Talia Of Animalistic - Chapter 12

 

And Talia sleeps. She sleeps the rest of the day and all through the night. While she’s cuddled up next to Richy, she purrs softly. By the next morning, the exit wound is starting to develop a scab. Wildcat and Cougar both assure Richy the developing scab is good. But Richy is still very concerned and worried because Talia has slept for over twenty-four hours without eating or drinking or even going to the bathroom.

Uncle Bob found the recording Margie brought him of Mr. Grimm very interesting. And instead of going out to dinner, they stayed at Richy’s and ate dinner with everyone else. Margie was thrilled to meet Amazonia and Zenith. And looking in on Talia had awed her. And as the sun went down, Margie and Bob sat on a porch swing under a mature tree, Bob put his arm around her, she relaxed into him and he gave her a kiss that made her toes curl.

Talia has been sleeping for fourty-eight hours without eating, drinking or going to the bathroom. Roar carries in a tray of herbal tea and finger sandwiches. Talia has rolled back onto her back with her left hand resting on her ribs above the exit wound. Her right arm is bent so she’s touching Richy.

Roar leans over and takes a close look at the wound Richy left uncovered this morning like Cougar told him so it can breathe properly. “That scab is looking pretty good. Maybe she’ll wake up today.”

Richy pulls his fingers through the tiny braids in Talia’s hair. He shares with Roar, “I’ve been talking to her, but she doesn’t answer, doesn’t even open her eyes. She hasn’t even opened them once since the day before yesterday when she glared at Cougar.”

“But she knows you’re there,” assures Roar. “Take a break, hop in the shower, go to the kitchen and get some breakfast. Then step outside and get some fresh hair. Spend a little time with the children. Shell’s been moping about, see if you can cheer her up. I’ll stay with Talia.”

Richy nods his agreement and slides off the bed. Talia’s hand stays on him until he’s out of reach. Her right hand pats the bed a couple of times searching for him. Then she frowns in her sleep as she brings her hand up to rest on her ribs. Then her left hand reaches out and finds Roar sitting on the edge on the other side of her.

Roar takes Talia’s hand in both of his and tells Richy, “You see that. She even stopped purring. She only purrs like that for you. Don’t you, Talia? Even if she doesn’t answer, she’s still listening. I can tell by the way her ears perk up alert to catch the sound of our voices.”

Richy takes a shower and throws on an old pair of jean shorts over his boxer-briefs. He finds Roar sitting on the bed with his back to the wall reading: Much Ado About Nothing, out loud with Talia pulled half way into his lap.

“She likes Shakespeare,” shares Roar.

“Sounds good coming from you,” Richy tells him. “You have rich deep timber.” He leans over to kiss Talia’s cheek and her head turns while her hand guides him to her lips. Richy is pleasantly surprised and pleased by the kiss, but Talia continues to sleep.

Roar sips some tea, “Go get some breakfast, Mist. If she wakes up, I’ll walk her down to the kitchen.”

Richy finds Cougar, Wildcat and Amazonia at the kitchen table eating. The children were fed first, all free people feed their children first. Then they were shooed outside to play. Quick good-mornings are exchanged and Richy makes himself a plate and joins them at the table.

“Don’t worry yourself so hard, Mist,” says Wildcat smelling the much younger man’s tenseness. “She’s out of the woods. She’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah,” says Cougar preparing to flick a piece of food off of his plate, “that scabs coming along real nice.” He sends the piece of food sailing through the air and it hits its target, Amazonia’s forehead.

Amazonia glares angrily across the table at Cougar as she grits through clenched teeth, “Wildcat.”

Richy has never known Wildcat to be quick to anger. The man has always seemed to have a never ending supply of patience. But he’s suddenly angry. He looks at Amazonia and says a little too calmly, “I am not one of your little Amazon male consorts. I am your father, my daughter. And you are going to start addressing me as such. Father, Daddy, Poppy, Paw, pick something you’re comfortable with and use it or I won’t answer you otherwise.”

Amazonia seems to shrink in her chair as her eyes go soft with hurt feelings, “…Papa… I’m sorry.”

Wildcat reaches over, pulls Amazonia toward him by the neck and kisses her forehead. Then he orders, “Cougar, let your sister finish her breakfast in peace.” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com www.webnovel.com for visiting.

Cougar’s face tightens for a moment as he thinks about it before he agrees, “…Okay, Dad.”

Richy knew Cougar had an older half-sister and that she was an Amazon, but not that it was Amazonia, current chief of the Amazon’s, as well as one of the tribe’s guardians.

“I haven’t seen Uncle Bob yet this morning,” comments Richy watching Wildcat’s two grown children watching each other eat. Amazonia is waiting to dodge the next food projectile. Cougar is obeying his father, but desperately wanting to set a projectile in flight at his older sister.

Wildcat informs Richy, “He made a plate, a cup of pero and went down to your office. He said something about a conference call.”

The food taste as good as it smells, but Richy’s not very hungry and doesn’t feel much like talking. But he can smell that Wildcat has hooked up with a female either last night or early this morning, and he’s curious about who it was. He knows Wildcat loved Cougar’s mother very much and mated with her exclusively while she was alive.

Cougar’s mother, Irene, hadn’t been the typical lost in the woods hiker. She was about the age Amazonia is now, she wasn’t a hiker and she wasn’t lost. She was a twice divorced anthropologist working on a book about wild humans. She hadn’t any children yet and wasn’t planning on ever having any children. She had been a heavy chain smoker, but Wildcat had helped her quit. She’d been celibate for a few years and hadn’t bothered to get her birth control implant updated. Besides, she wasn’t planning on romance, just work, doing research for her book. Yet somehow Wildcat had crawled under her skin and into her heart. She tried to ignore her feelings for Wildcat, deeming it unprofessional of her. Except Wildcat wouldn’t be ignored.

Wildcat had watched Irene while she bathed in the river, waited for her to lie down on her blanket in the sun, and when she started to dose off, he made his move. He captured her mouth with his own and was on her and in her before she could think a hard thought. Irene never told Wildcat he had been the best she’d ever had. What she had told him after their first time together was that it couldn’t happen again. But Wildcat had it happen again shortly after dark in her tent that same night and nearly every night after.

Irene wasn’t a woman who kept close track of her cycle like wild females do. She had always been irregular. She thought her morning sickness was the flu. And when she said something about possibly having the flu, Wildcat had laughed and informed her, “Woman, that ain’t no flu making ya sick, that’s our baby making ya sick.”

Irene had been in shock at first. Then she panicked because children weren’t in her life plans and because the situation was extremely unprofessional. She had said something during her panic about finding a doctor to get rid of it. That would be the angriest she would ever see Wildcat. He grabbed her by her shoulders, gave her a firm shake and told her, “If you kill our baby, I will never forgive you.” He meant it and she knew he meant it. Then he held her while she cried and accepted the situation. She finally accepted his love completely and accepted that she was going to have a baby by the man she loved, even if it was unprofessional.

Irene had a change in her life plans. She bought a modest three bedroom two bath home in the nearest town, Bayberry Falls. Wildcat was by her side through the whole pregnancy. He wore whatever clothes she bought for him so he wouldn’t make the other women nervous when he went with her to her prenatal appointments. He had thoroughly enjoyed the sonogram that let him see their child before it was even born. And most of their time was spent with his tribe until Cougar, what he preferred to call their son, was old enough to go to school. Then time together as a family started to revolve around school vacations.

By the time Richy finishes his breakfast, it’s just him and Wildcat sitting at the kitchen table. Wildcat is sipping a glass of herbal tea and he smells Richy’s curiosity. He looks at Richy across the table and ask, “What’s on your mind, son?”

“You still miss Irene,” asks Richy.

“Yep,” admits Wildcat, “miss her and still love her, always will the rest of my days. Wish she was still here every day. But I’m a man. I have needs like all men and women do. You wondering who I was with?”

Richy nods as he admit, “Yep.”

“Last night it was Angel,” Wildcat shares with a grin. “And this morning it was your aunt.”

Richy’s slightly surprised and chuckles, but that’s not all that’s on his mind, “Cougar said something to me about him and Talia. Roar said they were close for a long time. Was it truly serious?”

“A lot more serious than her father, Black Bear, liked,” admits Wildcat. “Black Bear loved and respected me, but he didn’t like my Cougar. Cougar was too foolhardy and got on Black Bear’s nerves somethin’ terrible. Cougar’s claim to fame in our tribe is he was nearly Talia’s first, the only man or boy she said yes to. If Cougar had just wanted to be her first, he’d of had her. But the crazy kid wanted to be her mate and was trying to establish that right off. Something your dad said about not having babies by a bunch of different women stuck with him. So when he was with a female he would pull out. He told me, ‘If you never plant the seed…’ If he had just mounted her and pulled out like he did with the other girls, Black Bear still would have been pissed. But not as pissed as he was when he heard Cougar had decided to fill Talia’s tummy with his baby by the end of summer vacation. Irene and I were terrified for Cougar when Black Bear went tearing down to the swimming hole. Hell, I’m no guardian and even if I was I still wouldn’t be a match to that man. Irene believed we were asking too much of Talia, not that we’d ever asked her and given her any kind of choice in the matter… Black Bear intercepted just as Cougar was about to penetrate Talia. He tossed Cougar like a rag doll. Luckily, Cougar landed in the water. Then he yanked Talia up by her hair and ordered her, ‘Go to your mother!’ Talia ran terrified. Then Black Bear turned and declared Talia off limits until she was twenty-one. Then he went to their tepee where Black Bear struck Talia so hard she hit the ground with a bloody nose. He dared her to disobey him again and forbid her from going naked, even for swimming.” Wildcat leaves out many of the detail just because it’s a horrifying memory for him and a lot worse than he tells Richy. Wild folks don’t believe in corporal punishment.

“Cougar didn’t mention anything about him hitting her,” says Richy.

“Cougar doesn’t know,” says Wildcat pushing a hand through his hair. “It’s best if he doesn’t know. He’s adored Talia from the moment he first laid eyes on her when he was a toddler and she was a new born. His little face just lit up at the sight of her and he said, ‘For me,’ and kissed her nose. I think he was aiming for her mouth, but she was squirming the way infants do. When he and Irene came home to the tribe for school vacations, Talia was the first person he looked for. He loves her, every bit as much as you. He would only blame himself if he knew Black Bear struck her… I’d never heard that girl cry like that before, never heard anyone cry like that before or sense. She had never even been spanked before in her life. We don’t spank our children. And she was never the same after that. Black Bear broke something in her that couldn’t be fixed and it never healed. She didn’t make eye contact with anyone for a long time. She was never able to look Black Bear in his eyes again. And she would flinch when he got near her. He came to me once and asked me if I she would ever forgive him for his fit of temper. All I could tell him was how his daughter had come to me the day before and asked if he would ever forgive her for being disobedient that one time, would he ever look at her with pride instead of anger? Did he wish for her to be male like Roar? …I prayed to Mother Earth for them. I wanted to help them heal, but I didn’t know how to fix it. We might be able to smell certain things like a lie or anger, but that doesn’t tell us why they’re lying or why they’re angry. They didn’t talk with each other anymore, not that Black Bear had ever been a great conversationalist, but he never apologized to her or told her how he really felt about her. He never told her how much he really loved her or how proud of her he was. I wished Cougar hadn’t been away at college the day she came to me. He had always had a way of comforting her when no one else could.”

“What happened,” asks Richy, “Cougar’s not the type of guy to give up on something like that.”

“No,” Wildcat agrees, “but Black Bear was very strict with Talia after that. He had endless rules on how she could dress and behave in front of the tribe. It didn’t stop Cougar from holding her hand and stealing kisses. If she wasn’t around, he’d mate with other girls, but he never forgot to pull out. But if Talia was around, the only thing they were good for was his pranks… But then he went off to college, and a year later, she went off to that fancy university like Black Bear wanted. Earned that law degree in record time from what I understand. Passed the bar with a hundred percent the first try, then went to work for her grandfather and uncle. None of us saw much of her for years. Then it became common knowledge she was dating a Drumpt and that’s about when Cougar started drinking. I don’t know what was happening in his head. He wouldn’t talk about it. But I knew his heart was aching.”

“I noticed he hasn’t had a drop to drink since he got here,” Richy tells Wildcat. “There’s beer in the garage frig. Normally he has a few beers or he’ll sit with Bass and they’ll have several together. The only time I’ve seen him completely sober these last few years until now is for work.”

“Right now,” Wildcat speculates, “I think he’s just happy to be near Talia, happy to be helping look after her.”

Richy stands, “I’m gonna check on Uncle Bob, make sure he’s able to accomplish whatever he needs to from my office. I haven’t upgraded anything in my home office in over two years.”

As Richy cuts through the dining area, he glances out through the sliding glass doors. He sees Squirrel with his cousin Bass. Squirrel is leaning over one of the large sitting stones with her arms supporting her as she leans over the large stone.

Bass sees Richy and smiles. Richy smiles back. Bass moves his hand to Squirrel’s shoulder so Richy can see him sliding in and out of Squirrel. Squirrel glances back at Bass, and when she sees Richy, she smiles. She says something to Bass, he slows his pace and pushes softer. Then she points to Richy and then towards Bass behind herself a couple of times inviting Richy to be next as Bass points to Richy too and then to behind Squirrel in front of himself.

Richy understands that Squirrel is offering for him to mount her next. And Richy’s horny, he’ld like to have sex. And Talia wouldn’t see this as cheating. She knows he’s hers and she’s his, except Richy’s only interested in sex with Talia. So he waves it off and shakes his head no. Bass and Squirrel both shrug and resume their previous pace.

One of the things Richy has always appreciated about free women is they know sex doesn’t equal love. Free women don’t expect hugs and kisses during sex. Foreplay, yes, but treated like you’re in love with them, no. Sex for the pleasure of it, sex for stress relief, sex for comfort, sex for fun and recreation free people all understand clearly. Just like they know that making love is only done with someone you’re actually in love with. That’s when face-to-face sex usually occurs for free people, when they’re making love. But face-to-face sex may also occur between close friends to make conversation during sex easier.

In Richy’s opinion, domesticated women were all confused. For them, sex equals love. It was why he shied away from domesticated girls during high school. Domesticated females seemed to all believe if they gave you sex, you were supposed to love them. Richy has never pursued a domesticated woman. But they often pursued him. During high school he had simply ignored them because on weekends he could run off into the woods with a couple of boxes of condoms and fuck as much as he needed with pretty much any girl or woman he wanted. Sometimes the girls his own age were a little leery of him because of his penis size. But older free females were always happy to see Richy, twenties, thirties, fourties and even women around his aunt’s age. He would mount who ever offered herself up first. They knew what he was there for and were happy to see him.

Yet when Richy went away to college, he couldn’t run off into the woods to get together with free females for sex. But there was no shortage of domestic women that were interested in him. So not wanting any misunderstandings Richy was direct. He just wanted sex, not a relationship. And he found fuck buddies. Problem was they often thought they could make Richy fall in love with them. And more than one fuck buddy tried to demand more than just friendship and sex from him after a couple of months. And at least half of the domesticated women he dated over the years accused him of treating them like a whore because he didn’t kiss them.

Richy is an honest sensitive man. He was up front about what he wanted because he was trying not to hurt anyone’s feelings. He had done his best to avoid hurting anyone’s feelings. He hated to see women cry, but you can’t make someone love you. Free women didn’t expect or want you to pretend you loved them before you mounted them. And Richy couldn’t count the number of times a domesticated woman had been confused when he bent her over a piece of furniture and mounted her without kissing her first. The ones he had developed friendships with and was particularly fond of he would give a quick hug along with a kiss on the cheek or forehead, occasionally a very quick peck on the lips when greeting them. He had never wanted to devour a woman from the mouth down until Talia.

Wildcat pauses next to Richy and looks through the sliding glass doors and says, “Squirrel, she likes a hard fuck. I can still give a hard fuck but I prefer to take my time now. Of course like you, Bass is a lot younger than me so y’all ain’t got no creaky joints to worry about.”

Wildcat walks out the front door where they hooked up the sprinkler for the children. Of course, Richy spots Cougar running through the sprinkler with the children. He shakes his head with a smile as he continues down to his home office. Uncle Bob is sitting at his desk typing away at the keyboard.

“Finding everything ok,” asks Richy.

“Fine,” answers Bob, “just going through my e-mail… You know, I’ve never been around this many free people before, nor spent this much time with them. So I’m really getting an education. And please forgive me if I say or ask anything stupid or offensive. But I feel less likely I’ll offend you with my ignorant questions and that you’ll forgive me a lot quicker.”

Richy smiles, “It’s ok, Uncle Bob. What’s on your mind?”

“After peaking in on Talia, I came down for breakfast,” shares Bob visibly embarrassed about something, “The children were rushing out the front door excited about turning on the sprinkler out front. I went to the kitchen, and Roar was sitting at the table obviously in deep thought about something. I proceeded to make myself a plate and a cup of pero. I sat at the table as Roar pushed back his chair. Zenith said something about making him feel better. Then he freed himself while she pulled her skirt out of the way. He guided her back onto him and they proceeded to have sex right there like that. I didn’t know what to do… Then Roar asked me if I’ld like Zenith to do me next. That it would help me relax. I said, ‘I don’t know,’ because I didn’t know what to say or do. Then Zenith said she wouldn’t mind, she’ld do me if I liked. Again I said, ‘I don’t know.’ Then Amazonia asked if there was perhaps someone else I’ld prefer. She’ld do me if I wanted or she could get Squirrel, Otter or Angel for me. Bass asked Roar if he could do Zenith later while Wildcat asked if I’ld like to try Seal. Said he’d done her earlier and she was real good. Roar looked a little irritated with Bass, but told him if Zenith felt like it, then it was ok. I said I would have to think about it, that I needed to use your office for a conference call which I did and came down here.”

“Did you get your call made ok,” ask Richy.

“Yes,” Bob nods, “yes, I did, thank you.”

Richy is in no way offended by Uncle Bob and his eyes are actually twinkling with suppressed laughter as he thinks how to respond to Uncle Bob. He may not have asked any actual questions, but he still needed some explanations. “Well, they’ve been tip-toing around you for a couple of days because you’re new and domesticated. But they’ve all gotten comfortable with you, so they’re finished tip-toing… Roar offering to share his personal mate with you means he has a lot of love and respect for you. Free people have a different idea of monogamy. Sneaking off to see someone else and lying about it would be cheating. Free males can be very possessive with their mates. Yet they may not mind sharing her with best friends or bothers. It’s also a way of being sociable like grooming or a cocktail party. Roar may have sensed you were tense and stressed about something and felt you needed to relax. Sex cures headaches… Bass asking to mate with Zenith was just him being opportunistic. He’s trying to take advantage of his new in-law status with Roar. Roar didn’t want to be rude and just say no. Plus mating with a pregnant woman is considered a real treat. Never done it myself that I’m aware of, but pregnant sex is supposed to be really good sex. So, free women are very popular while they’re pregnant, especially if they don’t have a mate… Socializing in free society is every bit as complicated as domestic society. Wildcat was simply making a recommendation as to who he thought you’ld enjoy the best and be the most comfortable with. But the fact that he’s mated with Seal makes it highly unlikely he’ll ever mate with her daughter, Otter. A lot of little unwritten rules like, if you’re doing the mother you don’t do her daughter and vice versa. Cougar has mated with Otter in the past, so he’ll never touch Seal like that. You don’t mate with your daughter’s half-sister even though she’s not your daughter… Consider yourself a welcome member of the family. If you don’t want to mate with Zenith, Roar won’t be offended. If you do decide to give her a try, Roar may watch to make sure you don’t get too personal and he may give you pointers as to what’s the best way to please her.”

“What do you mean by ‘too personal,’” asks Bob. “We’ld be having sex. That’s pretty personal.”

“With free people, sex is only truly personal when you’re making love,” explains Richy. “Making love involves hugging and kissing. You wouldn’t be hugging or kissing Zenith. Just mounting her from behind and fucking her.”

“Sound a little cold,” comments Bob.

“It’s not cold,” responds Richy. “There’s just no point in pretending there are feeling there that aren’t there. That’s how people end up with hurt feelings. There are rarely any hurt feelings in free society.”

Bob sits back as he absorbs what Richy has told him. But while Richy and Bob have been having their chat, Fjord has stepped out of the forest behind Richy’s house. He came across Talia’s injured scent in the forest yesterday. He got a couple of his tribe men to accompany him and tracked Talia here. Despite knowing Richy lives here, Fjord has never been to his home before, but he knew the second he crossed into Richy’s territory. This is where Richy’s family and other Water Tribe members come to get away from him. Fjord knows that. But he didn’t think Talia and Richy knew each other. And why she would come all the way here while injured, and badly injured by the smell of it, is a mystery to him.

Fjord spots Bass riding a woman hard. It pisses Fjord off a little. He’s made it next to impossible for Richy’s relatives to get laid within their own tribe. He hears the woman cry out with her orgasm as Bass pushes extra deep and cums himself. The woman stands and as she fixes her clothes says, “Damn, Bass, let me know when you’re ready again.”

Bass tucks himself away grinning, “Give me an hour. I’ll be ready again.”

Squirrel giggles in response, but her eyes grow large when she spots Fjord approaching. Bass turns to see what Squirrel’s looking at. At the sight of Fjord approaching, Bass says, “Shit.”

Fjord grabs Bass by the throat and demands, “Where’s Talia?” He’s sure she’s inside, but he just needed to harass Bass. It pisses him off that Bass rarely displays any fear.

“Let him go,” demands Squirrel.

Fjord recognizes her as Animalistic Tribe, but doesn’t remember her name. He knows Roar is near. So he lets Bass go with a shove toward the woman and she keeps Bass from hitting the ground.

“Bully,” Squirrel yells at Fjord.

Fjord doesn’t respond. He just follows Talia’s scent inside through the sliding glass doors and up the stairs to the upper level of the split and into the master bedroom.

Squirrel runs through to the front door, throws it open, grabs Wildcat’s arm and nearly shouts, “Fjord is here.”

“It’s ok,” Wildcat assures Squirrel, “Stay here with Otter, Seal, Zenith and the children.”

Cougar and Amazonia follow their father inside. Zenith is an Amazon and doesn’t like being lumped with the women and children. But she respects Wildcat, they may need her protection, so she waits just inside by the open front door.

Fjord steps inside Richy’s bedroom where he finds Talia sleeping on Richy’s bed. He can smell they’ve had sex here. But he’s never seen Talia as her guardian form before and he’s fascinated. He strides across the room to Talia’s bedside and reaches out a hand to touch her.

“Hey,” shouts Roar from the urinal in Richy’s bathroom as Bass shouts from the bedroom doorway, “Don’t you touch her. She’s Mist’s.”

Fjord is amused by Bass’s statement and responds with a wicked grin, “Not if I can take her from him.”

As Fjord’s scent invades Talia’s nose her white orbs pop open. There’s no logical train of thought going through Talia’s head, no words. The male standing over her looks like good breeding material, but he smells dangerous, life-threateningly dangerous.

There’s a warning growl. And Fjord just barely manages to jump back and avoid getting his throat ripped out by Talia. But her claws still grazed his throat and four angry red welts appear immediately. Fjord smiles excitedly as he dodges more attempts by Talia to claw him to pieces. But her injured body is keeping her from moving at top speed.

Fjord’s two male companions have run out into the hall. Talia’s a beautiful guardian, but she’s not happy to see Fjord, so being near him is dangerous at the moment.

“What the hell are you doing here,” Roar demands of Fjord.

“I tracked her here,” answers Fjord. “I wanted to make sure she was alright. I wasn’t expecting to find her here shacking up with Richard.”

“They’re not shacking up,” Cougar tells Fjord. “You know Talia’s not the type of woman to shack up with somebody.”

“Boy,” Wildcat tells Fjord, “you got no business here and ya know it.”

“I am going to claim Talia,” insist Fjord. He tells Cougar and Wildcat, “You two mind your own fucking business.”

“Don’t speak to my father and brother like that,” Amazonia warns Fjord.

Richy hears a commotion upstairs over him and Uncle Bob. “What the hell,” asks Richy as he steps out of the office and looks up at the ceiling. As he reaches the living room he smells Fjord. “Uncle Bob, go wait with Zenith. I have an uninvited guest.”

Uncle Bob complies. And as Richy nears his bedroom door, a fist comes through the wall. He steps into the doorway in time to see Talia pull her fist back through the hole she punched through the wall.

“Magnificent,” says Fjord looking at Talia likes she’s the ultimate prize. Richy’s not happy to see him, but he’s not surprised either.

Cougar shoves Fjord away from Talia as Roar lifts her off her feet to keep her from charging after Fjord. Fjord didn’t appreciate being shoved by Cougar but Amazonia steps in front of him.

Wildcat tells Fjord, “You may not want to hear what I got to say, boy, and you’re certainly not going to like it. But you can’t claim someone’s true-mate. If you managed to harm a hair on Mist’s head, Talia would rip you apart.”

“What,” Richy asks Fjord, “did you honestly think you could walk in here and walk off with my mate, Tad?”

Fjord is not happy to see Richy. When he saw Talia in the bed alone, he had assumed Richy was at work. And he had kind of thought he would just sort of toss Talia over a shoulder and walk off with her. Fjord shrugs as he tells Richy, “Not like you can stop me, Richard.”

“Wanna bet,” asks Richy as he steps over to where Roar is holding Talia. Cougar is inspecting the hand she punched through the wall.

Cougar tells Richy, “I can’t believe she didn’t break anything.”

“Talia,” questions Richy. She looks at him with her white orbs. There’s a type of recognition there, but something’s missing. He looks up at Roar hoping for an explanation.

Roar shrugs, “She’s technically awake.”

Yet what’s going on behind Talia’s white eyes is very simple, very basic: friend, foe, relative, not relative, mine, not mine, mate, not mate. No actual words, just the knowledge and the emotion. Roar falls under male/relative/friend/mine; Cougar: male/friend/not relative/mine; Richy: male/ mate/ friend/mine.

“But she hasn’t said anything,” asks Richy.

Roar shakes his head, “Not a word… Ouch,” and he drops Talia, who lands on her feet.

But she doesn’t attempt to charge after Fjord. She steps up against Richy. Her arousal for Richy scents the room completely.

“Wow,” says Cougar inhaling the scent of Talia’s arousal. Every man in the room, except Roar, now has an erection. Your little sister suddenly putting out that strong of a mate with me scent is a little shocking.

Cougar quickly checks Roar’s arm. “She wasn’t trying to hurt you. She just wanted down. She dug her claws in just enough so you’ld let her go.”

Fjord steps closer to Richy and Talia caressing the erection she just gave him. They both growl at him.

“You’re being warned,” Amazonia tells Fjord.

“What’s he gonna do to me,” asks Fjord.

“Kick your ass,” says Bass confidently from over by the bedroom door encase he needs to make a run for it.

“We’re not kids anymore,” responds Fjord. “Richard’s not capable of kicking my ass anymore.”

“Are you sure about that,” ask Roar heading for the bedroom door. “Do you think I would just let you walk off with my sister? Or am I just confident her mate can take care of her?” Roar vacates the room with an idea of how Uncle Bob may have felt at the kitchen table this morning. Because after years of Talia being non-sexual, Roar’s not ready to see his sister mate.

“Is everything alright,” Uncle Bob ask Roar when he reaches the main level of the house.

“Fine, fine,” assures Roar stepping out the front door for fresh air. “Mist has everything under control, just an unexpected guest. Hey, that sprinkler needs some children in it.”

Fjord knows Roar wouldn’t just let him make off with his sister. Roar is a huge man and a terrifying enormous guardian like his father was and could easily rip him apart. But if Roar didn’t feel the need to try to stop him that meant he was confident Richy could protect Talia himself. There was something Fjord had missed or didn’t know yet which meant Fjord needed to be cautious.

Richy bends Talia over the bed in front of him and Talia pushes back against him.

“Tad,” says Richy as he runs a hand over Talia’s lovely heart shaped bottom, “this is my mate. She trusts me. She’ll never trust you.” He undoes his shorts. “She will never let you touch her like this.” He pulls Talia’s skirt up and pushes her tail out of the way and mounts her. “But you’re welcome to stand there and watch me fuck my mate.”

Richy takes it slow at first just so Fjord can get a good look at him sliding in and out of Talia. “You see the way she’s arching back into me, Tad. She’ll never do that for you.”

Amazonia nudges Cougar’s arm and cocks her head toward the door indicating they can leave. She’s sure if Fjord tries anything, Richy can handle him.

“No way,” Cougar tells Amazonia, “This is as close as I’m gonna get to being with her, and they don’t mind if we watch.”

Amazonia shakes her head and mutters, “Men,” as she squeezes out between the two men in the hall who are in the doorway so they can watch. The only thing the men would rather be doing than watching sex is having it themselves.

Richy rolls Talia onto her back and explores Talia’s breasts. He cups her breasts as he pushes deep into her. “My children are going to nurse from these, never yours, Tad, mine.”

Fjord smiles as he thinks to himself silently, “Perhaps.”

Richy latches onto the spot on Talia’s neck he knows is the most sensitive, where he likes to leave hickies. Talia begins to purr and Richy can feel her building to an orgasm. As her orgasm builds, and her body tightens around him, Richy can feel himself getting close as well. Normally, he would hold back until Talia’s had several orgasms, but he wants to get Fjord out of his house and territory. Richy’s claws extend and his eyes go black. His canines extend and dense black hair erupts down the center of his back as his tail grows out over the back of his shorts and he gains an extra foot in height while his skin takes on that dolphin gray-blue hue.

Richy looks Talia in her white eyes and she smiles up at him. He gives her a deep kiss which required a lot of careful cooperation with the extended canines.

Talia tucks a lock of hair behind Richy’s ear as she tells him, “Things look different.” She knows she’s in guardian form but things don’t look like they usually do when she’s her guardian, “like looking at a negative.”

“Your eyes are white,” Richy informs Talia. “They turned white two days ago, and I’ve missed you while you’ve been sleeping.”

Talia’s nose suddenly wrinkles in disgust as she recognizes the scent of someone she doesn’t like is in the room. She turns her head and sees, “Fjord,” saying his name none too happily.

Technically, Fjord actually has a pleasant musky male scent. And the man certainly isn’t ugly. He’s standing at the foot of the bed in a pair of black jeans that show off how well hung he is. It’s not Richy well hung, but he’s still very, very well hung. His raven hair is about shoulder length with large smooth waves and the ends curl under slightly. He has a neatly trimmed mustache over very kissable lips and a dazzling smile. His abs are ripped. His shoulders are broad, and he has good strong hands. In short, he’s beautiful, Lucifer beautiful, sinfully beautiful. And we all know where sins will land you, right in hell.

Fjord aims his dazzlingly beautiful smile at Talia, “Hello Gorgeous. You were wounded pretty badly. How are you feeling?”

Talia answers matter-of-factly, “I’m thirsty, I’m hungry and I need to pee.”

Richy stands and pulls Talia onto her hind paws. She straightens her skirt, pulls her tube top back up over her breasts and pads into the bathroom. She pushes the door behind her, but not hard enough for it to close. The men can hear Talia emptying her bladder.

“So what do you think, Tad,” ask Richy opening his arms wide and displaying his guardian form.

Fjord looks at the ceiling for a moment, sucks on his teeth frustrated and responds, “Ain’t that a bitch.”

“What,” responds Richy, “a bitch that you’re not the Water Tribe’s only guardian?”

Fjord shrugs as he does that annoying suck of his teeth in frustration. He can’t believe he didn’t realize Richy was a guardian. Richy’s persistent protecting and serving should have been a clue.

“Richy,” Talia calls from the bathroom. She can tell there’s some sort of male pissing contest going on between Richy and Fjord. She doesn’t really recall the last two days. The last thing she remembers clearly before waking up orgasming beneath Richy is excruciating intolerable pain and seeing Shell’s frightened little face, “grab me some clothes please. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

Richy grabs a pair of shorts and a shirt for Talia.

“I’ll take them in,” volunteers Cougar taking the clothes for Talia from Richy. “I want to check how she’s healing.”

“You trust him alone with her,” Fjord asks Richy with a wicked grin.

“Him, yes,” answers Richy, “you, no. A woman’s willingness has never been an issue for you.”

Inside the bathroom, Cougar is carefully feeling around the large scab over the exit wound, “You gave us all a good scare, Tali. Richy’s been worried sick. But it actually looks pretty good. Just try not to let it get soaking wet while you shower.”

Talia nods as she glances at the negative image of herself in the mirror and asks, “I’m not too scary, am I?”

Cougar smiles easily, “You’re not scary at all. You’re beautiful.”

“I didn’t even know this level of my guardian existed,” Talia tells Cougar. “I’m not even sure if this is even all the way on… I’m turning back down.”

Cougar watches as she shrinks back down to her normal height and self. Then he asks, “How do you feel?”

Talia looks up at Cougar. “It’s sore, like a deep bruise. The rest of me is a bit stiff and achy too. And I’m really hungry and thirsty.”

Cougar fills a small cup with tap water, “Here, you’re a little dehydrated. Get your shower and we’ll get you fed. If you’re still stiff and achy after your shower, I’ll give you a message after you’ve eaten.”

Talia drains the cup of water. “Ok,” then she starts the shower. Cougar watches her wiggle out of the tube skirt and top. She steps into the shower and Cougar steps out of the bathroom shutting the door behind himself.

Fjord is still there, now sitting on the corner of the foot of the bed. The two men that came with Fjord have stepped back into the room. Cougar recognizes the brothers and gives them a nod of acknowledgement. Richy is sitting in the chair Uncle Bob has usually been using. He moved it near the bathroom door. Bass moves over so Cougar can stand between him and Wildcat.

“What do you think,” Richy ask Cougar, “How’s she doing?”

“Good,” answers Cougar, “a little dehydrated and hungry, stiff and achy from sleeping for so long, still tender and sore, but she’s definitely out of the woods. She’s gonna be fine and right as rain in no time.”

“I didn’t know you and Talia knew one another, Richard,” says Fjord stretching onto his side, propping his head on one hand and making himself comfortable. “I had no clue you were any kind of competition for me. Now Wendel there has had the hots for Talia since they were children.

What are you doing here, Wendel? You smell sober, like you’ve been sober for at least a month. Where’s that lovely wife of yours? Sheila right? What’s she think of you hanging around out here with a woman you’ve been in love with since childhood?”

Cougar shifts uncomfortably. He’ld love to tell a lie, but everyone in the damn room would smell it. “I’m just helping look after Talia. Wife and I aren’t on good terms right now. She don’t like Talia.”

Fjord smiles nefariously, “I just bet she doesn’t. So what’s with the sobriety? What makes an alcoholic like you pull your head out of the bottle? What? Talia never seen you stumbling drunk before?”

“No,” admits Cougar, “hung over once, but not drunk. She told me I make bad decisions while I’m drunk and I agree.”

“You better keep an eye on Wendel, Richard,” warns Fjord amused. “A man that would walk out on his pregnant wife and pull his head out of the bottle just to help out with a friend’s injured mate…”

Richy raises a hand for Cougar to be quiet and not respond. He can smell that Fjord has unnerved Cougar. He wonders how Fjord knows so much. But he won’t let Cougar suffer responding to Fjord any further. Richy tells Fjord, “Cougar and I have been best friends since kindergarten. He’s like a brother. I know you’re not capable of understanding that. We would have been happy to have been friends with you too, but you were never interested in being anyone’s friend. Cougar is welcome here anytime he wants, for as long as he wants. He doesn’t need a reason. You, Tad, are a different matter. I don’t appreciate you walking into my home uninvited. So let me say this as plainly as possible even though I know you already know it… You’re not welcome here, Tad, for any reason.”

“Listen to him, Wendel,” Fjord tells Cougar smiling, “sitting there sounding like a chief. But you’re not his brother, Wendel. Rain is long dead and gone. If you were Rain, Wendel, you’ld have a guarantee that as his brother he’ld share his mate with you sometime within the next year or so. But Richard thinks too much like a domestic. He will most likely never share her with you or anybody else for that matter.”

The bathroom door opens and Talia steps out with the laundry hamper on her right hip. “Let me get that,” volunteers Bass taking the hamper from her.

“Thank you, Bass…,” says Talia appreciatively. But she smells Cougar’s distress and asks, “Cougar, what’s wrong?” She touches his face and pushes her fingers back through his blond hair. Blond hair is rare among free people, but Cougar has a gorgeous head of long thick curly blond hair.

Talia’s gestures are just as comforting to Cougar as they’re meant to be and suddenly he’s more concerned that she’s upset because he’s upset, “I’m fine, Tali, really.”

Talia glares at Fjord, “I don’t know what you said to him, but you need to leave.” Then she spots the hole in the wall and asks Fjord, “Did you put that hole in the wall?”

“No, luv,” answers Fjord smiling pleased, “you did.”

Talia looks at Richy and Cougar and questions, “I put the hole in the wall?” She’s very distressed because she can smell Fjord is telling the truth.

“It’s nothing,” Richy assures her. “I can fix it, a little spackle, a little paint and all gone. Come sit down, have some tea and eat something, please.”

Talia lets Richy guide her to the bed, sit her down and she absently accepts a cup of tea and a sandwich. She asks worried and concerned, “I haven’t hurt anyone, have I? The children are all alright, aren’t they?”

“They are all fine,” assures Richy, “you haven’t hurt a fly.”

“Still,” Talia speculates, “they must all be terrified.”

“They haven’t seen anything,” Cougar informs Talia. “If they’re scared, it’s because they know Fjord is here. My dad went out while you were in the shower to check on everybody and let them know everything’s ok.”

Talia accepts another sandwich from Cougar and Richy pours her more herbal tea. Talia then spots the punctures through the sheet and into the mattress. There are four sets of holes and she runs her petite fingers over the set next to her. With tears in her eyes she asks, “I did this too, didn’t I?”

Richy moves Talia from the edge of the bed to the chair and strips the sheet from the bed. “It’s not that serious, Tali.” He tosses the sheet away, “The sheets are replaceable and so is the mattress.” Cougar helps Richy flip the mattress.

Fjord steps in front of Talia and lifts her chin with two fingers. “Why are you upset over these trivial things?” He thumbs a tear from her cheek, “They are of no consequence.”

Talia’s eyes harden as she looks up at Fjord, “Material things are of no consequence because they can be replaced. But people are not replaceable. I must be in control at all times. The people that I love, respect and expect me to protect them shouldn’t be afraid I may lose control and harm them. Plus, I would never forgive myself if I harmed someone in my charge. I take my responsibilities as a guardian seriously, unlike yourself.”

Fjord find’s this silly and tells her, “You are a goddess, above such petty responsibilities.” Then he draws the back of his first two fingers down the side of Talia’s cheek, blatantly asking her for sex with the simple gesture.

There’s no warning growl from Richy, just a swipe of claws that Fjord moves to avoid, but still catches his shoulder. The thrust forward of Richy’s other hand hits Fjord in the center of his chest and sends him flying back on to the bathroom floor bumping his head first on the toilet and then on the bathtub.

Richy pulls Talia from the chair and tucks her behind himself as Fjord gets to his feet becoming his inner guardian. Fjord’s skin becomes shark skin grey as shark-like teeth slide down over his human teeth and his mouth widens. Webbing appears between the fingers of his widening hands and shark teeth like claws push out over his nails. His toes fuse and his feet lengthen, widen and become more fin-like as he gains a full 32 centimeters, over a foot in height, making him nearly seven foot five. He and Richy are about the same height as guardians and men.

As Fjord steps from the bathroom, Talia and Richy note the tightly shut gill slits on Fjord’s sides. His guardian form is meant for water. And in the water he’ld have an advantage over nearly all other guardians. But on land, he’s slow and clumsy.

“Give me a reason, water boy,” Amazonia calls to Fjord from the bedroom doorway. Her eyes are red, black claws have slid out over her nails and a forked tongue flicks out from between her full lips. She’s ready to go to full guardian if need be, “You can’t behave yourself for five minutes.”

Besides the fact that Fjord isn’t even sure he can defeat Richy, he’s out numbered. He stands down and returns to his human form. Richy and Amazonia stand down as well and revert to their normal selves.

Fjord folds his arms and ask, “So Talia, how did you get wounded?”

Talia hugs Richy as she answers, “A hunter shot me.”

“Why would you come here,” asks Fjord, “My tribe was closer.”

Talia shrugs, “I was on my way here to begin with. I needed to get here. It never occurred to me that any of the other tribes were closer.”

The two men who came with Fjord try to look out the bedroom door past Amazonia. Cougar notices and ask them, “Looking for something.”

Both men have trouble making eye contact and everyone can smell their fear, but one of them answers, “We were hoping to see our kids.”

Well, Talia knows they can’t possible mean Bass’s or Roar’s children. Males need females to produce children and that leaves Otter. She walks over to the two men, turns one man’s head to the side, sniffs his neck, smiles and says, “Shell.” Talia then does the same with the other man, “Clam, and you’re brothers. Come along, I think we can find your children.”

Wildcat is standing just outside the open front door and Talia can see the children along with Roar and Uncle Bob running through the sprinkler.

Wildcat hugs Talia first, “Welcome back, girl.”

“It’s good to be back,” responds Talia. “It’s nice to know I was missed.”

The children are excited to see Talia, and she’s equally delighted to see them. She gets down on one knee to hug and kiss them. Shell stands back away for a moment.

“What’s the matter, little one,” Talia asks Shell.

Shell comes forward slowly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I forgot to stay out of the room.”

Talia pulls Shell into her arms and props her on her right hip. She tells Shell, “Accidents happen, sweetie. I’m ok now, and I’ll be one hundred percent in no time. So let’s not worry about that. Besides, you and Clam have visitors.” Talia moves from in front of the front door and beckons the two brothers out.

“Daddy,” Shell calls happily and Talia releases her into her father’s arms as Clam is scooped up by his father. Then both men carry their children over to where Otter and Seal are standing near the garage which is well away from the front door because they know Fjord is inside and they are surprised he allowed the other two men to exit before him.

The little family reunion warms Talia’s heart as each man holding his child tightly hugs Seal and together group hug Otter and kiss her cheeks. It’s obvious the two men love their children very much and care very deeply for Otter. If it wasn’t for interference from Fjord, they would probably be official mates.

As the others come out of the house, including Fjord, Talia accepts big hugs, first from Roar and then Uncle Bob. Both men are wet like the children from playing in the sprinkler with them, but Talia doesn’t care.

Uncle Bob takes a step back from Talia opening his mouth to say how happy he is she’s finally awake again, but before he can speak, Fjord grabs him by the arm, sniffs him and ask, “Who’s the domestic?”

Fjord wasn’t expecting Talia’s quick fist to his gut and she hits him harder than she intended. “My uncle,” she answers pulling a doubled over Fjord away from everyone else. She tells him, “Amazonia’s right. You can’t behave yourself for five minutes. I can tolerate your unwanted presence. I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing. But I will not have you mishandling and abusing my loved ones.”

Fjord straightens up and shakes it off. “I can respect that. Your love for your family, friends and the children is quite obvious. I like how you are with children. You’re going to be an excellent mother like mine was, like I want for my own… Listen Talia, I know I’m not a nice guy and you’ll never love me; even though, I’ld like to have your love. And you deserve a nice guy like Richard or Wendel. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting you. What could it hurt to make a baby with me?”

Talia is surprised by the question. “Fjord, you already have at least five children by five different women. And from what I’ve seen, you’re a disinterested and indifferent father. Children deserve a father who is interested and loving. I see no reason a child with me would be any more special than any other woman’s child.”

“Talia, I’m not a man that usually asks for what I want,” Fjord reminds Talia. “I usually take it. So even though I’m asking nicely to mate with you, and nicely for you to have a child with me, the answer is no.”

Talia nods firmly, “That’s correct.”

“And even though your answer is no, you still expect me to respect your wishes and refrain from mistreating those you feel responsible for,” asks Fjord knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Talia answers firmly.

“And just who all is included under your umbrella of protection,” Fjord ask Talia.

“My tribe of course,” answers Talia, “And Amazonia and her tribe.”

“Amazonia and her whole tribe…,” says Fjord glancing back behind Talia and looking at Zenith standing under Roar’s arm, “because Zenith and Roar are together.”

Talia nods confirmation and continues, “That and Amazonia is Wildcat’s daughter… My family of course: including in-laws as well as blood relatives, domesticated as well as free. Richy’s family is no longer your whipping boy and no punishing the people that love them and that they love to hurt them.” And with that said, Talia had pretty much covered all of her bases.

Fjord knows if he looks for loop holes to exploit, he’ll only lose more points with Talia. His bullying isn’t because he enjoys the pain of others; even though, he does get off on it a little. It’s really about power. He likes knowing he’s the most powerful, likes feeling powerful. And now he feels threatened by the fact that Richy is a guardian and has taken Talia as his mate. He knows Richy will never willingly share Talia with him.

Fjord asks Talia, “And what do I get in return for honoring your wishes.”

“You will earn some of my respect,” answers Talia knowing what he really wants. But she has no plans on ever mating with Fjord.

Suddenly Talia finds herself gasping for air as Fjord’s hand clutches her throat. She walked him a good distance away from everyone else because she knows that Richy’s family is especially uncomfortable with Fjord and she knew they’ld feel safer with some distance between them. Roar stopped Richy from following her, told Richy to give Talia a minute to deal with Fjord herself. And from where everyone else is standing, they seem to be having a civilized conversation. Talia thought they were having a civilized conversation up until the moment Fjord grabbed her throat and restricted her air flow. And the others can’t see he has her by the throat.

Talia grabs his forearm and her claws slip out from under her nails, but her air flow is too restricted to become her inner guardian or even an animal.

Fjord ignores the sharp claws biting into his skin and tells Talia, “I don’t want or need your respect. But I will do as you wish. I will honor your request, even though you refuse mine. ‘No’ from you for now, but because I honor your request, I expect that eventually, you will honor mine, one way or another.” Then Fjord lifts Talia off her feet, and covers her open oxygen starved mouth with his own and sends his tongue probing.

When Talia’s feet come off the ground with her petite toes pointing down straining to touch the earth, the others realize something is very wrong. Plus, Talia would never willingly kiss Fjord. And when Roar, Richy, Cougar, Wildcat, Zenith and Amazonia come running followed by Uncle Bob and Squirrel, Fjord drops Talia and runs off toward the forest. Everyone’s too concerned for Talia to be bothered with chasing after him.

Fjord pauses at the edge of the forest and yells, “One way or another, Talia!” Then he dashes into the forest and out of sight as Talia struggles to catch her breath.

“Talia, are you ok,” ask Richy checking her neck and thinking that it’s gonna bruise.

Talia nods as they pull her to her feet.

“Next time I see him,” says Roar enraged, “I’m gonna crush him.”

Talia lets Cougar and Richy bear her weight and lead her into the house. She motions for them to take her down to the family room. Down there at least they can put on education TV for the children. Besides, she doesn’t feel like laying back down.

“What happened,” asks Bass who was inside in the laundry room and missed the action outside.

“Dad,” calls Beaver running up to his father, Bass, “Fjord choked Aunt Talia.”

“What,” asks Bass shocked. He smelled Fjord’s burning desire for Talia and he’s watched Fjord be respectful of Talia and try to be careful not to offend her. Bass has never seen a man want a woman as desperately as Fjord wants Talia. Fjord harming Talia in any way doesn’t make any sense.

“Bring a pitcher of ice water,” Cougar calls to Bass. Then he and Richy sit Talia on the overstuffed coach down in the family room.

“Damn, it’s bruising,” says Cougar as he carefully examines Talia’s neck. “I’ll go make an ice pack.”

Bass sits the pitcher of ice water down on the coffee table and offers Talia a full glass that Talia gladly accepts. Talia slowly sips the water.

Zenith asks what everyone is wondering, “Why did he do that?”

“It looked like they were having an amicable conversation,” comments Uncle Bob.

“He’s lost his mind,” states Roar angrily.

“Evil bastard,” says Cougar returning with the ice pack, “Right in plain sight.” He gently puts the ice pack to Talia’s neck as he sits on the other side of Talia across from Richy. Talia pats Cougar’s knee and takes over holding the ice pack.

“Maybe,” Aunt Seal speculates, “he was angry about that gut shot she gave him.”

“That was cool,” says Howl mimicking Talia punching Fjord in the gut.

“Wildcat sits on the coffee table in front of Talia and asks her, “Can ya talk yet, Dearest, and tell us what happened?”

Talia’s not sure her voice is ready, but she nods and takes a deep cleansing breath in through her nose, “…Not angry… He wasn’t angry… about the gut shot… That actually kind of amused him… Just a childish show of power… Reminding me he’s bigger, he’s stronger.”

“He didn’t need to do that,” says Amazonia shaking her head. “You know he’s bigger and stronger.”

“Still…,” explains Talia, “I put a lot of people under my umbrella… He agreed, but I still refused him… He doesn’t like to be told no… Not when he feels he’s being generous by agreeing to honor my request.”

“Who all did you put under you umbrella, Tali,” asks Richy.

“My tribe, Amazonia’s tribe, my family, blood and in-law, domestic and free, you and your family and every one they love,” answers Talia.

“You didn’t have to put me and my tribe under your umbrella,” says Amazonia touched by Talia’s generosity.

Wildcat slaps his knee happily, “Damn, girl, you got balls,” he tells Talia grinning.

“I’m a little lost,” admits Uncle Bob. “What’s she done? What’s this umbrella business?”

“Umbrella of protection,” says Wildcat proudly. “She got Fjord to agree to honor her umbrella of protection and she extended it over more than two tribe; protecting more than half of his own tribe from him. So now if he has trouble with anyone under Talia’s umbrella, he has to come to her. But Talia’s no chief and she has a mate. So when he comes to her, he comes to Roar and Mist as well.”

“Smart move,” compliments Zenith with a proud smile.

Talia shrugs, “I just don’t want him mistreating anyone. He pissed me off when he grabbed Uncle Bob. I knew I could extend my umbrella. I just figured I’ld extend it over as many people as possible.”

“You said he agreed even though you refused him,” points out Otter knowing Fjord wants something from Talia. “What did you refuse him?”

“Hell,” says Cougar, “he asked to mount her upstairs just before we came outside.”

“The claw marks on his shoulder,” Roar had noticed them.

Richy raises his hand and admits, “That was me.”

“Talia,” Otter asks her, “was that it? Was that all you refused him?”

Talia shakes her head no, “A baby, he asked me for a baby.”

“Why,” ask Bass. “He already has five kids he ignores.”

“He has five ordinary children by five different ordinary free women,” points out Wildcat as he analyzes Fjord request. “But Talia is special.”

“I’m not special,” insist Talia. “I’m no better than any other woman. My children won’t be better than any other woman’s. If I can even have children, when domestic women put off having children until their thirties or older, they often have trouble conceiving.”

“They’ve usually also been using some form of chemical or hormonal birth control for a decade or more,” Cougar tells Talia, “After you and Richy have been together a year, if you haven’t conceived, then we’ll worry about fertility issues.”

Talia nods her agreement with Cougar and relaxes back into Richy. Squirrel steps around behind the couch and checks Talia’s hair, “It’s time for these braids to come out.” Then she begins dissecting the tiny braids. Richy and Cougar move out of the way so the other women can help Squirrel take out the braids.

Richy heads to the kitchen to fix Talia breakfast since she hasn’t had a real meal yet. He starts by frying her two fresh eggs. As he’s standing at the stove watching the eggs, Cougar comes into the kitchen followed by the rest of the men except for the two brothers visiting their children by Otter.

“Talia likes her eggs over medium,” Cougar informs Richy as he takes a plate out of the cupboard for Richy. He then grabs a fresh tomato, “She likes fresh Tomato too,” and he slices it onto the plate.

“So,” Richy says to Cougar, “if Talia and I haven’t conceived after a year ‘we’ll’” pointing between himself and Cougar, “worry about fertility.”

Cougar stutters, “I,I,I didn’t mean it exactly like that, Richy.”

Richy’s not upset in any way as he tells Cougar, “You said what you meant… It’s okay. She’s obviously worried about it and you made her feel better.”

Roar shares, “Cougar has always had a way of making her feel better no matter how sad, worried or frightened she was. Our father hated that. He didn’t get Cougar’s rakish sense of humor. Our father would have liked you, Mist.”

“Wildcat,” Uncle Bob recognizing that he is the wise one with a wealth of the knowledge when it comes to free people, “you said Talia’s special and as her uncle, I agree whole heartedly. But how is she special for Fjord? Why is he so interested in having a baby with her when he already has five children?”

“By five different women,” adds Bass. “My two children, Beaver and Minnow, their mothers each have one by Fjord. And his youngest was born two springs ago to a young girl. He decided he should be her first when she went through puberty. He kept her in his wicciup for over a month. When he let her go, she stumbled out with her inner thighs bruised deep purple, along with lots of other bruises, and she was pregnant. Then he ignored her while she was pregnant with his child. He came and took a look at his new son after she gave birth, sniffed his newborn son over real good, handed him back to his grandmother and said one word, ‘worthless.’”

“How old was the girl,” asks Uncle Bob.

“At the time,” Bass answers, “Thirteen.”

“That’s not typical,” Roar reading Uncle Bob’s face and scent as Richy transfers the eggs for Talia to the plate, “Men our age don’t usually touch girls that young, not even if they’re willing. I guess you’ld say the unwritten age for a woman to be considered old enough for any man is about nineteen or twenty.”

“I’m gonna run this plate to Talia,” Richy tells the other men. “When I get back, I’ld like to hear why you think Fjord is so focused on Talia, Wildcat.” Then Richy takes the plate down to Talia and is back a minute later. “Okay, Wildcat, let’s hear it.” He leans against the kitchen counter next to Cougar.

Wildcat nods and begins, “Roar, you’re boys are future guardians. But if they had been born ordinary free folk, would it matter to ya?”

“No, of course not,” answers Roar. “I’m just happy they’re healthy.”

Wildcat goes on, “And that’s what good people want, that’s how good people think. Good people just pray for healthy happy children. Except Fjord isn’t a good person, and he doesn’t think like one. Five beautiful healthy children aren’t good enough for him because he wants more… Guardians are very rare in some tribes. Water only has two: Fjord and Mist. And until today, Fjord believed he was the only one. Hell, we all believed he was the only one. Guardians are hit or miss in most tribes, usually a miss. Fjord seems to want hits for his children, guardians like himself.”

“You think he believes Talia’s a guarantee for children that will be guardians,” asks Roar. “But even two Guardians aren’t guaranteed children that will be guardians.”

Wildcat continues, “I told you, Talia’s special. I don’t know if she knows. Judging from her reaction downstairs, she doesn’t. Yet Fjord still seems to have figured out that Talia would be a guarantee. All of her children, no matter who the father, free or domestic male, will be guardians. All the women of her line have been special like this. It’s the main reason why our tribe is blessed with so many guardians. It’s been a carefully guarded secret for generations. We don’t want someone power hungry like Fjord making off with a woman like Talia. He would attempt to breed himself an army. And domestics would use such a woman to create an army of super soldiers… Traditionally, a woman like Talia would have at least two mates, usually more like my daughter, Amazonia, has four consorts. Having multiple mates for a woman like Talia is to help ensure her safety as well as the safety of her children, provide extra security. Panther’s father and uncle shared her mother. But Panther broke with tradition when she chose to build a life with Reynold. Tells me they were true-mates. For a domesticated male, Reynold did well at taking care of Panther.”

“How do you think Fjord figured it out,” ask Cougar.

“Talia’s mother, Doe,” answers Wildcat, “Guardians who have a domestic parent are extremely rare. And when you get a guardian who has a domestic parent like Mist or Fjord, they usually lack the ability to become any type of animal like Mist. And I don’t know of a domestic and a free ever producing a female guardian before Doe because it’s usually passed father to son. Still, Doe’s father was domestic and not only was she a guardian, but she could do animals too. Plus, I know he was asking questions about Talia’s female family history. He’s smart enough to figure it out.”

The men take the conversation outside to start working on the adult picnic table. The women and children go out too. Talia’s hair is braid free as she lies down on a blanket in the sun. The two brothers, Clam and Shell’s fathers, head back to their tribe to share the news that Richy and Talia are now mates, and that Fjord isn’t Water’s only Guardian. Richy’s a guardian too. And as the men are working on the adult picnic table, they explore how it is that Richy is a guardian. Was it something recessive he inherited from his mother? Perhaps several generations back on his father’s side, someone was Free. Was it possible that if Bass or Cougar or any free male that wasn’t a guardian, if such a male met the right woman, an inner guardian would also awaken from within them? Highly unlikely was the conclusion for that last question.

At dusk, Richy and Cougar are relaxing on the couch in the family room drinking tall glasses of ice water with Talia lying over their laps sleeping. Her head is resting in Richy’s lap with her legs over Cougar’s lap. Richy lightly touches the bruises on her neck, four fingers on one side and a thumb on the other. He’s very aware of Cougar’s admiring eyes sliding over Talia’s body as one of his hands slides over her outer thigh and lightly squeezes her bottom. If it was any other man but Cougar, Richy would be pissed.

“You love her,” Richy states to Cougar.

“Yeah,” confirms Cougar not taking his eyes off Talia, “I love her, always have, always will. When we were kids I believed that one day after we were grown-ups, we would be together, that we’ld have children together.” He looks over at the children cuddled together on the floor already sleeping. “I’m not sure how my life got so screwed up. But I’m just happy to be near her now.”

Richy can feel as well as smell his best friend’s sadness and longing and would like to make him some kind of promise, “Cougar, if you were my brother, Rain, and he was in a similar situation as yours, I know once Talia and I were settled in secure with one another like Roar and Zenith are, that I’ld share her with you. But Rain’s dead. You’re my best friend, and as much as I’ld like to make you a promise, I can’t. My dad would never ever consider sharing my mother with another man, not even his own brother.”

“It’s okay, Richy,” Cougar smiles sadly. “It’s nice to know you’re thinking about it. Besides, can’t truly miss what ya never had.”

Richy scoops Talia up into his arms and stands. “I’m goin’ up to bed. I’m gonna go into work tomorrow morning. Will you look after Talia while I’m gone for the day at work? Make sure the kids don’t run her ragged?”

“Yeah of course,” answers Cougar. He watches Richy carry Talia up the stairs.

“It’ll happen,” Aunt Seal tells Cougar from where she’s sitting on the floor by the sleeping children.

“They both love you,” Squirrel tells Cougar from where she is on the floor on the other side of the children. “Talia has always loved you. When Roar and Wildcat told her you’d married, she was so sad, but all she asked was if you were happy. She said she hoped you were happy. When someone loves you completely, they want you to be happy, even if what makes you happy doesn’t include them.”

Cougar nods his understanding as he gets up from the couch. He wanders into the kitchen where Roar, Uncle Bob, Amazonia and Bass are having a beer. Zenith is sitting at the kitchen table with a hand resting on her very swollen belly. Otter is putting away dishes from the dishwasher. It’s obvious to everyone in the kitchen that Cougar is very sad as he leans against a counter and asks, “Where’s my dad?”

“Our shower,” answers Uncle Bob.

“Want a beer,” Bass asks Cougar.

Cougar shakes his head, “No thanks.”

Uncle Bob sees Zenith give Roar a concerned look about Cougar. Roar gives a subtle jut of his chin in Cougar’s direction to Zenith. Zenith stands up steps over to Cougar and gently draws her first two fingers down the side of Cougar’s face.

Cougar smiles slightly, “Thank you for offering, but I can’t. Until my divorce is final, it would be considered cheating.” Besides, he only truly wants Talia.

Zenith asks confused and concerned, “Are you expected to go without any type of mating until this divorce is finished?”

Cougar nods confirmingly, “Yep.”

“That’s awful,” responds Zenith rubbing Cougar’s back. “Not even for comfort?”

Cougar shrugs as if it doesn’t really matter, “Nope, not even for comfort.”

Zenith steps away from Cougar concerned to retake her seat at the kitchen table. Except before she can actually sit back down and relax, Bass steps up to her and runs the back of his first two fingers gently down her cheek, asking her to mate with him. Zenith looks at Roar, who shrugs leaving the decision up to her.

Zenith takes a deep breath and sighs. She consents to mate with Bass with an unenthusiastic, “Okay,” and positions herself over the kitchen table. She directs Bass firmly, “but don’t drag it out.”

Bass steps up behind Zenith and reaches under her skirt eagerly. “I love pregnant women,” he shares as he messages her clitoris. He checks how wet she is with his first two fingers, decides she’s wet enough, and mounts her. Uncle Bob is frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights. He just doesn’t know what to do or how to react as he glances over at Cougar, who seems to be just fine watching.

Amazonia nudges Roar’s arm to get his attention. She reminds him, “I didn’t bring any of my mates with me. Would you do me?”

Roar makes eye contact with Zenith to question her with a look to make sure it’s alright with her if he mates with Amazonia, and Zenith gives him an okay nod. So having Zenith’s permission, he tells Amazonia, “Sure, I’ld be happy to.”

Amazonia smiles as she leans over the kitchen table by Zenith. Roar steps up behind her, reaches under her skirt and finds she’s already wet, so he mounts her.

Uncle Bob stands there mesmerized. Bass’s hands have slid up to hold onto Zenith’s breasts as he pounds into her from behind. Roar’s not as aggressive as he holds onto Amazonia’s waist.

The back of Otter’s first two fingers slide down the side of Uncle Bob’s face as she takes his hand and tells him, “I would be honored if you would do me, Uncle Bob.”

“Honored,” questions Uncle Bob as he pushes a lock of Otter’s long wavy black hair behind her ear.

“Yes,” confirms Otter as she slips his hand that she took under her top onto one of her breasts as she repeats, “honored.”

“Go ahead, Uncle Bob,” encourages Cougar. Just because he can’t have sex right now doesn’t mean everyone else needs to suffer. Besides, he doesn’t mind watching.

“Okay,” Uncle Bob tells Otter, “but you can’t call me uncle anymore.”

Otter smiles up at up as she agrees, “Okay, Bob,” and leads him over to the kitchen table. She pulls him up behind her and leans over the kitchen table facing the other two women. Bob runs his hands down her back and slides them under her shirt to feel her breasts which have a mother’s inviting softness to them. He lifts her skirt and slides a hand into her feminine folds. She’s already damp, but he still takes the time to message her clitoris until she’s good and wet and begging, “Please, Bob, please.”

Bob takes his time working himself into her slowly. He hears Otter share with the other two women, “He’s gentle.”

Zenith thumbs a tear from Otter’s cheek, kisses her temple and holds her hand as Amazonia holds her other hand. Both women know what Otter has suffered at the hands of Fjord and it’s good to see her treated kindly.

Uncle Bob forgets about everyone else in the room as he focuses on Otter and her pleasure. He finds just the right way to tap her and has Otter crying out with multiple orgasm before he finally orgasms himself. Then he hugs Otter back against him, kisses her cheek and tells her thank you. He looks around at everyone else in the kitchen remembering that they’re all there and he and Otter are not alone. Obviously, the others finished before him and their faces seem to be somewhat amazed.

“You’re thanking me,” questions Otter huskily, “Mother Earth, thank you. That was wonderful.”

The three other men in the kitchen: Cougar, Bass and Roar, applaud. Cougar tells Bob, “Way to go, Uncle Bob.” Bass has tears in his eyes. Since Fjord became chief, he has made life especially hard for his sister. Besides being cruel and unkind to her himself, abusing her sexually, he has made life difficult for any man in their tribe that cares for her.

Uncle Bob eases down into a kitchen chair taking Otter with him onto his lap. He continues to hold her close sensing the comfort she’s getting from being held by him. Otter takes a deep breath and relaxes into him. Yet tears find their way down Otter’s cheeks, but she doesn’t sob out loud. Years of rough cruel treatment from Fjord has made her too tough to sob out loud.

“Did I do something wrong, my dear,” asks Bob concerned as he gently wipes tears from Otter’s lovely face. He takes a good close look at her face and realizes she’s younger than he originally thought her to be. He had assumed because she was the mother of two children that she was at least in her thirties. But he realizes she’s only in her twenties, younger than the youngest of his two sons.

Otter hugs Bob and buries her face in his neck as she tells him, “Nothing’s wrong. It was beautiful.”

Uncle Bob holds Otter, stroking her silky hair gently, until he realizes she’s fallen to sleep.

“I’ll take her Uncle Bob,” says Amazonia smiling as she picks Otter up and cradles her, “You must do me too soon. Let me know when you’re ready again.” Then she carries Otter up to the room over the garage to lay her down.

“Uncle Bob,” says Zenith barely suppressing a giggle, “you knocked her out.”

“I … I didn’t mean to,” responds Uncle Bob unsure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“It’s okay,” Zenith tells Uncle Bob as she pats his hand assuringly, “It’s a good thing. You did a good thing. I hope you’ll do it for me sometime soon.”

“I just …” Uncle Bob blushes embarrassed as he realizes his fly is still open. He stands, turns away from everyone and zips his fly, “I have always placed a lady’s pleasure before my own.”

Uncle Bob has to walk past both Roar and Bass to leave the kitchen, and he is embarrassed again at the thought of he just did Bass’s sister well good and thorough while the man was still in the room. Although, Cougar doesn’t seem bothered that Roar just did his sister.

“I think it’s time I retired for the evening,” says Uncle Bob as he leaves the kitchen. Except before he can make it out of the kitchen, Bass gives him a hug and Roar shakes his hand and tells him, “You’re a good man Uncle Bob.”

“I do my best,” responds Uncle Bob as he leaves the kitchen. Then before he reaches the stairs he hears Zenith exclaim, “I love that man.” He’s not vain enough to think she’s talking about him, but she is.

Cougar knocks on the door of the bathroom between the two upstairs bedrooms across from the master bedroom. He says through the door, “Uncle Bob, it’s just Cougar.”

Uncle Bob opens the bathroom door and Cougar along with his father, Wildcat, step into the bathroom with Uncle Bob.

Cougar doesn’t hesitate to start talking to Uncle Bob, “We just wanted to make sure you understood what a nice thing you did down in the kitchen for Otter. There were a couple of times you got really embarrassed. But you did something really special, made Otter feel special.”

Wildcat takes over and informs Bob, “Fjord hates Richy. But Richy doesn’t live with the tribe. So when Fjord became chief, he focused his hate for Richy on the members of his family that live with the tribe. Otter has gotten the worst of it. He has forbidden the other men of the tribe to touch her, and punishes those who do. The two brothers that came with Fjord today so they could see their children with Otter risked his wraith to do it. And when Fjord puts his hands on her, it’s never in a nice kind way. He uses her to satisfy himself and never gives her release. Likewise, Bass isn’t allowed to touch any of the women in the tribe. So if he seems a little randy, he is… Except poor Otter has suffered terribly at Fjord’s hands. You touched her gently, gave her release after years without release, gave her comfort instead of pain. You treated her like the beautiful woman she is, the way she deserves to be treated.”

Uncle Bob sits on the edge of the tub. His hair is still damp from his shower and slicked back from his face. Cougar is a little surprised that Uncle Bob isn’t a silk pajama man, just flannel pajama pants with a white t-shirt.

Uncle Bob admits, “I almost said no. I’m still shocked I said yes. I can’t believe I agreed and went through with it. I guess you could say Reynold had been the ladies’ man up until he met Panther. We were both raised that sort of thing was done only in private, behind closed doors. And it certainly wasn’t supposed to be done with someone you hardly know without thinking through all the possible consequences… Now I have to think about the fact that I didn’t use any protection. What if she gets pregnant? What will Margaret think if she finds out? I know we’re still getting to know each other and the relationship may not go anywhere significant, but I still really like her. I’m still interested in her.”

“I don’t know what to tell you about Margie,” admits Cougar, “None of us knew she even had any free blood until recently. She only knows domesticated life. My best guess is she’ld react like any other domestic woman, not a good thing. So, if she don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“As for pregnancy,” Wildcat asks Bob, “would it really be a bad thing? I’ve seen and smelled how much you love Talia. Would it be terrible to have one of your own like her? And Otter’s a wonderful mother. You couldn’t ask for a much better mother for a child.”

Suddenly a good deal of Uncle Bob’s concerns disappear and he says, “I would love to have a child of my own like Talia. I’ve wished countless times that she were my child. And I’m over thinking the Margie thing. We’re not seriously involved as of yet. As a single uncommitted man, what I do with another consenting adult isn’t anyone else’s concern except the other consenting adult.”

There are two twin beds in the room Cougar’s sleeping in. He’s in one bed. His father is in the other. Just before dawn, Cougar is awakened by the sounds of sex. The sound of Talia panting and purring mixed with Richy grunting between whispered things to Talia across the hall isn’t a surprise. What he is surprised about are the sounds of sex coming from the room Uncle Bob is using. Despite the closets and the bathroom between the two rooms, Cougar can hear what’s happening over there fairly clearly.

“Dad,” Cougar calls sleepily.

“Yeah,” answers Wildcat sleepily.

“I think Amazonia’s raping Uncle Bob,” Cougar jokes with a sleepy smile with his eyes still closed.

Wildcat’s eyes are still closed too as he smiles, “The man’s not calling for help, but your sister just might. She done tip-toed in there before the sun’s even crested slightly over the horizon, and now the man is givin’ her more than she bargained for.”

Amazonia hadn’t actually tip-toed through the house. But she had moved through the house with a silence only a true predator can accomplish. She had slept next to Otter on one of the futons in the room over the garage. Roar and Zenith were on another Futon together. She knew when Roar woke up in the morning, he would mate with Zenith with a zeal he just didn’t feel for her. Amazonia wasn’t hurt nor offended by it. If she had known she was going to be gone this long, she would have brought at least two of her mates with her.

Except Amazonia hadn’t brought along any of her four mates and she was becoming sexually frustrated. Roar had made sure she orgasmed the previous evening in the kitchen, but he hadn’t wore her out like she needed. Sometimes it took all four of her mates to wear her out. Roar would wake up and mate with Zenith the way Amazonia needed and Bass would watch if he was still in the room. Then Bass would either ask Zenith for a turn with her or ask one of the other girls.

Amazonia had paused and looked down into the family room. Aunt Seal, Squirrel and Angel were sleeping around the children on the floor. She wondered when Angel came in from outside. Angel preferred outside to inside. She had never been inside a house before coming here. Amazonia assumed it must have gotten chilly outside and that’s why she was inside. Then after Amazonia went upstairs, she looked in on her father and younger brother and was pleased to see them sleeping peacefully. Through the half open master bedroom door she saw Richy spooning Talia and humping her from behind in his sleep. There was no guess work in knowing what he was going to want to do when he woke up.

The first guest bedroom door where her father and brother were sleeping had been wide open. But the second guestroom door was less than half way open. She saw Uncle Bob sleeping peacefully and slipped silently into the room without disturbing the door. She stepped up to the side of the full-size bed he was sleeping in. This guestroom is slightly bigger than the other with the two twin beds, and it has two twin beds as well as a full-size bed. Richy was over prepared for guest in Amazonia’s opinion.

Amazonia took off her clothes as she stood next to the full-size bed. Then she gently touched his hair. Where her father had grey salted liberally throughout his hair, Bob had that distinguished gray at his temples with very little salted though out his hair. She was sure Bob was younger than her father. But she found it difficult to judge the age of domestic people because they aged faster than the free. Domestics her age were getting their first grey hairs, while she would still be grey hair free for at least another decade. Yet she was impressed with the way Bob took care of himself by jogging a few laps around the property first thing in the morning and doing pushups with Shell and Clam or Shell and Minnow on his back while the three older boys did pushups with him.

As Amazonia was gently touching Bob’s hair and thinking these things Bob blinked his eyes open and looked up at her confused. He wasn’t sure if he was awake as she put a finger over his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. For a moment, he thought he was having a wet dream, that Amazonia couldn’t be standing there naked.

Amazonia pulled back the covers, climbed into bed with him and straddled him. She ran her hands over his chest. And when he reached out and touched her lovely dark face with those hypnotic blue eyes she got from her father, she sucked his finger into her mouth between her full soft lips which caused his manhood to swell in front of her enticing dark triangle of curls and he realized he was awake and not dreaming.

Bob sat part way up as she took his t-shirt off. Then she ran her hands over his chest and abs impressed with the definition. Next she pulled his pajama pants and boxers down enough to free his manhood which she took in her hand impressed with his size. It wasn’t Roar or Richy big, but it was impressive and more than adequate. She inched up and massaged his manhood with her feminine folds and clitoris so he could fell how wet and hot she was for him. Then she mounted him.

It’s not unusual for Amazon women to mount the men. And where a man always asks for sex, an Amazon woman almost never ask. She will often push down the male of her choosing to the ground without warning, expose him, massage him erect with her feminine folds and clitoris if he isn’t already erect because Amazon males know what an Amazon woman wants when she takes him down in this fashion and is often ready before she exposes him and mounts him. And an Amazon woman considers losing her virginity bent over before a man, like Talia did with Richy, humiliating.

At sixteen an Amazon female is consider an adult while an Amazon male, slower to mature mentally like all males, isn’t considered an adult until he’s twenty. An Amazon woman won’t suffer hearing a male complain about the unfairness of it. Facts are facts. Women are the givers of life. Creation happens within the female body, proof that God is a woman.

So while an Amazon female may dispose of her virginity shortly after getting her first menstrual flow with a boy about her own age, most will dispose of it the way Amazonia did. She waited until she was sixteen so she had the option of choosing any man in the tribe. Amazonia, originally named Willow until she became chief, chose to dispose of her virginity right after she turned sixteen with a male she had watched and compared to other males for over a year and had determined him to be the most well-endowed available male in the tribe.

Disposing of one’s virginity with a well-endowed male is considered a sign of bravery among Amazon women. Little to no display of any pain or discomfort is highly respected. And the last girl who had attempted to use this young man to dispose of her virginity with him before Willow had humiliated herself by crying. She had managed to impale herself on him, but had frozen on him as tears tracked her face. He had tried to help her by pushing up with his hips, except that only added to her humiliation because you didn’t let a man dominate the disposal of your virginity.

The then Willow, now known as Amazonia, Chief of the Amazons, was determined not to suffer any humiliation of any kind during the disposal of her virginity. At 6’3″, Nile is exceptionally tall for an Amazon male who are usually between 5’8″ and 5’11”, but Willow is still taller. Amazon women are usually between 5’9″ and 6’4″. Willow is 6’6″. Nile was 21 and had become a favorite of the older more mature females of the tribe who knew how to handle his endowment and that included the current Amazonia at that time.

Willow hadn’t been obvious in her intentions. She caught Nile off guard and took him to the ground by sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the ground flat on his back hard. When he caught his breath and the world came back into focus, Willow was straddling him while holding a large dagger to his throat and dared him to move as she untied his lion cloth and exposed him. She didn’t make the mistake of trying to impale herself on him immediately. She knew being wet and ready was important. So she took her time sliding her folds and clitoris over him until she was sloppy wet with the need to have him inside her. He lay beneath her nearly twitching with the need to be inside her. But she was holding that dagger to his throat and told him, “Don’t you dare move,” as she positioned herself to mount him. She wasn’t dumb enough to try to fit all of his manhood inside her all at once, but she tried not to waste time either. It took her several thrust to work all of him inside her. She rode him slow and steady at first, then hard and fast at the end. When she collapsed forward onto his chest twitching with her own orgasm as he came too, there were applauds. Nile had looked at her with awe and admiration and hugged her to his chest.

At sixteen, Willow had her first mate. Nile couldn’t do enough for her after that and remains her number one mate. And Amazonia misses her number one mate, Nile, the most. Yet she finds the domestic male, Bob, fascinating as she sets a steady pace she plans to pick up in a few minutes. Bob lets her go at her own pace for a few minutes, but he has ideas of his own.

Amazonia lets out a surprised yelp as Bob flips her over onto her back. She’s never been on her back for sex before. In the privacy of their wicciup, she lets her mates play dominant and mount her from behind. But they’ve always been the ones on their backs. Bob is getting to set the pace and pistons his hips into Amazonia. When she attempts to crabwalk backward from him as she tries to catch her breath, Bob puts her long milk chocolate legs over his shoulders and pins her in place beneath him. Amazonia fought not to cry out loud so she wouldn’t wake up the whole house as wave after wave of hard earth shattering orgasms rocked her body, too many multiple orgasms to make an attempt to count.

When Bob finally releases into Amazonia, he pushes hard and deep. Amazonia’s face is wet with tears. Her legs are like jello and her body is twitching. She hadn’t known it was actually possible for a man to mate a woman senseless. Bob wipes away her tears and hugs her. She cuddles up under his chin.

“Are you alright my beauty,” ask Bob.

Amazonia manages a breathy, “Wonderful,” and a minute later, legs all jellied, and her body still twitching slightly, she’s a sleep. Amazonia had managed not to wake the whole house. Still she had woken up her father and younger brother as well as Richy and Talia. And just as Amazonia had known he would, Richy had awoken in the mood.

Now for a domestic man, hearing or seeing his sister get off would have been disturbing. But for Cougar, it’s just flat out funny. Obviously despite how well-endowed Roar is, he still hadn’t tapped Amazonia off well enough and she decided to give Uncle Bob a try. But instead of her trying Uncle Bob, he had tried her well, good and thorough.

Cuddled up under Richy’s chin is Talia catching her own breathe. She asks him, “Do you think that was Wildcat or Cougar and who do you think he’s with?”

Talia’s curiosity tickles Richy and he smiles as he answers, “I know it’s not Cougar. Until his divorce is final, he’ll remain faithful to his wife and won’t mate with anyone. He’ll flirt, tease, feel and dry hump. But he won’t tap any females until his divorce is final. So it’s got to be Wildcat, and he could be with Angel, Squirrel or possibly my Aunt Seal.”

Talia hops out of bed and wraps the flat sheet around herself.

“What are you doing,” ask Richy.

“Going to see who,” answers Talia.

Richy grabs the decorative throw from the foot of the bed and wraps it around his waist and follows Talia across the hall to the first guestroom.

Talia stops just inside the room with Richy behind her. Despite the fact that no lights are on, they are both able to see clearly. Cougar is alone in his bed and Wildcat is alone in the other. Cougar rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his hand to look at them.

Holding the sheet in place with one hand, Talia is bewildered by what she doesn’t see and doesn’t smell as she puts her other hand on her hip and says, “None of the women have been in here. There hasn’t been a woman in this room for a long time.”

“No, Dearest,” Wildcat tells her, “We’re alone in here. But your Uncle Bob’s not alone in the other room.”

Cougar is amused by Talia’s shock and informs her, “Amazonia’s in the other room with Uncle Bob. And last night in the kitchen he was with Otter.”

“Otter,” questions Richy, he had been down in the family room with Talia, “really?”

Talia slips past Richy and stops outside the second guestroom’s half open door, “Uncle Bob? It’s Talia. May I come in?”

Amazonia is curled up against him; one of his arms is trapped under her warm milk chocolate skin. He uses his free hand to make sure his boxers and pajama pants are covering him properly, and hoping that the dark offers him some extra protection, “Come in.”

Talia enters the room and steps up to the side of the bed. Her sharp eyes allow her to clearly see Amazonia’s naked body curled up against her Uncle Bob sleeping contentedly like a kitten with a belly full of warm milk. Talia knew her Uncle Bob was no virgin. He’s a divorced man with two grown sons: the first two years older than her and the second two years younger. But he hasn’t really dated since the divorce, and he was never one for casual affairs. So Talia is caught off guard and amused.

“My apology for waking you,” says Uncle Bob embarrassed as Richy and Cougar step up on either side of Talia.

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for,” responds Richy amused. “You weren’t the loud one.”

“She’s quiet now,” states Cougar amused. “Uncle Bob K.O.ed Amazonia just like he did Otter last night.”

Talia leans over and gently pushes a lock of Amazonia’s soft silky curls away from her face, “Why are you embarrassed Uncle Bob? Amazonia and Otter are both beautiful women. Didn’t you enjoy them?”

“Yes of course,” answers Uncle Bob, “I guess I’m just a bit uneasy about the situation… I’ve never had… casual relations before… I guess I don’t know how to feel about it yet.”

“Well,” Talia says pushing away Cougar’s hand which is playfully tugging at the sheet she has wrapped around her, “I say if you gave as much pleasure as you took, it’s okay for you to feel fine with it. Besides, you’re not a married man, you work hard, play hard, you deserve the pleasures of beautiful women just as much as any other man, more than most other men.”

“So what’s it like to have women want you for your body instead of your money Uncle Bob,” ask Cougar amused.

Uncle Bob doesn’t realize Cougar’s only teasing and answers, “Interesting.”

“It’ld be interesting if Tali would drop this sheet,” says Cougar as he gives it another playful tug.

“I’m doing something wrong,” says Richy looking at Amazonia sleeping deep and peaceful.

“What do you mean,” Cougar asks Richy.

Richy tells Cougar, “Look at Tali and look at your sister. Amazonia is sleeping like a baby. Talia’s all bright eyed and bushy tailed. She’s like ‘Hey, what’s happen over there?’”

“Oh, you’re just being silly,” Talia tells Richy.

“Maybe,” responds Richy picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, “but we’re going to try this again and see if I can get it right.” Then he carries Talia back across the hall into the master bedroom.

Cougar sits on the edge of the bed by Uncle Bob for a moment and pats his knee, “Uncle Bob, you’re my hero. When I grow up, I hope I have the sexual prowess to KO women just like you. … I’m gonna go watch Richy and Talia. If I’m lucky, Richy’ll let me suggest positions.” Then he rushes across the hall into the master bedroom.