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She swore to protect him, but this was a foolish decision. In spite of this she'd had her own part in it.

Seeker's Kin... his family, and her as well, had met in secret. His parents had been unwilling to let Seeker go alone with the contractors, but they'd been very happy to have him as he was now a Chimera slayer many times over. He was more than that, she supposed. He was like them, with the ruthless reflexes of a necessary killer. Not many humans had to worry about such things. But, even Theia knew it all too well.

However, Theia had agreed to pose as a guide to the contractors so that she could follow him very closely and keep him safe. Two things she wouldn't hesitate to do now. Knowing this, his family had accepted the idea. Perhaps they realized the alleigence of these contractors could become necessary in this season, where things had taken so many tumultuous turns.

"So, she's a what?" the captain asked through a gruff American accent.

"A guide," Seeker said, sighing with frustration. "You know how bad things have gotten. She has eh... local knowledge of the wildlife and terrain."

"Does she accept cuts of our till?" He asked. Theia stepped forward in response.

"I don't need platinum," she said smartly. "But food would be acceptable, so I don't have to hunt so often."

"Okay," the captain said skeptically. "I suppose I'll take what I can get. You're both onboard. Meet me at contractor's square, the squad will pick you up and we'll arrange space for you."

***

The departure hadn't been a terribly pleasant one. Seeker had hugged his parents goodbye, as emotionally distraught as them, but hiding it somewhat more shamefully. He'd do what he had to in order to keep the family afloat and get them money. Without it, they'd never be able to stock up for winter.

They'd gone on hastily to the square and there was the entire motorcade waiting for them. The vehicles' motors began to start up as they approached and the captain leaned out of the lead vehicle.

"Hey!" he said. "In here!" The duo strode up with small bags of personal effects and gear shouldered, panting. Seeker noticed there was only one seat, some other foreman sitting in the centermost space alongside the captain.

"There's only room for one," Seeker said skeptically, raising his voice over the laboring diesel engines. "We'll just find seats further back."

"No, no," the captain said hastily. "Get out of here, Billybob. Go bug Dustbin until he gets you one of the bucket seats. I need to talk with these two." The heavy set, blonde man jumped down from the cab and squeezed past the two of them wordlessly. "I won't ask questions about why you two need to be together, just come on."

Seeker shrugged, but Theia cut him off before he could jump in. She knew just as well why they had to sit together and she wasn't going to let the reason be ignored. She rushed up the small ladder of the boxy, armored tank and hopped into the middle seat defensively. She reached down and gave Seeker a quick hand up, letting him forego the ladder.

Seeker pulled the heavy armored door shut with an almighty slam and they were off. The Diesel engine clamored and spun up to an unyielding pace as the heavy vehicle sailed onward, outbound from the square.

"So," the captain began in a secretive tone, trying to look past Theia, she wasn't making it easy. "We weren't expecting that many Chimeras, what do you know?"

Seeker inexplicably remembered the skylights. "There's just... something wrong," he said airily. He knew his world and also knew how odd things had been

"C'mon, kid," the captain said, sounding tired, the vestiges of a concerned pout under his scraggly mat of stubble. "Anything you tell us helps you, too." Seeker turned to look at Theia for some sort of confirmation. She gave him a little shake of her head. He supposed she had a point, he hardly knew these people and what little hunches he had could wait.

"We'll talk about it later," Seeker said. "But what do WE need to know?"

The captain sighed; Seeker hoped he wasn't pushing his luck. "Well, here's the deal," he began. "We do mostly heavy machinery work. That's our staple. But we cross the wildlands a lot, that's why we have two of these." He gave the dashboard of his vehicle a good pat. "I don't spare any expense keeping my boys protected. You can't find a good soldier any old where. Even harder to find one that's a good worker, too."

Seeker nodded, though he still had his reservations. If machinist had let anything slip to Seeker that he remembered, it was the old saying; "a sucker is born every minute." More than that, Seeker wasn't in an incredibly giving mood, seeing as he was going to spend an indeterminate amount of time away from his bed.

The trees rolled by as they crunched along the decimated pavement. "Other than that... things have been very rough. Two of my boys lost a lot of blood this year to chimera attacks. Both of em' took place up here." Theia glanced over at Seeker as if she suddenly felt a lot of distrust for the person directly behind her gaze. The captain paused and looked about, then mumbled. "The hell if I know what's going on."

His hands danced over a few levers and there was a grinding grunt, then a hiss. The heavy truck bumbled to a stop, lurching forward noticeably as it stopped. "Jake!" the captain yelled, craning his neck back over the seats into the rear cabin. Seeker looked back dumbly, but Theia remained fixed on the horizon ahead of them. "Get a spotter on the roof of Turtle Two." There was a muffled and echoed affirmative response from deep in the dark cabin, lit with green console lights.

Seeker looked off to the side and noticed they were next to Machinist's, whitewashed cape house. Seeker shamelessly reached up and pulled down the plexiglass window, which slid reluctantly.

"Kid," the captain began chidingly, as if to stop him. "Ah, screw it, Jake! What's the scout say?"

"All clear..."

Seeker waved toward the house, but Machinist was already rushing toward the truck.

"Seeker! What the hell did I tell you about contractors!? They aren't worth nothing but a quick buck-" Machinist paused looked at Seeker like he'd been caught in an accident with a lawnmower. "The rains," he said in a sad, knowing tone. "It's come to this, eh?" Seeker didn't catch the last words over the ear-spoofing noise of the engines. However he guessed it was some virulent cuss, the way his mouth screwed itself up when he said it.

It had come to this? Was all this some trend? Come to think of it; Seeker hadn't had time to ask around with the other homesteads as to how they'd fared from the rains. The thought of a continued trend of nasty weather chilled him, and made his choice seem all the more necessary. At the best; they'd need platinum for supplies. At worst; they'd need platinum to buy a ticket out of this town and away from all they'd built. Seeker visibly shivered.

"You better show up back here again," Machinist said, clearly understanding what Seeker had to do. "Or your entire family will never be a customer of mine again, they'll be so stricken with grief." Though it was clearly somewhat of a joke, Machinist sounded dead serious. Seeker nodded. "Captain!" Machinist yelled.

The driver looked up from what he was doing. "Oi, Machinist?"

"You keep this boy safe or I'll not fix any of the equipment you give me for as long as I walk this earth!" he said over the rumble of the idling convoy.

"I wouldn't want to lose your help," the captain said meekly, craning his neck bouncing his voice through the window.

"Damn right you wouldn't." Machinist said. He lowered his voice so it only reached seeker. "Stay safe, Seeker," he rummaged around in a shoulderbag he was carrying for a few moments. "Here, I never gave you a cleaning kit for that gun." He tossed up a small cardstock box into a surprised Seeker's hands. "The magnetic rails will singe dust right quick so you better not let the assembly get clogged!" Seeker nodded. "Off with you, make sure you get enough to see your family through." Seeker nodded again. It seemed that was the catalyst for him to get to thinking. He likely wouldn't see Machinist, the snobby maidens, his family or even his town for a very long time. It left him oddly without words, even as the captain shifted the tank into drive, making it grunt in protest as he gave it gas.

The convoy rolled on out of town and passed Seeker's farm in a mere ten minutes where it would take him hours or more to walk. They'd cover a lot of ground in what remained of the tepid, overcast day.

***

Seeker was curled up on a flat rock, trying to get himself close to the heat of the campfire. Aside from the glowing firelight, he was engulfed by a frigid, moonless night. The wind battered the contractors' wagon-circle of vehicles. Watchmen capped with overlarge headgear sporting night-vision systems hunkered down on themselves under the onslaught, left no cover sitting atop the tallest vehicles in the convoy.

"Eey, kid!" came a familiar, wiry voice, one belonging to an equally wiry man commonly called Dustbin. "Nobody coming over to say hello, eh?" Seeker was at that point of uncomfortable chilliness where risking exertion of any sort, or even movement, was tantamount to punching oneself in the face. Thus, he didn't move. There was a heavy, giving thud as Dustin plopped down on a kit bag full of insulation, likely bound for one of the polymer tents occupying the wagon circle. "Their loss," he said absently.

"I not be losing ‘dis game," said a hitherto unheard voice speaking in an accent that evaded Seeker. He hadn't heard anything quite so chunky and strong as far as speech went, even surpassing Garish Kelly's impressively stony Scottish blare. "Hallo to you, crazy farm boy," the voice said, his words flowing in an even cadence pitching to a tune he wasn't familiar with. There was another thud, this one a hard crack punctuated by the jingle of metal flip handles.

"Brew!" Dustin said. No sooner had Seeker registered the word did he risk looking up in the direction of the voice. Tea would be lovely! Sure enough, there was a cup, capped with rising steam -- blasted away into nothingness by the crosswinds, but still very much existent! Seeker beamed and took the cup from the hand attached to a man in light kit sitting on a deflated burlap duffle bag.

He hurriedly brought it under his nose and sniffed, he immediately and reflexively donned an un-amused pout as it registered what was in the cup. "Hot chocolate?"

"Sorry, Seeker," came a comfortingly familiar voice. "But the disgusting, burnt gruel these contractors call ‘coffee' did not strike me as being to your liking." Theia slinked down onto the rock on the opposite edge from him. She'd made a good guess. His family was never much for coffee. Her perch held a frustrating distance from him, it was about then he realized how much he wanted to touch her. But he restrained himself. He didn't trust the contractors enough to let them see. Obviously; Thee didn't either.

Seeker shrugged and gave the liquid a gentle sip, trying to restrain himself from accidentally burning the roof of his mouth. "Someone is whipped," Dustin said, voice sly and wholly unexpected. As were his words, so much so Seeker coughed a bit into the hot cocoa. He cursed as his shoes caught a bit of the splash, the rest falling harmlessly to the chilled ground. "I would have been like-" and he pitched his voice to a faux burly, grumbly tone. "Girl I want some real ruffage! I've been sittin' out here in the cold freezing my-"

"Tch," Seeker sniped loudly. He quickly resumed his meddling over the hot cup.

"Anyway," Dustin said. He drew out the word as if to make sure it was crystal clear he was changing the subject. "This right here is my number one, Patrikhoi Medviedeve."

"Medviedevadev?" Seeker questioned, raising an eyebrow?

"I am zee one called Klondike," the black bearded man interjected through his hooded jacket.

"Yeah," Dustin said. "His family's from Canada or something."

"No," Patrikhoi corrected. "My family were refugees from the Russian icelock, migrated along the Klondike trail by foot and hitchhike after we were dropped by boat-"

"Fun, fun," Dustin said, clapping his hands together, about the only indicator he was trying to act jubilant. "You two will have some Q.T. to discuss your respective life stories later, I'm sure." Knoldike scowled through his curly beard.

"So if Dustin's the foreman's number one," Seeker said, glancing up at "Klondike and making idle chat as he sipped the chocolate brew. "What does that make you overall if you're HIS number one, Medviedeve?"

"Ahah!" Dustin said. "Got you there, man!"

Patrikhoi paused. "But no matter what I am best number!" he spat. "I am number zero!" Dustin broke out into a laugh, prompting Patrickhoi to laugh triumphantly, thinking he was victorious. Seeker smiled and rolled his eyes while Theia looked on in confusion.

"It is no small wonder to me now why humans behave in such a suicidally inept fashion in combat," she sighed low enough to escape the ears of the two soldiers patting themselves on the back. "It seems most men of your kind are endowed with an everlasting bout of adolescence." Seeker nodded, most people never grew up. But where was the fun in that?

***

They drove for another day into the overgrown reaches of a great forest, passing a sign reading "Cat--ill ark," maybe park, Seeker wasn't sure as the fading, green sign had flown by their course too fast. The night was alive with the tiny battles of the even tinier forms of life that usually inhabit a pristine forest -- one untouched by the Chimera vector. Or, perhaps it had healed of it by its own resilience.

It was indistinguishable which was the case. "Drink it in," Dustin had said when he'd seen seeker looking about eagerly. "It doesn't get any better further along." What he meant, Seeker didn't know. The deep boredom of travel that he'd known from his years when his family had still been without a home had set in. His mind was blank and he was waiting for the supply truck they rode in to finally come to a rest. All the stew they ate had been making him rather bathroom prone.

***

Sweet release! The truck had stopped and the convoy had trundled into a sheltered clearing where they set up another paranoid parameter. However, he was further than spitting distance away from that. He zipped up his fly and walked away from the patch of moss he'd spiked, back towards camp.

His senses were alive again in this beautiful garden of life. The noise of spring peepers, crickets night birds and all their compatriots was almost deafening. It was like a blanket through which his steps were concealed from whatever paranoid demons Seeker imagined spying on him.

Even despite this velvet garden that caressed every sense, he was troubled. This was in spite of the familiar, tepid, soothing wind that took these lowlands and reminded him so much of home. It ran through his scraggly red mane and tossed his shirt sleeves. But; even its gentle caress failed to turn his mind. He was lonely.

***

Seeker slinked covertly into the parameter, unladen by any gear and noiseless, even in the grassy meadow. He ceased making silently for the perimeter when he realized he'd found what he was looking for. To think; he hadn't even gotten around to looking.

A massively familiar yet worryingly discordant hum reached his ears once again. As he looked up, he saw an errant, ash gray foot taking the path of least resistance between the crook of two branches and hanging lazily. That was odd. Seeker knew Theia for having more tact then that.

"Theia?" He whispered. There was a surprised grunt and the foot scrambled out of view and was replaced by a far more comforting face. Discordant jade eyes stared out, the rest of her face hidden by the crook in the fat old tree she occupied.

"Now is NOT a good time," she hissed.

"What-?"

"I'll see you in the morning." That was the last he heard of her for a while.

Seeker skulked off to bed in his tent, but paused before he closed the tarp. He was still lonely and wanted to make sure Theia would know where to go if she had a change of heart.

"She better have a change of heart," he mumbled to himself. He grunted angrily as he dug a two-days worn shirt from the pile underneath his sleeping bag and threw it over the tent. Of course, there was the risk something else MUCH less friendly would smell it, but Seeker didn't much care.

***

Seeker stirred in his sleep, eyes still closed. His hand grazed over bare, satin fur. It took him a few more seconds to realize it was Theia's shoulder his arm was wrapped over. She twisted, making him aware that she was right up against him, though, oddly enough, fully clothed.

Seeker's confusion ceased being an issue as her petit nose stroked up his throat, her head settling gently under his chin. His right arm was pinned, but he held her tight with his left, reaching around her to grip her sinewy shoulders. She gave a gentle, hissing sigh.

Seeker realized he hadn't thought to stay angry with her since he'd been awoken. He supposed that just showed how fleeting his feelings were. Angry or sad, he still had her.

He wondered how long she'd been in his arms like this, if this had been her first instinct. He wondered all sorts of other sweet nothings. Theia's cool breath gently washed over his chest as he finally let himself fully relax. It just wasn't worth it staying peeved at her. Though he would ask her why she'd been in such a foul mood when the morning came.

***

The morning's search hadn't gone well, perhaps she'd avoided him. Whatever the reason, she hadn't shown up, not until now. And it had made him all the more worried, so it seemed. That was, possibly, for the both of them.

"Theia?" Seeker asked. "Where in the hell have you been? I've been looking-"

"I'm..." she stammered a bit. "I'm in a bad state and you didn't notice and I couldn't do anything about it and..." she gave a helpless, frustrated grunt, then turned innocent, wanting eyes on him. She opened her arms and frowned like a rain-soaked pet lost in the wide world.

"Hold on," he sighed, trying to zip his fly back up. Theia looked at him with disappointment, then advanced on him regardless. She insistently moved up on him with tense, graceful steps though the brush as he continued to fight with his zipper. "Wait," he said again, fighting harder. He grunted as he backed up into a tree. "W-" she hastily leaned in, ears folding gently back as she stole a kiss from his lips.

"Hurry, then," she said, her voice releasing tension with each word. "I needed to do that. You really should relax." HE should relax? He laughed stupidly at the irony of her statement.

"You really should give a man privacy when he's taking care of important matters," she raised a skeptical eyebrow at him and stepped back self-consciously. "I'm not about to... agh!" he said in frustration. "I just peed! You need to give me space!" She frowned. Then it occurred to him that the last thing he needed was space. He'd had things on his mind, skulking like predatory hunters around his conscience.

He shuddered a bit as he realized how long he'd forgotten about killing the chimeras. They were animals but... "Seeker," Theia frowned at him. It was about then he realized his fists were clenching and unclenching and his breathing had gone high.

He couldn't help it. The sickening thud of dead meat that Chimera had made on the combine. The slow-time. The hissing breath of the desecrated mountain lions... "Theia, what have I been doing to you?" he heard himself ask... Being so close to something that wanted to kill him... killing that Siren. "I'm a monster," he mumbled. "I'm no better than the alphas, I'm a monster!" he said inarticulately.

Here he'd spent weeks going on with life, shrugging off the fact that he'd killed off hapless animals. He'd shot a man â€" and Seeker wouldn't consider that... thing, an animal. He'd lived once, too. Seeker focused again and realized his eyes were lolling up at the night sky. His vision was returning from the doubled-state of his own crossed eyes when he remembered Theia was there again.

Oh, he should be so ashamed to look like this in front of her. "Oh, look at you, Seeker," she sadly cooed. He let her walk close enough to embrace him. He didn't have any free will left in his bones, it seemed, because he just fell over into her arms. She let him down gently, the both of them coiling up on the ground. The only thing he could rely upon now was that contact with her.

It seemed like those were the only good memories in his mind now, he grasped them like a rock in the torrent of his own, previously gated memories coming out too hard and fast to truly register. As she held him, he regained himself slowly and realized why he was convulsing so badly. He was sobbing.

"I'm sorry I made you feel like this," she said. It wasn't her. It was his fault. He should have known oversight would happen. HE hadn't avoided the situation.

"Not... your fault," he said between rasps. She squeezed him comfortingly around the shoulders, he still didn't want to open his eyes.

"I want to talk about it, Seeker," she said. "I don't want to be alone in this, please." For her, Seeker'd giftwrap the world... but this?

It would hurt, he knew. But his Father would tell him "all bad things must come out to see the daylight if they hope to cure themselves." That was what he said about the boogeymen in his closet when he was a boy. The phrase that had started Seeker on his own little crusade to bring them kicking and screaming into the light so they could be friends. Seeker hadn't stopped venturing into his big wardrobe closet to hunt out his new friends until he realized they weren't there. Only fearful constructs of his own mind. He felt he'd given them a proper rest by the time he ceased venturing there.

His gentle sobs turned wet with tears of relief. Life had gotten a lot harder. But; there were more people he knew now. Together they could do it. "Okay," he said to the girl who embraced him all the tighter.

***

For a change of pace, he held her. His hands hung limp, arms crossing under her breasts. They were cheek to cheek, his eyes were closed as he listened to the beautiful girl in his arms with all his attention. It was a start. Maybe he could understand what had done this to both of them. Maybe they could be stronger for it. He only dared to hope.

She'd watched the bullet go through the bestialized Siren's head. Seeker had shot it. He supposed, cynically enough, they were a suitable pair to talk things out, then -- Unwitting partners in the bloody deed. Moreover, he didn't want his family to suffer or anyone to think he was a freak... once a killer and now a slaughterer, or some kind of Ace. God, he didn't want to only know killing.

"Do you think you can still do it, Seeker?" she asked. "Can we still be with these contractors?"

Seeker shuddered. But, all this was before he even enlisted with them. There were still terrible undercurrents flowing in his mind, suggesting things were amiss. He nodded against her cheek.

"Is it the horrible things?" It was an odd way to hear it said, but somehow he felt sure he knew what Theia meant.

"I saw the mountain lions," he said. Now when he thought back on the scene, he could think through it and not lose control over himself. "They looked..." he thought back, fighting past the physical response that came so easily; to tense up and face away from the problem. "They looked sunburned. That's the only way I can describe it."

"Somehow I'm not surprised," she said. "I can feel the fire of the sun, too. I've had to retreat under cloth." Of course, for her and her decidedly lean style of clothing, that meant a one-piece cloak and not much else. She sighed suddenly. Seeker heard her swallow a lump in her throat as she spoke. "I told you about my prophetic call before, Seeker. Do you remember?"

It was back to business, he mused. "I do."

"I thought it was hopeless before, but now I think..." she seemed to pause to pick the right words. "I think the answer has finally come. The wrong lies ahead of us, Seeker. I must right it."

"WE must," he insisted, yet remained gentle in tone. "We will. I don't want you to face risk without all the help you can get." She reached around and squeezed him around the small of his back.

"Thank you, Seeker," words usually weren't enough, but that almost did it.

It ALMOST did it. "Won't that mean you can go home?"

"Yes," she said, a little thrill streaking up from her voice, then fading to nonexistence as she spoke again. "But not without you." She'd thought of him. This time, it was Seeker's turn to embrace her. Though he already had her about the midsection, so he simply curled in on her, not wanting to spare any point of contact with her warm surfaces. Her response to him was almost immediate as she shivered beneath the contact. She twisted her lithe body around in his arms and hugged his shoulders. A few seconds later, she brought her knees up into his lap and managed to raise her lips into his. The kiss was slow and relieving, like a hot shower, to him.

All the same. "Not tonight, though," he said, answering her request without words in the way he drew back. "It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't feel right." She smiled knowingly as they gained distance enough for him to see her face again.

"Okay," she said coyly. "I'll wait," her eyes read sincerity. Thank whatever started this chain of fate and brought her to him. "But I'm not sleeping alone."

***

Theia's hot breath was, once again washing over him. It was something he could definitely get used to, he mused. This time, Seeker had known she'd be with him in the night. She'd arrived only slightly after he did â€" by about fifteen minutes. It had been a method to partially defer suspicions. Though; it was a minimal one. But it was better then their equally cavalier isolation. That would have likely given them away, also. Their skulls would have likely burst open with the building sexual and emotional tension, he imagined.

Now, at least, they had each other. He let out a noiseless sigh as he realized Theia was stroking his exposed cheek. THAT had been the likely culprit as to why he'd woken up. The night still seemed to be sorely missing the milky glow of the moon. So, it wasn't likely he'd slept long.

"Having trouble getting back to sleep?" he whispered innocently, moving about in his pile of sheets. He was surprised when his front ground against exposed fur. Apparently; she was missing her more superfluous garments this time.

"I was lonely," she cooed innocently." Her chin was buried in his scalp, so his view was dominated by the shift of her neck as she spoke again. " Also; I never managed in the first place." She sighed. "I felt better staying awake."

"Are you feeling alright, now?" he asked, whispering so low that he couldn't hear himself at all. It was all because the other tents weren't more than ten meters away.

"A bit better now that you're awake again," her frankness was reserved for his ears only. Nonetheless, it was clear despite her sighing, covert voice. "I've been worried I may have horrid dreams."

"Well," he said, only pausing for a moment to think. "I'm with you in those, too. I'm still afraid," he admitted.

"Hee," she whispered playfully, seemingly missing his point. "You don't know the half of it... you're not the horrid ones, though." Well, that was a relief then. He smiled. She looked down and her chin brushed his nose. The response was, of course, quick and natural. He leaned his head back, helping their lips into contact. Though they met softly, Theia soon propped herself up on one arm so she could bear down on him. He hummed with satisfaction as her muzzle twisted to lock around his lips, tingling against the shifting friction.

Rough, knobby flesh skittered decadently over his lips, reaching up to sweep across his teeth and explore every feature of his mouth. There were advantages to having a girl like Theia. Most notable at this moment was her marvelous tongue, which asserted itself further into his mouth. He let himself melt into the sheets and enjoy every split-second of contact. HE didn't bother getting aggressive himself, but he didn't break the contact.

Her tongue swept over his own one last time before their lips slid apart. Their tongues parted in the open air, prolonging their meeting. He sighed as he caught his breath again. "Just... like that first time," he said in a tingling fog. She looked into his half closed eyes skeptically. "But better," he hastily added.

Theia rose into a sitting position, making the sheets fall from about her. She wordlessly reached back around herself, lapsing into a gentle blink of concentration that reminded Seeker how attractive she was. A few twists of her arms and the bandages about her chest fell lazily between them. Seeker himself had nothing else besides his boxers covering him underneath the nest of scratchy sheets he slept on.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit... needy, at this moment," she commented. "I suppose this may not be a good time?" Well, it was a bit late now. But; Seeker didn't mind, he shrugged.

He started to speak, but was cut off when she pressed flat against him again, a leg working under the sheets to wrap over his buttocks, toes curling around to touch his sensitive calves. He shivered as their lips met again in a brief, but deep kiss. The contact surged forward and back like a single, mighty wave of lubricated flesh meeting the rocky shore that was Seeker.

"I know how hard this past month has been on you, Seeker," she whispered soothingly, yet touched with a whispering shiver of anticipation. He knew well enough she was likely feeling just as discordant as him. However, he had to acknowledge he needed release more than ever.

"Let me make it better," she said. Never before had five words make him so charged. His spine tingled and his heart skipped a beat.

"Is..." he stammered. "Is it okay?" She nodded confidently. The moon had to be full.

"There's something my people know that I learned from a deeper section of our library," she remarked coyly. "I think you'll like it." That got his attention. He propped himself up to look at her. "Hmm, I thought you would be interested. Stay still... and quiet."

He nodded and she rolled over him, turning as she did. Her breasts were presented to the air for a few seconds before her ears folded back and she disappeared under the sheets. Seeker visibly shivered with anticipation as he watched her twist around. A moment later, he felt an assertion between his legs and hastily moved one out of the way. Velvety, prickly flesh raked sensuously over his thigh before he even finished adjusting.

Another long sweep of lubricated flesh traced further up towards his one remaining garment. It was enough to make him grow fast enough to notice. By the time her hands had stroked up his legs to his boxers' elastic waistband, his breathing was shallow and filled with tense excitement.

She stroked his belly for a moment, letting him calm down, before she flicked the sheets away, tossing her head into open air. She smiled with satisfaction as she surveyed her handiwork in his body language. He felt like he was practically urging her onward if he could guess his own facial expression.

His breath caught as she pulled down on his last line of defense. He immediately lifted up, feeling each moment of hesitation was the most superfluous action he'd done in his entire life. A moment later, his pants' waistband cleared his buttocks and his loins were free. They bounced awkwardly in the open air, perhaps even more confident than he was. He could guess something good was going to happen, but he didn't know what...

Then came that marvelous, ruby appendage. She licked her lips hungrily. In that one revealing moment, he realized exactly where it was going. She drew it gently up the bottom of his length, soft and tentative. But even that contact made his skin shatter with a feeling of utter surprise. He felt he would throw his muscles out the way he was moving, but a slender hand immediately landed in his. He interlaced his fingers with Theia's and held on for dear life. He had to stay quiet.

He fought back a loud gasp as the spurs on her naked, lubricated flesh drew gently over him. The contact eagerly stimulating, yet gently pleasing in ways he would have never imagined. Of course, this only occurred to him later. At this moment, though, he was too busy being bombarded by a full symphony of stimulation to bother thinking. All he could do was squeeze the life out of the sheets with his free hand while Theia grasped back on his other in an attempt to keep him grounded.

Still, he didn't move to thwart her. His body screamed delight, not anything close to agony. Her tongue swirled busily below his tip, dragging across a sensitive flap of flesh and making him respond on instinct again. His hips arched, attempting to prolong the contact as her tongue eluded his assertions.

He was prepared by that point to deal with everything continuing as normal. But, all the same, the sudden break in contact was a welcome respite. "Hmm," she sang coyly. "I like what this does to you." His sigh of relief was interrupted as she resumed contact. His breath caught as she dragged her tongue from the base of his maleness to the very tip, where she flicked her tongue gently, making him gasp.

She nodded down again and repeated, holding his length captive against his stomach by the sheer force of her tongue's encroachment on him. Both hands went to the sheets, all the muscles below his shoulders moving of their own accord in ways he never expected them to. The next flick on his sensitive skin made him drag the sheets he was grabbing upward.

"Oh, Thee, don't stop," he managed to gasp. Sure enough, she stopped to shoosh him. But, he only had the capacity to feel indignant before she laid into him again, Her tongue traced gentle arcs up the base of his length, stopping to pay special attention to his weakest points.

She seemed to feel the rising surge in him as she ceased her previous pattern and instead began drawing short, sharp licks as her attention moved upward. Seeker shook with anticipation of her intended destination. Tease, she'd give him a heart attack from anticipation!

Her first assertion at his tip sent his mind rocketing away on a final crashing deluge of pleasure. She bombarded him with her tongue as he climaxed, stretching it like a bout of rolling thunder and making it very hard to stay quiet. Indeed, other, more active parts of his body were making enough noise to nearly betray their act by themselves.

When he had himself together, Theia was standing on all fours over him. As she looked down on him with an appraising stare, his first instinct was to pull her down to him. But, then, he felt the draft on his stomach and groaned like the world was against him. Theia smiled and got out of his way as he began looking around the tent for something specific.

He managed to prop himself up and grab a wad of bathroom paper from a roll in his pile of supplies. Some amenities just can't be done without.

He grabbed a wad and started containing the damage. Admittedly, this had to be the less glamorous side of sex. So he guessed, anyway. All the same he couldn't wipe serene relief from his mind like he had his own ejections from his lower body.

The moment he was clean, though, Theia's scalp pressed against his chest and he felt himself nudged back. Fur slid against skin and they were once again at eye level. She pecked him playfully on the nose. It was about then he decided the last few minutes be damned, he'd like a few more. He guessed by the way he stared into her eyes, Theia knew.

He breathed out through his nose as she twisted her muzzle around his lips again. Her petit lips twisted gently against his, lining up another one of those lovely kisses he still hadn't had time to fully explore. Exactly what had taken up that time was something he chose to forget, time in public, the stress of his own transgressions... it didn't matter now.

His tongue met hers, pirouetting insistently against her between their lips. All this happened before he finished exhaling. By this point it was pretty clear Thee could use some satisfaction of her own.

"Hmm," she purred as they parted. "I guess that wasn't enough for you?" Seeker hugged her gently across her shoulders, feeling the way her soft breasts yielded against him, as if more then gravity drove her down to him.

"Yes," he commented as he drew his hand down suddenly to cup one of her pert buttocks. She bounced with surprise in his grip, then shivered as his fingers pressed through unusually gossamer hairs. "But I think you need this more than I do." He reached up with his other hand and stroked her shoulder, making her sigh. He wasn't here to wind her up... not really, anyway. The main clause was; unless it was contingent on her feeling good. In this case she'd already let on she was in some fantastically hot mood. So, perhaps she wanted some tension.

"Don't tease," she said innocently. He guessed he was wrong. Maybe she wanted satisfaction, then? For her sake he hoped so, because he was just as wound up as she was

"Okay," he whispered. He traced his hand down to her flank â€" gently this time. She seemed to get the idea; this was for her. So she made way for the courteous assertions of his hand. She raised her hips up and, thankfully, avoided kneeing him in the crotch.

About then he had a dastardly idea. Though, to be fair, it didn't qualify as teasing. It would have to wait until a riper moment, though. He continued around to her front, making sure she knew exactly where he was, fingers sliding through fur to drag against her hot flesh. Pretty soon his two peripheral fingers rested bravely in the v between which he knew she parted. Her breathing was as quickened as his had been when their places had been virtually reversed.

Then, Seeker's machinations came to fruition. He craned his neck up and locked his lips on Theia's, not letting either of them recover before he slipped an agile finger gently into her hot recesses. She exhaled hot breath through her nose -- almost inhumanly hot breath -- as he hilted in her. He swirled his finger around, tracing her folds and dragging them along. As their lips parted, she shivered and barely stowed a plaintive, squeaky mewl of pleasure by vocalizing into his shoulder.

He stroked her back reassuringly as he explored her. It was, admittedly, somewhat nicer getting to know her this way instead of via another, larger thing of similar shape, which was comparably inflexible. He traced the gentle line of her folds, up and down, making her sigh feverishly into his shoulder. He traced his finger over the front of her entrance, drawing over a rough patch of flesh and making her shiver in his arms.

"S-seeker," she whispered. "Ooh." For a few more silent moments, he continued to trace her before she spoke up again. "I can't keep my hips up like this, especially with y-you," she shivered again, breaking Seeker's mood as she stumbled dangerously. She didn't seem to need his permission to solve the problem, though. She rolled over with his finger still planted in her. He managed to land a knee between her legs to steady himself. He looked at her to make sure she was still fine. Of course; she was quite positively, ecstatically so.

Her angular eyes were glazed and squinted in an ecstatic v shape, contemplating nothing in particular. A slight smile twitched past the laborious look on her face. He supposed he looked just as foolish in that state. But, so be it. He knew the feelings behind it and that was what counted... even if it looked a bit silly.

"I â€"" she stammered. "I think, despite your valiant efforts..." Seeker smiled. In one, serendipitous flash, he knew what she wanted. Seeker drew his knee down and put his weight onto his arms, drawing closer to her expectant eyes. And, no quicker had his finger withdrawn did the tip of his maleness nest gently in her folds. She gave a quiet and ecstatic sigh. He got the message and let himself slide gently into her. Her free leg wrapped around his posterior, the other insistently pressing between his leg and the point where they met. He had to admit it was an odd angle, but it would do.

He hastily drew back and pushed into the wet, unfolding reaches of her most sensitive places again. She hugged him tightly and muffled an insistent yelp into his shoulder. He felt the odd two-point contact of her upper lip as she seemed to exert all the pleasure he put into her onto his skin. He supposed he was lucky she was restrained enough to not accidentally bite him.

He drew back again and drew out his re-entry this time. It gave him a chance to admire how she moved and shook gently against him. The thought of holding her in his arms and giving her pleasure was one he found oddly beautiful in this sea of confusion. She was his island of familiarity, his first girl and the only one he'd ever think of having by his side. He gently drew back and parted her again, sighing as she sought contact elsewhere. She leaned down, dragging her nose over his shoulder and her hair over the sensitive spot above his jaw.

But, she was more than his first girl, oh so much more â€" even beyond words. Apart, they were both strong, but together they would be stronger. He hoped to never let that change. In his haze of pleasure, half-thought and answered feelings he'd pressed into her a number of times. Now, she trembled with every movement, the degree of her fits increasing with each assertion his maleness made into her gossamer reaches. It was only a short while before she let in a mighty, deep breath and arched against him.

He himself had been delayed by the slow pace. But she seemed to like it better. All the same, he'd had to hold back. But, as her walls pressed in on him from all sides, as if easing him to let himself go, he did. A flash of pleasure like ball lightning splayed out to every tip of every nerve in his body, reaching back to every point where he met Theia. When he opened his eyes, Theia was staring back at him, looking satisfied.

She stroked his cheek lovingly as he came down, the tenseness in his muscles slowly dissolving. She followed him down to his side as he gently fell into the wad of sheets. She asserted her lips against his in a gentle, unassuming kiss. He was too tired to assert himself and, so it seemed, was Theia. She purred gently in his arms, her body still enfolding him. He gently nuzzled her cheek, but she seemed to have nearly passed out. It seemed he wasn't far off himself. His eyelids were beginning to crash like rotting trees. Through waning eyelids, he watched Theia nestle up against him, making him shiver in surprise as he felt the friction of her insides. Well, he'd forgotten something, unfortunately...

What did he forget?