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Chapter 8


Braith gasped out as before he finished pulling from her heat, Casnar moved back in deep, "….Say it…." He slid back again, shoved in hard thrice, Braith trying to say his name and only managing quick choked-off gasps of shockingly velvet-rich pleasure, and then she sang:

"Casnar!—So—" Smack! "—terios!"

"Say it all," he filled her in tight, plunging deep.

"Fuckme, Casnar—" She gasped, "—Soterios!…." She pouted up at him, her lips flushing red, grey eyes hungrily swallowing his greens….Her ankles caressed off the sides of his hips as he stormed into her, stealing her breath….Braith was on her back, Casnar trying to keep her on the couch while she was half-off it, her legs dangling over his elbows as he pulled her and pushed his length in, pumping into her softness with a ferocity as the fast-beating of a riling war drum….The noise of wet slapping against skin filled their ears until he leaned over her to say in a whisper of lovers:

"Good," she closed her eyes and moaned at the sound of his voice, his lips brushing her ear rim as he continued to flex his hips and drive in and out of her, his body tight over Braith in an orgasm-delivering position that jerked her against the cushions, "….Soterios—"

"Sotehreos…." And as she said the name proper, he arced upward to cup her breasts in his palms, slamming his hips to reward her with an increased pace of soundly-earned pleasure, shaking her red-hot thighs with each smack of muscular power in his own.

"Say it one more time for me, Braith," he pulled out and she almost growled at the loss of his friction—

"Casnar Soterios, don't you stop—" In one breath, he returned, making her moan loudly.

"That's how you say it," he lowered his upper body down to kiss her as he spilled again into her heat, Braith embracing him, hooking her fingertips to the ridges of his golden patak, bringing him down to passionately meet his lips.

"You make me come like that more often, I'd marry you," she pulled away and came back to bite at his lips, sucking on the lower one she caught with her teeth, "….You should get paid to be fucking me like that," (through her teeth) "….and how many times?…." Casnar laid himself down on top of her on the couch, cuddling into her as her ankles crossed behind his back, tying him up to keep his shaft inside her. Her hands kneaded his neck, and smoothed down the curving lines of his shoulders.

Their tongues lounged together as they shared a hot, long kiss following such climaxes, Braith humming into his caresses of her skin with his hand on her waist….She let her head lower, resting her neck by setting her head down on the cushion behind her….Her eyelashes low, pupils black and wide, setting her grey irises into thin wedding bands beneath the pale and freckled lids….Casnar breathed in her scent deeply, taking with her air the smell of his venom and their sex….He watched her glowing, relaxed in postcoital bliss under him, and felt her insides pulsing around the whole of his shaft from tip to base….She smiled, closing her eyes fully as if to sleep.

"I…." He started to pull out, slow, "….I'm going to go for something in my place….You look high….Stay here, and don't leave yet—Hear me?…." She rolled lazily onto her stomach, her body stretched-out like a "freckled" feline as he moved off to give her the freedom of motion to do so, and over her he stared at the flushness of her body, warm soft curves and sleek lines beckoning him to return and trace everything with his fingers—or his tongue….He heard her sigh and hum a Yes of sorts, and Casnar turned to seek a cold shower up above….He could see them coming together again and again for a few weeks straightbefore they'd actually have their passions chased out of them….For both, it had been a long while.

He went up the staircase, checked out the ceiling's paintings as he passed under these on his way to her shower stall, and turned the handle a quarter from "O" to stun his body with cold water….He closed his eyes under the chill spray buffetting his face, and let the fantasy roll through his mind—undressing for her….undressing Braith….going-down between her legs and tasting the sweet dew between her thighs with his tongue and mouth….The way she'd dragged her heels over his back, squirming from his ministrations….Riding her from behind before turning Braith over and making her say his name correctly….Over and over until she hit the accents perfectly….It made him harden to hear her voice echoing his name in his head.

Casnar stroked his member to ease-out any remaining seed, stroked it again to clean it off in the cold shower spray, and a third time to tell it Good Job….He smiled to himself, "….And it still works after all that time…." He turned off the shower and stepped out, went through the loft and down the stairs two at a time, and scooped up Braith from the couch, "….I'm going to make sure you're taken care of before I go to the shop to get that little 'something' for you," he put her over his shoulder as Braith shrieked at how cold the water on his skin was, which he had not dried off, and he proceeded with her back up the staircase.

Braith drummed her palms against his tight, golden buttocks as she hung dizzyingly upside-down by her waist over his shoulder.

"Stop that."

"They're so hard," she smacked one again….Casnar moved through the loft and pulled her off his shoulder, setting her down in the shower, and turned on the spray—but this time to warm water and he walked her backwards, deeper into the spray….Against the wall of the standup, her eyes were on his as he moved in to kiss….They giggled under the showerhead, Braith cupping his buttocks with her hands, Casnar touching her breast, covering it with his palm, while his other hand went between her legs to slide his fingers into her seam, "….We're never going to get out of here," she mouthed and licked his lips, Casnar gritting his teeth as her hands had moved between them to cup his jaulses and fondle his phallus towards hardness again.

Eagerly, he pressed her firm against the wall with his own weight, Braith's hands escaping from between them to clasp onto his smooth crests, wet with waterdrops and steam, and Casnar dipped down to pick up her thighs with his hands, lifting her body high against the slick wall, and with the help of the wall behind her to balance against, he nudged his cocktip into her. "What," he puffed water off his lips, catching her next kiss, "….Five years we agreed?….Maybe we just need to get it out of the way."

"Five years?—" She cut herself off with a series of fast moans interspersed with breath-holds, his thrusts pushing her up against the shower wall in jumps, warm water pooling and splashing up on their chins and chests, under her breasts and nipples from between their groins so close together, adding to the slopping noise of thrusts, and Casnar's own breathing, trembling sighs of pleasure they found freed of their throats, "….Casnar," she kissed him, preventing him from inhaling air, "….Soterios—"

"Braith!—" He pulled away to breathe—

"Fuck me like you haven't fucked in ten years…."


They clung together for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, doing with each other as they wished….Only due to routine did they stop an hour before seven to wash, dress again, and actually prepare to leave—with a quick trip to his shop after locking-up.

Casnar could smell his seed and venom….It made him feel strange, aroused, possessive….and as they prepared to leave to the shop and then Verne's afterwards, he had a difficulty not pulling her down and making love all over again….He wanted to follow her to the ends of the Earth—beyond….He was that badly hooked now, and all she wanted to do was go to the bar for this Kaidan fellow, plus her nightly Stolych's.

He locked the door with his key to her house, and escorted her down the driveway….She was wearing a black-lace bra under a brown Henley with rivets buttoned halfway on the placket over the front of her chest, and he could see the pinch of strap in her back through the shirt, under her shoulderblades….He had watched her put it on before the top and the shorts she now sported.

He had raised an eyeridge when he followed her legs down to the combat boots she wore over her ankles with socks.

He turned his cap backwards and pretended to be only walking beside her—not having done "what they had done" inside the house all day. Braith turned her face and looked at him wearing his cap so boyishly….for a drell….She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his patak, just before the tebris, and nearly knocked him down into a grassy ditch with her at the side of the driveway….He kissed her back, chuckling into her mouth….Ah, what first love could be like.

They made it to the end of the driveway and crossed the street. On the opposite sidewalk, Braith stopped under a lamp that had flickered-on its early sulfuric lighting under the pinkening sky, and looked across the crater towards its center of dry dust, "….We need to get to my shop so I can find that thing I wanted to give you for the venom before you have your meeting….If he's still there."

She looked at him next to her shoulder, "….You know what's in that place there," she nodded towards the crater, her face turning back to it, a warm breeze pushing short black hair to her left ear and temple.

"A hole," he followed her gaze out, "….A gaping scar over eighteen kilometers in size," and she said nothing for a moment though she would have agreed the size was true to measure.

"There's something they didn't find in there, Casnar."

"Inside the crater?…." She nodded slowly. He glanced at her and back to the dry "lake"….It was flat, empty, golden orange in the dimming day like a desert….At its center, nothing he could discern, "….I only see dirt….and heat waves."

She continued to stare at it in silence, and this irked him. He took hold of her arm and led her away, gently pulling….She looked at him and her expression was odd, as though she had faded from the present during that quiet stare at the crater, but she walked with him without protest towards his shop down the street.


Casnar unlocked the garage bay door and raised it up on its rollers and racks, making a clamor of ratchety gears and joints, rusty and oiled, "….Are you going to be long?…." He looked back at her as he pocketed his keyset.

"Won't be more than a minute….Come inside," he stepped under the door, "….if you want."

"I don't want to be outside," she seemed uncomfortable, eager to get inside for some reason, and with that, she went under the door, and Casnar not wanting to pry at her for more in her discomfort, only pointed her to another door in the back where they were to head. He cautioned her about moving around an H-lift holding a car near the ceiling lights of the bay in its arms. They passed the outside of it, not walking beneath the dripping oil pan. In the rear of the garage they reached the door and he unlocked it to let her inside the attached residence for the shop.

Several rooms branched off this entrance.

He offered her a seat on a small couch in front of a television set with an antenna, and he went off into his small kitchen to open a cabinet by the stove. He rummaged through it while she sat down and stared about the place.

She checked out the drabness of the décor, slightly saddened by its appearance….and Casnar's cramped existence in it.

He pulled out a small box made of cardboard and reached between its flaps to remove a small blue bottle with his fingers. There were characters etched into the glass surface of the bottle under his thumb and he turned it to read, "….Escanes…." The label was designed in familiar Rakhïk script, an art form as well as a language….He brushed off the dust….He set the box on the counter and brought the bottle over to Braith, "….Drink," he unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to her, "….This will help against my venom. I know you're no stranger to it, but it might look bad if you go meet your old friend with your pupils the way they are, and slightly high."

"What….is it?…." She looked suspiciously at the bottle then up at his face. Casnar rolled his green eyes and brought the bottle to his lips to drink in front of her, handed it out to her again after licking his upper lip.

"Escanes….My family makes it….among other things."

"Escanes?…." She took it from his hand, "….And what's it made of?"

He grinned as she brought it to her nose, "….I can't tell you my family's secrets….Besides, they'll have changed the formula over the years, and I've been away too long….but it will eliminate my venom's side effects as well as neutralize my venom in you." Casnar held his hands apart and shrugged, "….That's all I have to say." Braith watched him with the corners of her eyes as she turned her head, sniffed the bottle opening, then put it to her lips and tilted her head back to drink the contents.

"It tastes like….honey," she licked her lips, "….and a little spiciness."

Casnar nodded, "….Escanes, expensive to purchase, rarer to find sold anywhere else but from my family's storage….They have private ownership of the complete stock, among other things…." Braith drank the rest of the bottle, having only consumed half in the first tilt. Casnar watched her with pleasure.

"I'm supposed to feel its effects how soon?"

"It should have started," he moved to collect the bottle, "….Your eyes will go back to normal, you'll feel more clearheaded, a little energized….The rest will not be so obvious." He stepped away and saw how she was looking at him—a little wistfully he would think, "….What?"

"I like your venom," her irises had widened to normal widths, her pupils normalized for the amount of light in the room by an overhead window, "….Your venom tastes like caramel candy to me."

"That's…." He nodded once more, flattered, "….an incredible compliment coming from a human….from you, I mean." He stepped towards her, looked down at the bottle in his hand, shook it to make sure it was empty and, feeling foolish, he went to the kitchen to rinse the bottle out in the sink before replacing it inside its box and putting that away into its cabinet again.

He went back to her, standing from her chair and passing her slow, appraising gaze around the room, for his benefit, "….Ready?"

"Why are you living here in this dump, Casnar, when your family….They sound wealthy and well-off."

"I can live wherever I want—dump or not," he snapped, and instantly regretted it, "….Why are you living in a dump, Braith?….You….You could have gone anywhere….You're a hero…." Fortunately, and to his relief, she did not seem to take offense….Braith stepped towards him and placed her hands on his patak's edges.

"I hope you're not angry," she looked into his face, his eyes turning away, "….I hope you can trust me….After all these years, I've trusted in you."

He looked back at her briefly, then down between her hands, "….I need time to think about sharing some parts of myself with you…." His eyes came up to hers again and he leaned back as she brought up her nose to nudge his chin, pressing upward on the toe of her boot….She licked his lip, Casnar's tebris lifting gently, falling again to his neck as he grumbled, "….You're going to miss your 'date' with that Alliance guy…." He reached around her waist and planted his fingers under the curves of her cheeks through the denim shorts, the middle seam under his palm, and lifted her firmly against himself, forcing her to rise onto her toe-ends of her boots, and she could feel the press of his hard-on as well as the hardness of his body, "….I want to fuck you again," his voice was coarse, gruff as the gravel of her driveway, "….but I think it's something when the Alliance finally sends somebody asking for you, Braith….We should be on time."

"Okay," she pouted and rubbed his eyeridge with her finger, her hand dipped daintily above their foreheads to do so….Casnar lifted her higher against him until her lashes were close to his eye level, drawing closer as he angled in a kiss that she accepted, letting it be slow and warm, "….but I'm hungry for you."

"I'll feed you after you're done with that Kaidan buddy of yours…." He let her slide down against his front, her breasts pressed up and nearly squeezing out the placket of her Henley, "….I'm changing first," he glanced down at her freckled cleavage, thinking what it would be like to slide his cock between them, "….Give me a few seconds," and Casnar took his eyes off her to draw away to another open door that led to his bedroom, "….Don't come in," he pointed at her, then to a clock on the wall above the television set, "….because we'll start fooling around—It's almost seven."

He unclipped his overalls and dropped these….He did not hear the instant clatter of the brackets and buttons on the floor—Looking down, he saw his overalls were caught on his prominent erection, and he shook his head at himself….He unhooked the heavy denim off his member.

He worked "backwards", his mind a mess from her distracting him in the other room.

Casnar bent to remove his boots and socks so as to get his overalls off his feet….He jerked ramrod-straight to his full height when he felt "someone" rubbing his jaulses between his legs with her hand.

He turned, the overalls still around his ankles, looped his arm around her waist and lifted Braith off the floor, tossing her onto his neat and tidy bed.

He crawled on it, after her—She was laughing as he bit her knees and thighs, lowering his head to then nip at the seam between her shorts with his teeth bared….He reared up, pulling his shirt off his back by the collar and working himself out of it, sleeves and all, and Braith undid her shorts as he dropped his shirt onto the floor, then tugged her shorts off all the way down her legs….He pushed her hands aside as he went for the black-lace underwear, freshly exposed and smelling of her arousal, "….Keep the rest of your clothes on….I'll be fast…."

"Casnar…." He parted her underwear to the side with his index and guided his cock's head through the trim-fur and into her wet, swollen heat….He set into a fast rhythm….Their sexes were so overstimulated at this point, the sensitivity to their friction made both Braith and Casnar wince and pant, letting loose the voicings of intense pleasure mixed with pain….He pistoned into her swollen skin, and they raced for climax like "addicts" fiending for each other.

Her seam gripped his shaft, him drawing out and punching-in as a well-lubed rod, and Braith cried just as he felt her body tightening, the climax signaling its arrival, and he still beat through the narrowing passage by withdrawing and returning to hit her core repeatedly until both cried out together—rutting animals achieving simultaneous peak.

Casnar watched her eyes as she came….Braith was watching his—As he came, his tebris was fully expanded, revealing violet, silver, and a faint blue-tinting in the "valleys" below the spines, which had small spikes extending from secret trapdoors in the stiffer tissue, "….I love watching you come…." His head felt like it had exploded—He rammed his hips into her, sending seed in a wild surge to impregnate, and after this, his vision dark and bleary:

"I haven't climaxed so hard even in my youth in the haira—" He clamped his mouth shut.

Braith narrowed her grey eyes up at him, "….Haira-what?"

He froze, her legs fastened wickedly tight over his calves, preventing him from going anywhere, "….What did I say?…." Braith disengaged from him.

"So you're some type of 'Playdrell'….Living in a sleazy—" He sat back on his knees as he listened to her go off, his erection still throbbing, dark-golden and coated with their fluids, jaulses hung low and thoroughly spent-out, "….Casnar…." She started to search for her shorts, tossing him his shirt.

"What?…." He stared at her in her temper, letting the shirt drop to the bed, "….You can't be mad at me….I didn't….After all that?…." He got off the bed, flustered, panicked, and went into the adjoining bathroom to fetch a towel to run hot water on it from the sink, and scoured himself clean….Braith went to use the bathroom herself.

"Excuse me."

He moved out of the way of her, and she shut the door.

With a sigh, Casnar chose to use the time to get himself dressed in some fresh clothing. He picked out pants, a belt, and a shirt from a dresser.

He heard the water running for a bit, and when it shut off, "….I'm a Tyrannus, Braith….My family has many Drells and Drellahnas working for them," she came out of the bathroom and he turned to the sound of the door opening….He looked at her, and she was willing to look him in his eyes, "….As a young drell who was going through puberty rites, I had constant Drellahnas thrown at me….I took advantage—I was expected to."

"You have any kids you know of," she bit out with a hint of caustic resentment, "….or don't know about?"

He shook his head—It was a reasonable question to ask him, and especially him, so he took no offense (though he noted the vehemence in her tone, and he thought there was something of a personal injury revealed), "….Word would come out if I had impregnated anyone, but I was given only select Drellahnas from my family's haira'lar….Simply put, it is a harem, and the drellahnas are given medicine to prevent such things from happening….Birth control, in other words."

"What makes you think you'd know…." She was shaking her head, trying to wrap her thoughts around it, "….Is that common practice where you're from?"

He let it all come out, not wanting to lose her trust in him now, and hoping it would not make him sound vile and turn her away from him for what he was, "….It is….Believe me, it needs to stop—"

"It persists?….Why…." Her disgust was obvious, "….Who are you?"

"On Rakhana, the land of the Mier, the cusp of the Mimi Cim Horn, Mother mountain, the Fatherland—my Birutise'aha," he set his fingers upon his clavicles in a solemn gesture of importance in stating these names, and to divulge himself, "….In my world I am someone unique, Braith….I was born into a curse, which many think to disagree on….As were the rest of those blood-related to me, and only of a certain direct lineage that extends to I and my siblings through my mother's ancestry," he came over to her and cupped her cheek, testing to see if she was really absorbing him—if she was actually listening and receiving what he had to say….and that she did not move her face away when his fingers landed against her skin in the touch of hopeful affection, "….If it helps you not be any more upset than you foundly are with me—for blurting out that stupidity I said," his eyes lowered to the freckles of her upper lip, then rose to her grey eyes, seeing him in her reflection, "….I live in this dump because it is peace from that which I fled."