Kurt knew he shouldn't have lost his temper, but when they insulted Kätzchen's appearance and heritage, it made him burn. Then when they were torn between making fun of his taste in females or suggesting that an animal like him was probably the best she could do, he exploded.
He sat in his tiny cell, thinking about what happened next. They seemed pleased that they cut him to the quick, and didn't speak of his flare of temper. They changed tactics then, emphasizing the trouble they were in, and speculating idly about what kind of punishment they could deal to her. He took all the blame; he had the better hearing, and he should have heard the warnings.
When the major smiled, Kurt shivered from the coldness of it. They had a plan, it seemed. Any further infraction by him would result in punishments to her. Furthermore, from now on, he was to actively assist the trainers in their efforts to mold him into a weapon. His heart was full of pain, but he gave them his vow to serve them fully, to protect her. They had his surrender, at last.
He could not, and would not, let her be hurt because of him. Love was far more worthy than selfishness, so he chose to act out of love. He looked up when they brought him his lunch. It was tasteless fare, worse than usual, but he ate it without really noticing. He wondered where she was, and what they were doing to her.
The day stretched on and he fought to stay alert. Months on end of ten hours activity a day made this enforced idleness just another form of torture. The little room was too small to really move around in, so he amused himself by walking across the floor, crawling up the wall, crossing the ceiling and down the other wall, but it got old fast.
When they brought him dinner, he was so full of nervous energy that he'd been doing exercises just to burn some of it off. Dinner was a little better than lunch, about the quality they served in the dining rooms. As soon as he slid his empty tray out past the bars, they came for him. They took him to an end hallway, and he saw Kitty as they led her from the other direction.
The room they were brought to boasted a large table and a broad dark window along one wall. The same group of people was there from earlier. This time the general was in the center, and he smiled unkindly. "It has taken a good deal of time to devise an appropriate activity to assign for the two of you. I've come up with an idea that I think is just perfect, but not all my subordinates agree. Major; your objection is noted, and I'm glad we could come to an agreement. Agent Brestin, you are excused."
"Thank you, sir," Brestin said. "It was an excellent dinner, and it'd be a shame to spoil it."
"Your loss," the general said, and he gave the two Hounds a long searching look. "Are the two of you aware of your respective religious backgrounds?"
"Jawohl, sir," Kurt said. Kitty nodded.
"And you," he said to Kitty, smirking. "Did you know he's uncircumcised?"
"Um. No, sir, I did not," she said, her face red.
Combs chuckled. "And you gave him a hand job?"
She looked down, and then answered the question. "I didn't see him, sir, and even if I had… I wouldn't have known the difference. Sir."
The general flipped a switch, and the lights came on in the next room, visible now through the window. It was made of brushed metal; it covered the floor, the walls and ceiling. A steel chair was bolted to the floor near the wall, festooned with loose straps. The most prominent object was a thinly padded metal bunk also bolted to the floor near the far wall that also featured an array of dangling straps and bindings.
"That is an interrogation room. Subjects who are less than forthcoming in this interview room are taken there, where more… persuasive methods are employed. That room will see use, tonight."
She took in a quick breath, and his tail lashed behind him. Would he be made to watch them torture her? Ach, nein…
After a long tense moment, the general finally broke his silence. "The two of you will go into that room, you will undress, and have sex. We will observe your performance here, so be sure to entertain us."
Kurt's jaw dropped, his tail stiffening with shock.
"I don't believe this…" Kitty whispered.
"Believe it. Your… hormones got you into this mess, so you will take each other's virginity before an audience. Look at it this way, Nightcrawler, think what an act this would be at the circus? The blue-furred gentile demon deflowering the young Jewess…" He broke into cruel laughter.
"Your jobs will be to amuse me. Perform well, and certain benefits may become available to you. Fail to entertain us… and the results to both of you will be dire. So, a lot rides on your efforts to please." He laughed again at his unintentional joke.
Kurt glanced at Kitty. Her face was red and expressionless, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. His face was also hot under the fur.
The major stood. "My department is concerned about the damage this… performance might cause, so I have arranged a measure of privacy for you." He started a record player that held several albums on the spindle. "There is a direct comm channel between the rooms, but if you speak quietly, you will be unheard by us. However, you will be able to hear directions should you seem to be at a loss of what to do."
At a signal, the guard escorted them through the adjoining door. He left them alone in the room, and through the intercom, they heard another door shut soon after, over the music. The window went dark, but he could feel the eyes on them. The general's voice came then. "Undress her, slowly."
Kurt faced her, tilting his head a little away from the watchers. "I'm sorry, Kätzchen," he said softly. He brushed a few short strands of hair from her face, and then took hold of her zipper. Slowly he dragged it down, past her bra, past her belly button, all the way down to the end just above the broad elastic at her waist.
He reached for her neckline, brushing her collar wide, out to her shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and he couldn't tell if her trembling was from fear, humiliation, or anger. He thought perhaps it was from a little of all three. He pulled the top off her shoulders, and down her arms so it hung at her waist. His own body was already eager for her, something he was bitterly aware of.
He put his fingers inside her suit's waistband, and crouched down, taking it down to her ankles. Only then did he realize she was still wearing her boots. He pushed at the suit so he could reach her laces, and untied them. First he removed one boot, then the other. The suit was slipped off her, one leg at a time.
He took her socks off, realizing he could smell her musky sex. His nose was about level with her revealed panties… the same ones she'd worn when they were 'making out' the night before. He straightened up and moved behind her, unclasping her stiff bra with a little bit of fumbling. Coming in front of her again, he drew it off her shoulders and off of her. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, and he heard a quiet sob.
He put his hand on her neck, drawing her forehead to his. "Shhh, liebchen. This is me, and I love you," he whispered.
Her eyes looked into his, pained and tense. "Kurt… I love you, too… But this…" one of her hands moved to gesture stiffly.
"This must be. Trust me, Kätzchen. I will be loving."
She nodded, and he leaned back. He reached for her panties, and pushed them down her long legs. He could see the curly brown thatch they had hidden, as she leaned her hand on his head and stepped out of them. He couldn't resist taking a deep breath in, and running his hands up her; legs, hips and sides as he stood again. She was so beautiful.
"Now, do the same to him," came the general's voice.
She reached for his zipper, her hand visibly trembling. In tugs and starts, she got it down, and then froze. He lifted her hands to his collar, and thus prompted, she mechanically took his top off, but her eyes were glazing, becoming distant. She was retreating the only way she could. He turned to the window, gesturing at her blank face. "If we may have a moment to speak? This is overwhelming her."
"Very well, but make it quick. You don't want me to get bored."
He took her in his arms, and turned his back to the watchers. Leaning in, he kissed her softly. "Stay with me Kätzchen, please. I don't want them to hurt you. Ach, I couldn't bear it if they hurt you." He claimed her mouth again, and this time she responded, kissing him back and opening her mouth. Her arms came up to his neck, and when the kiss ended, she was there behind her eyes again.
"I… I don't want them to hurt y… you… either," she stuttered.
"I must ask you something, Kätzchen. It is important." She nodded, confused, but curious.
"If… if we could… would you marry me? Be my wife?" His eyes gleamed as he searched hers.
"M… Marry? Here? Kurt, we're too young..." Now she looked wholly confused.
"Ah, throughout most of history, we would have already been married at our ages. Just answer me, mein liebe. Would you… will you marry me?" He stroked her face with gentle fingers.
"If we could… If they let us… Yes, I would. I will. Yes." Tears ran down her face, and she leaned her face against his shoulder.
He fairly thrummed with joy. She said yes! His eyes burned into hers. "Listen to me, liebe. Marriage is between a man, a woman, and God. No one else. Ignore them. They are no longer important. Love me now with a clear conscious, mein betrothed. If you focus on pleasing me, as I will on pleasing you, despite our circumstances, then that is the most we can do. It will simply have to be enough for them. Ja?"
She frowned, thinking. Her hands ran through the fur of his chest absently, as she processed this concept of his. Her eyes brightened, and the ghost of a smile curled her lips. "Ja, mein Kurt, mein elf…" Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she leaned into a passionate, eager kiss that thrilled him to his toes and his tail-tip.
His tail came up around her bare waist, and she unwrapped it gently. She reached for his waistband, and slid the suit over his hips, stopping midway down his thighs while his tail pulled itself free. His white boxers were straining at the front, and she spared them a glance before pulling the suit the rest of the way down. He had no footwear to get in the way, so it was easy for him to slip it off.
She looked back up from his feet, and steeled herself visibly. She reached for his shorts, and carefully eased them down past his hardness. Her eyes just studied him for a moment, taking in the purpling flesh and the rounded scrotum behind it. He gave a little smile. Her fascinated expression was so… endearing. "Kätzchen, the boxers…?" he said.
She started in surprise, and flushed. "Sorry." Briskly she drew them down, and he stepped out of them. He reached a hand down and helped her stand. They both stared unabashed, looking at each other with hungry expressions.
He put his fingers under her chin, smiling into her eyes. Her mouth quirked. "'Sokay," she said. "I won't leave you now. We're in this together."
"Together," he agreed, and scooped her up in his arms. He put her on the bunk, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against him. He joined her, instinctively placing himself with his back to the window, blocking the view.
"Ahem," the general said over the comm. Kurt sighed and moved to her other side. His mouth tightened in a thin line as he realized the visual they made; her pale pink form silhouetted against the midnight blue of his body.
She reached up, tangling her fingers in his wavy hair, drawing him down to her. He gave her a hot kiss, and then his eyes narrowed to slits as he rained kisses onto her face, her neck, and her chest. Her hands roamed over the silky fur of his back and shoulders, ruffling the nap, and scritching gently through to the skin underneath. He caressed her breasts, the incongruous pink of his tongue searching for her nipples. She groaned softly, just for him.
His tail curled over him and stroked up and down her legs, tickling lightly and squeezing her. She giggled. "Bad elf. No tickles." He looked up, fangs bared in a wicked grin, chin covered in saliva from his suckling. She grabbed his tail and used the end to wipe his chin.
He allowed her to, and then pulled it from her grasp, snorting in amusement. "Don't bother liebchen, it'll just happen again. If fact…" He licked his lips and smiled. "Might as well give them something to watch." With that, he wriggled down her body, rapidly running out of room. He sat up, stroking her flat belly, assessing the situation.
Kurt hopped off the bunk and stood at the end. "Move down to me," he said, and put his hands on her knees, putting gentle pressure on them to part. She moved towards him, and let him spread her legs. She was trembling again, but her eyes were shining with trust, and need. When she was where he wanted her, he squeezed her knees, and leaned down.
First he craned his head up and kissed and licked at her belly button. Then he moved his mouth downwards. Long, wet licks moistened her lower belly, and then traveled through her pubic hair. He breathed her scent in deep, his nose literally buried in her thatch, shivering all over with desire. He put a reverent kiss on the lips of her sex, then started licking.
He was glad that his life among the gypsies made him more conversant with female erotic anatomy then she seemed to be with the male variety. Well, at least in theory, he was. He'd heard some racy exploits and tales from the older men with his keen hearing, and had even managed to watch a couple of trysts from the vantage of a tree fork. The practical experience was proving to be beyond what he'd ever imagined, though. He'd always thought the frantic movements and urgent noises to be funny, but no longer. After last night, he knew he was equally as capable of being reduced to a whimpering ball of want by what they were doing.
He found the little nub of her clitoris easily enough, and settled down to the pleasure of making her writhe and moan under his devouring tongue. His hands rubbed along the inside of her thighs, up across her belly and under her to cup and squeeze her bottom.
After a bit of this, he wasn't entirely sure Kitty even remembered they were being watched, her reactions were so uninhibited. Her hands came down to clutch his hair, and she called his name when she shuddered and bucked under his mouth. He lightened the pressure he was giving her, helping her to finish her orgasm. She sighed and dropped her head back, every muscle relaxed.
In a flash, he was up beside her again, holding her tightly. He found himself pressing his arousal against her hip, rocking in his need. She turned her face to him and gave him a languorous smile. She took a deep breath, and slid her hand down his body, playing with the nap all the way. She wrapped her hand around him, and he hissed his approval. She levered herself up, and tugged on him gently.
"Hey! That is not a handle, Kätzchen."
She chuckled. "Sit on the edge, and hang on, love." She got up off the bunk and gathered their scattered clothing, bundling them on the floor between his legs as he sat where she directed. She kneeled on this improvised cushion, and put her hands on his thighs. Her back was to the window, and she looked up and whispered softly, "Love you, fuzzy."
He smiled down at her and then watched, amazed as she lowered her head to his groin, kissing the head of his cock. Her tongue licked out and stroked along his shaft; tasting him, and drawing deep moans from him. She held him at his base and sucked him into her mouth, laving him with her tongue. He put his hands on her shoulders, and stroked her neck with his thumbs.
She could take about half of him in her mouth, but from what he'd heard and seen, that was pretty good for her first time. Her other hand came up and gently squeezed his balls. His tail snaked around her body, flicking and stroking her nipples, his feet gripping her hips and drawing her closer. A tingling began at the base of his spine, traveling up his back and down his tail.
"Kätzchen, get ready… Ah!" She didn't move her mouth away, but she couldn't manage all of what he fired into it, either. She swallowed some, and the rest dripped from her mouth. She looked up at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. She plucked his boxers from under her knee and wiped her chin.
She rose, cocking her hip saucily to the side and leaning on his shoulders. "Now, we're even," she whispered. With an effort, he kept looking into her eyes instead of her breasts, so tantalizingly near his face. She leaned down and kissed him warmly, their respective flavors mingling on their tongues. It was a long, deep kiss, and when it ended they were both breathless.
She winked at him, mischief radiating from her eyes. She didn't even have to say it; and they both burst into quiet laughter at the unspoken word that hung between them. He nuzzled her breasts. "I didn't think you'd do that," he said. "I didn't think anyone would ever do that for me."
"Never say never, lover," she said. "And you did it for me, it was only fair."
"Ah, but you were delicious." He licked his lips and grinned at her blush.
"Well, the natives are probably getting restless. Shall we get on with the main event, love?"
He snatched her hand, and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, and then to her palm. "Of course." He was glad his proposal helped her to find her center. What she would have resisted doing with a mere boyfriend was acceptable with a fiancé.
He'd also felt uncomfortable going this far without a more formal relationship between them. But with their promise, with her simple 'yes', everything had changed. He felt a sense of sanctity about them, and a bond beyond anything he'd ever known. If he were to lose his life, he would die knowing her for his wife, even after only these few moments.
He stood, pressing close to her, his arms wrapped around her. Putting his lips close to her face, he said softly, "Kitty… I have to know… Did you understand what I meant, and did you… did you really mean it?"
She looked him in the eyes. "I know what you meant, and I meant the same. With or without anyone's permission, Kurt, I've joined my life to yours. Whatever happens, I will have known the love of a husband… and I would have chosen you, even in a better world. Is that what you wanted to know?"
He gave a joyous smile. "Ja, meine Frau. In my heart, we are already one." He lifted her up and once more put her on the bunk, taking his place on her far side as she whispered her answer.
"And in mine, Kurt. And in mine."