Author's Note: I've finally taken the plunge, and this is my very first attempt at Rayne. Thanks for taking the time to read this little adventure. Reviews and comments are much appreciated.
The sun hung lazily in the late afternoon sky, burnished gold set against azure blue. Birds settled in to roost on the strong, gnarled branches of the lofty old oak that stood sentry. The tree was surrounded by seemingly endless rows of lavender, their amethyst stalks undulating slowly in the soft breeze.
The large male crept silently amongst the swaying plants. His nostrils widened. He smelled her. Her scent mingled with the flowers she crushed underfoot as she ran from him. The birds abruptly ceased their chatter, and the predator licked his lips. His powerful muscles bunched and then elongated as he sprang from his crouched position, eating up the ground between him and his quarry.
An involuntary quiver wracked the tiny female's body as she continued to flee, the harsh exhalation of her breath punctuated by the rhythmic, pounding tattoo of her pursuer as he gained ground. She was growing tired, but she refused to give up the fight.
She smelled his exertion and felt his hot breath caress the back of her neck as he closed in and took her down, using his strength and the bulk of his body to wrestle her to the ground.
The soft petals carpeting the ground stained her knees purple as she bucked against the weight of her captor, the instinct to flee still racing through her veins. Excess adrenaline welled up and caught in her throat, her breath continuing to come in short pants as her ribcage rapidly expanded and contracted, caged within his firm grasp.
He bit down sharply on her neck, stilling her struggles. He felt her pulse throb against his tongue as he licked at her. She tasted sweet and salty and felt soft against his hardness.
She whimpered and lifted her hind quarters. She felt the engorged length of him pulsing against her slick, exposed opening. She was ready to mate.
He kneed her legs apart until she was splayed beneath him, spread wide. He ran his calloused hands along her sides, which were still gently heaving from the chase.
He grasped her haunches and plunged into her in a single deep thrust, burying himself within her hot, wet walls as she pressed back against him. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, squeezing, drawing him deeper as he continued to drive into her.
"Jin xing he wo you li, Jayne!" she demanded.
He obliged, pounding into her, drenching himself in her soaking wet center.
The fine beads of sweat coating their skin shimmered in the golden rays of the setting sun as they continued to mate, pushing each other to the edge of oblivion.
Her keening cry pierced the silence that surrounded them, as the sun set.
He felt the fluttering, gentle at first, build within her core as she started to fall. "Let go, xin gan, I'll catch ya."
As she shattered around him, he felt the pressure build to an almost unbearable level at the base of his cock. He drove in one more time, long and deep. "Tianna, River!" he gasped as he exploded inside her.
She rested in his arms, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingertip, as dusk descended and crickets started humming. "She enjoyed the game very much."
"Thoughtcha might, baby girl. Next time I ain't givin' ya such a big head start."
He kissed the pout from her lips, loving the silky feel of her hair as it sifted through his fingers. "Now, where'd you hide our clothes, bao bei? We best be gettin' back to the ship afore dark, or Mal'l be birthin' a litter."
Quick as a cat, she leapt to her feet, looked over her shoulder and smiled at the man who was still attempting to stand, and took off at a full run. The game was back on.
~Fin
Glossary
Jin xing he wo you li: Fuck me harder!
Xin gan: Sweetheart/Darling
Tianna: Oh, God!
Bao bei: Sweetheart