Desert Rose
Land of The Mystics
Act. IV, Burning Spirits
Written by the request of BEOWULF_IXI
Chapter ?, Desert Rose.
Leaving the gates of the city nearing sunrise I turned to see it in full majesty. The red and blue that these people have declared sacred colors refract and bind with the setting sun light. The colors they said were from a rose that only grows deep in the desert. And whoever comes across one is blessed by all manner of spirits. The natural color of the pale rock used to make the walls and towers only serve to intensify the contrasts. As if the entire city was built of flames of every color and intensity. And where the watch towers signal fires still burned it looked as if fiery watchful eyes pierced the through the fading dawn and off into the dark bringing light. And along those very walls the holy symbol of Life and Death with the lines of Happiness and Sorrow intersecting in the center repeats in patterns across every section. How we find this symbol on every world we travel is mind boggling. I feel that there is some deep connection between all of us despite our obvious differences. There seems to be something subliminal that is so obvious it eludes our senses. And is only seen when you become aware of the universe around you. But even then it is not readily understood. But as my weight crunched the sand under my feet my eyes moved forward to my brothers and those that followed us this far. My mind thought of only the trek ahead, unsure of what we would find and only sure that we would find something.
Ruins of ancient settlements still remained deep in the Valley of The Sun. WulfGar and our brothers set up camp near a foundation where a jagged wall provided protection against the night winds. And the rest took shelter in the shadow of dunes. I put my own tent leaning against a crude monolith, the face of which stared up into the dusk staring without rest. I made a fire in the fire bowl I received from Kanda and set it leaning against the monolith. As I removed the breast and the back of my armor and it thudded onto the sand it seemed as if the weight of a thousand titans fell off my shoulders. As my cape rustled against the sand I fell to my knees and leaned back, letting my arms hang down. And felt the cool air across my chest. The dark fur quivered as I shivered slightly. I pulled myself up and undid the straps to the rest of my armor and let it all fall away. As I stood up stretching out my arms I could see my silhouette against my tent. My tail curled and jerked, as I drew in my arms and clenched them across my chest, the fur rising out as I tensed the muscles underneath. I could feel a cool breeze pass under me, my private parts shrunk slightly and I knew it was time to rest.
As I lay myself down on the sheet between me and the sand I couldn't help but rub at myself. The dim fire fading slightly I grew unaware of the world around me, my thoughts of home and simple pleasures.
I could feel myself get larger and harder in my hand. I stroked lightly at first enjoying myself very much. The fur at my fingers tickled my testicles as I stroked the full length, gripping myself tighter with every one. The warm pre cum oozed slowly onto my fingers and soon coated my cock as I pumped it out. It turned cool and sticky as I removed the sheet to keep it from staining. It hurt, but in a good way, as my fur stuck and I forced it down and then back up.
There was nothing, only the world inside. But it was rudely interrupted as I noticed my tent flap was pulled open and in the dim light of my fire I could only see a shaded figure and the tip of a razor sharp spear, serrated and ready for blood. I froze in my position on the up stroke. To die like this, who would have ventured to think? The spear went down slowly and the fearsome tip sunk into the sand. Regaining my breath I put my hands on the sand next to me as the shadow moved into the light and a soft orange glow surrounded the being. My eyes focusing I could see it was a she and that she was smiling softly. Her golden chest plate gleamed and sparkled in the dim light. Her cat like features and curves sent shivers up and down my body. Her hands moved like cloth caught in a breeze. I could feel my revealed parts get hotter and I could feel my cock throbbing in air. As she moved into my tent and closed the flap I remembered the stories of the desert dwellers I heard in Ganjigo, surely this was a Spear Cat.
Pulling off her breast plate her fairly large and firm looking breasts fell and bounced slightly. I could see the nipples sticking out from the fur. Long striped legs spread over me as she untied her loin cloth and dropped it onto the sand. I stared in awe as she went down to her knees slowly, grabbed the shaft in one hand and put her lips around the head of my pulsing rod. My head flew back as her warm tongue lapped at the head and flicked her tongue across the tip. With her free hand she rubbed her clit and I could feel her fluids dripping onto my legs. I reached out with one hand and put it on the top of her head between her ears. Her smooth fur was like silk, I stroked her head softly. Moving along the curve of the ears, I felt them twitch as she gave me a growl. I gasped as she slid her teeth down the shaft of my cock and pressed them lightly at the base, her tongue swirling around like a whirl of heat. I could feel the pre being sucked from my cock, I clenched from the sensation. Managing to open my eyes I looked over to her. She was curved over me, her ass sticking into the air. Her tail was dancing with the flame, the shadow of her gleaming rear across the tent.
She lifted her head up and rested her hands on the sand. Still oozing pre, she leaned down and let her breasts fall on each side around my cock. She pushed her breasts together around it and shook them up and down on each side. My cock popped in and out of her cleavage, each time getting her firm striped breasts wetter and stickier. She panted and swung her head around as she pushed her breasts tighter around my cock. She let her breasts hang freely, my cock still between them. Then slowly she pulled her self up, my pre dripping from her nipples. She leaned down again, her beautiful ass sticking up once more in the air. She put her lips right down to the base of the shaft.
She straightened out her tongue across the length and flicked the end of her tongue across the base where the shaft connects with the testicles. After sucking lightly she pulled her head up till only the head was in her mouth and she puckered over it, her whiskers shooting up as she pushed her head down around the shaft. She loosened her lips as she went up and puckered again as she went down. She went up and down; every time she went up I could feel the pre moving through my shaft and out into her mouth. I could feel her swallow, the soft vibrations of her purr sending ripples of sensation across my body. And as I felt ready to release myself I pushed her head down and held it there. She in turn sucked hard and curved her tongue along my cock darting it up and down. And a rush of cum came shooting through my shaft and out of the tip. My back arch up and my arms pushed back lifting me up off the ground. She swallowed what she could and the rest oozed past her lips and over my testicles. She sucked off the last of it with a slurp her tongue sliding off my shaft and into her mouth. I let my self fall back onto the ground, putting my hands on her face and rubbed her cheeks with my thumbs.
As she lifted her head up she leaned back and I could see her hand. Wet and dripping from her crotch, she purred loudly as I stuck each finger one by one into my mouth and drew it out slowly. She rested her head on my chest and I felt her tail curl onto the side of my leg. She played with the fur on my forearm and I fell into the land of nod.
"A well!" I heard WulfGar yell. The light of day was illuminating the inside of my tent. I was alone and there was no sign of the Spear Cat. I covered myself just as Wulfgar poked his fat head in. "BeoWulf, the men have found a well." I squinted from the sudden burst of brightness and held my arm up. "Yes, this is good. Take as much as you can carry and let's move before noon."
Looking down at the sand, at the corner of my tent I could see a small rose. It was red but with sharp blue tips.