and she sobs softly. It's the most mournful sob Richy has ever heard and it's breaking his heart to hear it and he knows he caused it. He watches the way Cougar gently soothes her with soft touches, his hands gliding softly over her tan skin. One of his hands occasionally slides into her hair while other makes slow circles on her back.
Cougar assures her softly, ”It's ok my lovely. It's going to be alright my beautiful, beautiful Talia.”
Richy listens as a Talia manages to articulate to Cougar what happened. ”I, I … said no… But he, he, he… pa, pa punished me. … I said no (She exhales a soft sob and sniffs.) not, not, not without his permission. An, an, and he still (She sniffs.) he pa, pa, pa, punished me.”
Richy doesn't attempt to wipe the tears from his face as he rest his head in his hands. She thinks he was punishing her. Was he punishing her? He's not sure what he was trying to do, but make her cry like this sure wasn't it.
A tear runs down Cougar's cheek. ”It's my fault,” he tells her. ”I'm not good for you. I'm always getting you in trouble.”
Talia makes the saddest sound Richy has ever heard in his whole life as she clings tighter to Cougar and sobs softly, ”No, you're good.”
Cougar shakes his head as tears squeeze from his eyes, ”I'm sorry my lovely. I'm bad for you.”
”No,” Richy says pushing his fingers back through his dark hair. ”You're good for her, Cougar.”
”I don't understand Richy,” says Cougar sadly. ”She didn't do nothin' wrong. She's a good mate. Even if she had let me dry-fuck her, it's nothing to get mad about. It's such a little thing and she wouldn't even do that much without your permission. She's yours Richy. I couldn't take her from you if I wanted to. She can't leave you and she doesn't want to. She's your true-mate and she loves you.”
”She loves you too,” Richy tells Cougar, ”and I guess I was feeling threatened by that. I realized the other day that you're in love with her, that you've always loved her, and that in the not too distant future I would be sharing her with you even though I'd rather not. I'm trying to absorb and accept that, and I don't know… I smelled her arousal for you, but it wasn't just the smell of her arousal. I could smell her longing for you. And we've not been together long but I still know she's not one for being casually aroused. She loves you. It's why she said yes to you after telling all the others no… You always want to give the ones you love that which you know will make them happy. And no one would just let you two be together and love each other. It made me realize I was already sharing her with you because she was in love with you first. Blew my little illusion of having her to myself for a while right out of the water and I just wasn't ready for it.”
Cougar shakes his head sadly. ”Richy, you're her true-mate. Her love for you comes before her love for me. She can tell me no and walk away. She can't do that with you. Her body will obey your body's demands even if her heart and mind don't want to. So you need to be careful not to abuse that.”
Richy nods his understanding to Cougar. Then he request, ”Talia, will you look at me please,” as he gently touches her hair.
”It's ok beautiful,” encourages Cougar, ”look at your mate.”
Talia's not crying anymore, but she's reluctant to look at Richy.
Richy asks her, ”Did you hear your mate, Tali. He said it's ok to look at me.”
Talia's been listening to the two men she loves. And she clearly heard Richy call Cougar her mate. She slowly turns her head toward Richy. Her eyes are wide and shocky.
Cougar starts to say, ”I'm not…”
”Yes you are,” Richy smiles, ”just as much as I am and in some ways more… Tali, he's you're mate too. After you've had a chance to think about it, you'll know it's true. But there can be no actual mating until his divorce is final. If it got back to Sheila somehow it would be bad. But the dry-fuckings ok, just keep it inside and out of sight.
And this may be a selfish dominant male need of mine, but I need the first baby to be mine. And I need this…” Richy pulls a small velvet box from his pocket. He opens it revealing a lovely diamond engagement ring. ”Maybe I'm not you're only mate, but let me be your husband. Let me own that. I know I don't deserve it. And it's a guarantee that I'm going to screw up again along the way. But please marry me. Let me be your husband please.”
Talia looks at Cougar for what to do.
Cougar tells Talia, ”He's the best one for that job.”
She looks back at Richy, slowly holds out her left hand and nods. Richy slips the ring from its box and with a shaky hand slides it onto her ring finger.
Talia continues to hold onto Cougar with her right arm across the back of his shoulders with her petite right hand gripping his left shoulder as she sits in the security of his lap. She uses the first two fingers of her left hand to guide Richy by his chin to her for a kiss.
Richy rest his head in the crook of her neck. She pulls the fingers of her petite left hand through his smooth dark hair and he relaxes.
”Kiss him,” Richy directs Talia. ”He's dying to kiss you.”
”But we're outside,” Talia cranes her head to scan the area. ”Someone may see.”
”We're on the floor of the tree house at least 10 meters in the air with banister-walls over a meter high.” Richy scans the area too. ”They'ld almost have to be directly over us. And even then, the roof of the tree house along with all the branches and leaves over us would still block their view.”
All three of them scan the area for another minute. Then Cougar turns Talia's face toward his. He runs a thumb over her full lips as his licks his own. Then he runs his thumb along her cheek as he slides his hand back behind her neck. Richy watches waiting to possibly feel jealous or a spike of anger or some other negative emotion. He watches as there's a soft tentative touch and pull of lips that progresses into a deep devouring kiss. But no green eyed monster rears its head, no flames of anger erupt, no negative feelings over whelm him.