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Our first time is urgent and intense. I look deep into her eyes as I join with her, pinning her in place, my cock as deep as it can go inside her tight, squirming little hole. Her body is much weaker than mine, but she nevertheless grips me intensely, proving deep, satisfying stimulation.

Her breasts rise and fall with beautiful, soft undulations as she does her best to take me. I can see little moments of discomfort where her tightness gives her some pain, but she makes no effort to stop me. If anything, she spreads herself wider and offers herself even more deeply.

Before I know it, she is coming and I am following, two orgasms ripped from us by alien bodies. I pull free, sending arcs of emerald seed over her body and her stretched, sore pussy. I see her shudder as my seed splashes over her clit. She reaches down and rubs my cum into her pussy, and I feel my body react with another spurt of seed. It is the hottest, sweetest thing I have ever seen. She is ravenous for my cum in her pussy. She wants me. She needs me. And she will have me.

* * *

“I’ll have to save your life more often,” Tarni says, flushed and satisfied. “Now what? Are we far from Colony Alpha?”

“Six weeks to tan this hide. We will stay here for six, perhaps seven weeks. When you arrive at Colony Alpha, it will be in the garb of the beast you slayed.”

I wonder for a moment if she plans to be impatient, but she smiles and seems happy enough to go along with my plan. I see the haunted expression in her gaze now, the woman behind the human. She is not ready to come out yet.

* * *

These are the last good, sunny days before we reach Colony Alpha. When that happens, our mutual pretense will fall away and we will have to be what we are. I am not looking forward to that day. It is better to be what we seem to be now, me, a savage, she a helpless stray.

We make love frequently. I avail myself of her body and she of mine. I use her and I know from the look in her eye that she is using me much the same.

Neither one of us has known much in the way of peace, I suspect. This trip in the wild is perhaps the last of our mutual journeys. Something important, special, and above all, rare, is coming to an end and neither one of us wants it to.

On these long days, Tarni amuses herself by playing in the sea, skimming her feet along the waves, flinging foam toward me occasionally in a rare display of playfulness. She has been so careful and so controlled with me, hiding herself all this time. There has been no room in her mind or heart for play. I love seeing this side of her. I will keep these memories forever.

Tarni

Kail smiles. His hair has been removed from its braid and hangs wet about his shoulders. He is naked. We both are. The salty tang of the sea hangs about my face, caught in my curls. Sun shines bright upon our skin, and the wind is at my back.

I am going to miss him when I get to Colony Alpha. I know he can’t stay with me once we arrive. Everything will be different then. I will be human, he will be savage, and that will be all that anybody sees.

I want to tell him we don’t have to go to Colony Alpha, but that isn’t true. My journey ends there. I have to go. He has to go. We are drawn toward our final destination like two wind-up mechanical creatures scrambling along a preset path.

“Before we go,” he says as we head out of the ocean as the day cools. “There is something I have made for you to replace your verdant clothes. Plants wither and die, but this will stay strong for the rest of your life. I hope you will keep it with you always and wear it now.”

With that, he shows me what he has been working on, and keeping me away from. It is attire like his own, a tunic vest and a skirt, all made from the pelt of the giant cat. It is very finely made, stitched with obvious care, and tailored to fit my body. As I slide it on, I feel the hide snug against me like a second skin. He paid intimate attention to the shape of my body, and the clothing feels like an embrace.

He holds the beast’s skull, similarly transformed and tanned with hide into the shape of a helmet.

“I have turned the head into a helmet, but it would be too large on you,” he says. “Unfortunately, the size of a skull is the size of a skull.”

“I want you to wear it,” I say. “I want you to have something from this journey we’ve made together. I want you to remember me.”

His expression softens. “I do not think I am capable of forgetting you, human.”

He still won’t use my name more often than not, but that’s okay. His love language is skinned, tanned, and tailored prey. Kail is a savage, but in all the best ways.

“I mean I want you to remember me as I am now. When you… before I…”

I can’t finish the sentence. I want to, but I know that doing so would be a betrayal of everything I have ever sworn to uphold.

“I just wish we could stay here forever. Like this.”

“I want the same,” Kail says. “But I promised to deliver you to Alpha Colony, and that is what I will do.”

5

Tarni

The journey to Colony Alpha is far too swift even with my dawdling and reluctance for what must surely be the end.

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