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Authors: Greg Curtis

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It dawned on
them both at that moment that they were both aroused by the
intimacy. And that it wasn’t the first time for either of them. He
saw the truth in her eyes as she saw it in his.

 

“Oh Lord.” He
groaned quietly, understanding he was losing control again, but
this time it was the sensuality of her flesh and the desires of his
own treasonous body that were his undoing. His wasn’t the only
groan. Cyrea too was in the same boat. They might be combatants,
they might be completely different species, but they liked each
other in the way that a man and a woman should. They both knew it
could only end in disaster. He should have backed away then, but he
couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to lose to her. No more did he want to
stop touching her. And he knew no more would she back off, for all
the same reasons.

 

“What are we
doing?” He asked her and heard only silence. He knew he would get
little more; she was just as confused as him, and just as
determined. And their flesh was becoming more demanding by the
moment, gradually forcing them to yield to its desire whether they
wanted to or not. Still, they were competitive, they couldn’t be
any less. They were both determined to win at all costs. But now
the definition of winning was changing for them. At first it had
involved beating the other into a pulp. Now it was becoming
something else entirely.

 

“I don’t know,
but I like it.” She whispered it to him much later, obviously
shocked to be admitting such a thing at all, let alone to him.

 

“So do I and it
scares the shit out of me.” It scared them both, but neither of
them backed off, nor even slowed down. Nor did either of them
really want to stop. In some way they realized their competition
had always been a disguise for their passion. A cover, or an
excuse. Now it was out in the open, and it scared them even as they
welcomed it.

 

Deep down they
both understood that the pretence had to continue, for a while at
least, until they had seen this through to wherever it would
naturally go. But the problem was they didn’t exactly know where it
would finish. They knew where they both wanted and feared it going,
but they were also frightened it wouldn’t make it there. That they
would be left empty and cold, and incomplete. The competition was
their way to keep them moving forward, regardless of their fear,
and they seized at it, knowing it would be a difficult battle
ahead. The fighting had just been the opening match. They both knew
this was the main event, the final, and they had to go through to
the last round. Neither wanted to lose.

 

Somehow it
became a brand new contest as he rubbed himself harder and harder
against Cyrea, and she in turn rubbed against him. They were both
possessed by passion, and riddled with doubt. Was the contest to
dominate each other sexually as well as physically, or simply to
give in to their needs and enjoy? Was it really just a plan by the
other just to win the bout? Neither of them could know the other
well enough to answer their questions. All they could do was
continue. But that way just led to more and more excitement and
less and less control. They both started moaning softly, but caught
between pride and lust, they would not even think of stopping.

 

Eventually
David discovered something. He didn’t want to fight Cyrea any
longer. He absolutely wanted to win, and he desperately wanted to
keep playing their new game, but not to fight any more. Someone had
to make the first move.

 

He needed to
know how things were with Cyrea. Did she still want to fight him,
or play with him? Or both? But he couldn’t ask her. Even now,
knowing she was as turned on as he was he couldn’t simply ask her.
It would have been like begging, an admission of weakness, and he
simply baulked at the thought. Instead it had to be in the context
of the competition.

 

“I’m glad you
like it. Very glad. But we both know it’s also only the start. A
good start, but there’s so much more of the game to play. The
question is how far are you willing to go?” It was the new fight
contract being posted and they both understood that. They’d both
been waiting for it, impatiently.

 

The rules had
changed again, and the new rules were very simple, go all the way
or lose. He had laid down the challenge for her to take up. But the
new challenge definition of winning had nothing to do with fighting
any longer. It was purely about sex. Was either one of them
prepared to take that risk, or was either prepared to back down?
They weren’t sure quite who the winner would be, but they both knew
the loser would be the one who backed away first, followed closely
by the other. David couldn’t back away, and no more he hoped and
feared, could Cyrea.

 

Very gently he
lowered her hands to the ground, letting her body come down on him,
bringing her mouth to his. And then he kissed her, a full,
passionate statement of his intent which she returned, while his
hands which were finally free started wandering over her body.

 

That was the
moment he had worried about. The moment when he let go of her hands
and she could suddenly attack him again. When she could show him
that she truly wasn’t interested in him, beating him both
physically and emotionally. He needn’t have worried. His kiss was
returned with interest, and he felt her tongue touching his, shyly,
though only at first. Her breath was sweet and minty, and he hoped
his was as pleasant. Her hands began to play with him as he played
with her. The new contract had been signed.

 

“Further than
you.” Her words were hesitant, but her hands reaching under his
shirt were certain. They told him she was raising the stakes again,
refusing to be out done and at the same time that she too wanted so
much more. Immediately he responded, reaching down and then up,
finding her buttocks underneath her skirt, and enjoying their feel
in his hands. They were perfect, round and firm, and so obviously
designed for his hands to hold.

 

He was
fascinated by the way her tail joined, and the way it reacted to
his touch. He gave its sensitive base a tickle that caused her to
rub herself against him uncontrollably. After her surprised gasp,
her legs unhooked from him and he suddenly found himself able to
pull his own legs together. He was finally free. Yet when he had
his freedom, he made no move to stop what he was doing. He just
used the new found freedom of his hips to add even more movement to
their pleasure. She quickly found his buttocks in response. He
rubbed the base of her tail some more, deliberately driving her
wild.

 

“That’s not
possible, you have to know that. I’m male and I want you. It’s no
longer a choice for me. I want to make love to you. If it’s
possible, and if you give me any chance at all, I will. But I don’t
want you to do anything you would regret later. So if you have any
doubts, please tell me now. Otherwise you are going to be bedded on
this floor. That’s a fact not a threat.” He warned her, partly out
of good manners, and partly in the hope that it would cause her to
back off so he could win again. But as he saw the answer in her
eyes he knew that perhaps he’d really asked just so she could tell
him they were going to go all the way. She didn’t disappoint.

 

“You think
that’s going to bother me? That I’m frightened of coupling with
you? Think again! Unless of course, you’re afraid.”

 

For the first
time he knew she was lying, denying the truth to both him and
herself, as she worked herself into a frenzy. Her words had nothing
to do with the fight. Even the fight had had nothing to do with the
fighting, though it had taken them both until just then to realize
it. It was about sex, and it always had been. She was worried
though, but only that he might back out. She was testing him.

 

He smiled
making sure she knew he wouldn’t. “I’m not afraid Cyrea, and I
promise you I won’t back out. So if that’s your intention too why
don’t we find out.”

 

Using his
recovering strength he pushed her up and then sat up, holding her
to him in his lap. His hands went to her waist and then started
climbing, looking for her breasts underneath the plastic
contraption she wore. It somehow came apart in his hands as the
clips simply pulled open, and fell to the floor beside them. Her
breasts were immediately in his hands, full and warm. He massaged
them tenderly surprised at how human they felt. And how very good.
Warm and soft, yet firm and buxom, they were nice breasts and he
told her so.

 

He let his
mouth find her rapidly hardening nipples, so very human. The
mewling that came out of her would have put a jungle cat to shame,
but the way she held his head to her told him she was enjoying it
with everything she had. He made her mewl a lot more.

 

Excitement
ruled and he let his hands wander downwards, finding her skirt, her
undergarments and tugging them downwards as far as they could go.
It was time and they both knew it. As one they rolled onto her back
and her hands helped him pull down her clothing until suddenly she
was stark naked in his arms. Then her hands were at his clothing,
and he was being stripped even more eagerly, with tearing sounds
making themselves known.

 

In seconds they
were both naked and hands began exploring, finding out if
everything felt right. It felt so very right. She played with his
maleness, clearly enjoying its feel while he explored her
intimately, discovering that she was indeed a woman, and she was
more than ready.

 

“You think
it’ll fit?” They both knew it would, but then they both knew he was
really only trying to give her another out. Another chance to think
it through. She had thought it through. Cyrea pulled him down on
top of her, making sure he didn’t back out. He was right at the
entrance to paradise, and he wasn’t even sure he could have held
back any longer.

 

“We’ll know
soon enough.” She smiled the grin of a cat about to get the cream
and that was all the permission he needed.

 

“My God!” They
both cried out uncontrollably in shocked pleasure and unbearable
relief as they joined. They had actually done it. They were doing
it. Then they started breathing again. Laughter started bubbling
through them in an epidemic and tears of joy weren’t far behind. It
was as though a huge weight had been lifted from them. The
knowledge that they could actually physically have sex was part of
it. But the fact that they actually both wanted to, that neither of
them despite all of their worst fears was going to back away, that
was the real magic.

 

“Oh my God!”
They both smiled and laughed, for a few moments secure in the
knowledge that they had finally gone beyond the point of no return.
But only until the urges of their flesh brought them back to
reality. They might have broken through a huge barrier, but it was
still only the beginning. They kissed, knowing that any doubts were
in the past. It was time to let nature take its course.

 

He started
thrusting deep and powerfully into her, while she kept telling him
with her smile, her moans, with her whole body that she enjoyed his
every effort. Her hands were holding the small of his back, holding
him tight, while her feet were at his buttocks, urging him on. Her
tail had somehow wrapped itself around one of his thighs, binding
him to her.

 

“You OK?”, he
just managed to ask, hoarse with passion. For an answer she just
smiled and kissed him. A hungry kiss that told him she was more
than just all right.

 

The tempo
started to speed up as they began to move towards her climax, and
their hearts began beating faster. Breathing started becoming more
strained, and their kisses became more and more rushed as they lost
themselves in the ever-growing excitement. Very soon there was
nothing else in the world other than their loving.

 

Cyrea began
crying out softly in her native language, and he took her calls as
cries of encouragement. Certainly she didn’t disagree. His own
groans were somehow a perfect match for her words.

 

David suddenly
felt himself on the edge, and called out to her, telling her of his
impending explosion, and begging her to hurry. He couldn’t hold it
back. He didn’t need to bother. Cyrea screamed and clutched to him
just as he felt himself coming, and with his own barely stifled
gasp he gave in to his needs.

 

For a long
while after neither of them knew anything other than pleasure.

 

 

 

***************

 

 

Afterwards,
long afterwards, they rolled onto their sides and just lay touching
each other along the full length of their bodies. A glorious shock
was holding them both prisoner. They could barely understand what
had happened, but they couldn’t care less in their joy. They
giggled like small children, and kissed continually. The fight had
gone out of them both, and instead they explored each other and
enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction that they shared. And it was
more than just the physical satisfaction that held them captive. It
was also emotional.

 

They had been
on a difficult and painful journey when they had finally arrived
almost as if by accident. But now that they had arrived, it wasn’t
possible to turn back any longer. No matter what they did for the
rest of their lives, they would always know that they had made
love, freely and happily, and that it had been wonderful beyond any
possible denial.

 

And that they
wanted to do it again.

 

After it was
over they finally understood that their anger had never been about
anything other than sex. The fighting, the competition and the
distrust had all been a mask for their desire, and their secret
fear that the other wouldn’t return it. Not a very good disguise.
He suspected they could both do with some serious therapy, - or a
lot more sex.

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