Talia Of Animalistic - Chapter 20

 

The full moon brings Roar and Zenith with the baby and the boys for a visit. Except they’re not alone and it’s not Wildcat that’s with them. Squirrel, Angel and Raccoon are no surprise. But Greywolf and Savage, both guardians are with them along with over a dozen other males and clearly something is up.

“I need to speak with the two of you,” Roar tells Richy and Cougar.

Neither Richy nor Cougar like Roar’s serious tone. Walter and Bob sensing that all is not well follow the three young men inside and down to Richy’s home office where Richy shuts the door.

“How’s my sister doing,” asks Roar concerned. “She looks and smells fine to me, but she’s an expert at looking and smelling fine even when she’s not.”

“She’s fine,” answers Richy, “but concerned that Wildcat hasn’t come to her yet and that instead of him with you all those other males have tagged along. She’s promised to see Dr. Zaniski when she goes to work next new moon. He’s going to monitor the pregnancy. So far she feels pretty good, no morning sickness yet.”

“Uncle Bob, how are things going between you and Otter,” asks Roar putting off the reason he asked to speak with Richy and Cougar.

“Excellent,” answers Bob, “after Cougar got home from work last night, he did the blood test and it’s official, we’re pregnant.”

Roar is truly happy for Uncle Bob and Otter but his smile is still weak as he says, “That’s wonderful.”

Cougar can’t take it anymore. He knows something’s wrong. “Okay, Roar, spit it out. What’s going on?”

Roar sighs sadly, “Some of the males from my tribe have requested a justice session with Talia.”

“A justice session,” questions Uncle Bob. “What in the hell is that?” He’s just sure it’s not good.

Roar takes a deep breath, “Our father forbid our males from pursuing Talia because they couldn’t find a birth control device that worked for her properly. Now she suddenly has mates… They feel since the opportunity to get to know Talia and mate with her was denied by our father they want a justice session.”

Walter gets it, “You mean they want to mate with her.”

“They don’t have to honor this do they,” asks Uncle Bob.

“No,” answers Roar, “But…”

“But what,” asks Uncle Bob.

“It could mean trouble for the Water Tribe if they refuse,” answers Walter.

“How,” ask Uncle Bob, “Roar’s not going to let his tribe come and trample over Richy’s.”

“That’s true,” Roar answers unhappily, “Except most of those men out there have relatives in other tribes and it’s those other tribes they have to worry about. Animalistic Tribe is large and strong. We have many guardians and resources. Water Tribe is the opposite, small with only two guardians. One of which is currently their AWOL chief and the other lives primarily a domesticated life. Most other tribes are probably still unaware that Richy’s a guardian. And our AWOL Fjord isn’t exactly a well-respected chief.”

“What’s the worst that could happen,” ask Uncle Bob.

“Another tribe could come take what they want from the Water Tribe,” explains Cougar, “and that includes females which includes your Otter and unborn child, Uncle Bob. If Richy’s here, he’ll fight and Talia will fight. But they’re only two guardians. The other tribes have at least six or more. They’ll be out numbered. We’ll be out numbered. They’ll rip us to pieces. Talia may have survived being shot, but even a guardian can’t survive being ripped limb-from-limb. You’ld be lucky if you could make her presentable enough for an open casket funeral.”

Richy adds, “The Water Tribe has survived by being hospitable.”

“So you’re going to make her do this,” asks Uncle Bob in disbelief.

“Of course not,” answers Richy, “She’ll decide for herself. She’ll understand what’s on the line and do what’s best for everyone.”

“I’ll go get her,” volunteers Cougar. He finds Talia sitting with Zenith and Otter in the living room suckling her niece. Cougar stands there for a few moments watching. He’ld like to stand there all day and watch Talia with a baby at her breast.

Cougar’s voice is soft as he calls her, “Talia… We need you down in Richy’s office for a little while.”

“Okay,” answers Talia Unlatching her niece from her breast. She hands her back to Zenith. Talia knows something’s wrong. Everybody’s nervous, including Zenith, and she’s not the nervous type. Big Boy follows Talia, but finds himself shut out of Richy’s office. He may only be a dog but he senses that something’s not right too.

As Talia sit in a chair across from Roar, she looks at each man in the office and none of them are happy. And something has definitely riled up her Uncle Bob. Talia sits quietly as the situation is explained to Talia. She sits there stock still for a long moment without saying a word. Then it starts as a fine tremor, one tear falls and then another. Her head falls forward and her body trembles almost as if she’s convulsing as the tears flow freely. She makes a few small whimpering noises. But for the most part, she cries silently. No one outside the office hears her except for Big Boy who starts to bark and scratch at the door.

Cougar and Richy hold Talia tightly between them and let her cry it out. When she’s calm enough to listen, Cougar tells her, “You know we love you no matter what. We love you. If you refuse to do it, we’re your mates and we’ve got your back. We’re with you at your side whatever you decide. Nothing changes between us no matter what.”

Cougar knows Talia has spent a lot of time in domesticated society. And a domesticated male would not be able to accept this.

Uncle Bob gets down on one knee in front of Talia. “You do not have to participate in this barbaric event. Otter, Seal, Bass and the children can come stay with me. They’ll be safe in the city with me.”

But Talia has already accepted what she has to do. “You’re right Uncle Bob, it’s barbaric. And they can go to the city with you and be safe… But what about everyone else. Cougar and I and Richy can live in Cougar’s house in Bayberry Falls and be safe. And then what? We let the rest of the Water Tribe suffer.” She turns to Roar and asks him, “When do they want the justice session?”

“Tonight,” answers Roar with a sigh, “from dusk till dawn.”

Talia nods to Roar. Then she turns to Uncle Bob, “I know you weren’t planning on leaving until tomorrow morning. But I would appreciate it if you left now.”

Uncle Bob is taken aback, “You want me to leave?”

“Yes, please,” confirms Talia. “If something goes wrong, I don’t want you here. Tell Otter you’ll see her next weekend and its okay to tell her why you’re leaving early.”

Uncle Bob nods as he stands up. His feelings are a bit hurt. Walter clasp a hand on his shoulder as a show of support. Bob pats Walter’s hand. Somehow knowing Walter will be here makes him feel better. And as he steps out of the office, Big Boy rushes up to Talia, stands up on his hind legs and starts licking her face.

Talia laughs out loud, “It’s okay, boy. I’m fine…” She informs the four men, “I don’t want any children present. I want all of our children, Hyena’s too, inside the house. They can have a sleep over down here in the family room, watch TV, and eat popcorn. There’s a restroom right here so they won’t need to wander. The other families need to have their children in for the night before the justice session begins. Adults only, and no one that doesn’t need to be there. I don’t want to feel like a sideshow freak.

And where is Wildcat,” Talia asks Roar frustrated.

Roar shrugs, “Not sure. He’s hanging out near the edge of Richy’s territory somewhere. I caught scent of him, but I didn’t try to track him.”

“Does he know about this,” asks Talia.

Roar shakes his head, “No. He’s been scarce since the wedding two weeks ago. We really haven’t seen hide nor hair of him. Plus, they sprung it on me as we were preparing to leave for our visit. I couldn’t figure a way around it without him and they know he hasn’t claimed his rights to you yet. And until he does, all you have is two ghost for mates.

Talia sighs sadly. She just hadn’t foreseen things being this complicated. “I need a shower. I don’t want them to smell that I was so horrified I cried.”

“I’ll send in Zenith and a couple of other women to help prepare you,” Roar tells Talia as they leave the office.

“Is there anything I can do to be of use,” asks Walter.

“When the time comes, stay down here with the children,” Talia tells him. “They really love you.”

Walter nods his agreement, “Will do.”

Talia showers alone. It’s a quick shower because Richy and Cougar want to shower too. When she exits Richy’s bathroom, Zenith, Otter and Squirrel are waiting for her. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com www.webnovel.com for visiting.

“How are you,” asks Squirrel.

“Just peachy,” answers Talia unhappily. She hears the shower going across the hall and knows Cougar’s in it because he not here with Richy’s in the bedroom.

Richy steps up to Talia and kisses her forehead. “I love you… It’s just one night. When Wildcat finds out, he’ll come to you and something like this will never happen again. In the meantime, I don’t want this to be a torturous event for you. So try to enjoy as much of it as you can. Okay?”

Talia nods her agreement, “Okay.” And Richy slips into the master bath.

Otter pats the seat in front of the vanity Richy and Cougar made for her shortly before the wedding. Talia sits down and the three women begin to comb out her hair.

Squirrel tries to make Talia feel better, “I know technically, it’s supposed to last from dusk till dawn. But it won’t last that long. They brought Dandelion Wine with them and most will drink themselves senseless long before dawn.”

“Fabulous,” Talia says flatly.

“Try to have fun with it,” Zenith advises Talia. “Don’t let them torture you. They’re angry at your father for denying them access to you for years. And now they’re angry with themselves for not having the balls to approach you after he was gone. But they can’t gripe to your father about it. And unfortunately for you, this is how they’ve chosen to deal with their anger… Don’t let this touch you like that.”

Talia gives one of Zenith’s hands a squeeze and assures her, “I won’t.”

By the time dusk approaches, Talia’s hair has been groomed into more than a dozen twists. Her body has been anointed with scented oil. Her eyes lined in black kohl, and she’s been dressed in very little. No underwear, they’re not necessary tonight. The leather micro-mini-skirt is slit on each side. There’s no top. She’s topless except for an intricate necklace of hand carved beads.

As she steps out of the master bedroom behind Cougar and Richy followed by Zenith, Otter and Squirrel, Talia can hear the children in the family room watching TV. Talia’s new niece lets out a soft squall in the family room.

“I need to nurse the baby,” Zenith informs Talia.

“I’m a big girl. She’s not.” Talia tells Zenith, “Go tend to my niece.”

Zenith nods and heads down into the family room. Talia follows Cougar and Richy down to the sliding glass doors.

“Remember,” Richy tells Talia, “try to enjoy as much of it as you can.”

Cougar nods his agreement, “It’s okay if you enjoy it. Enjoy as much as you can.”

Talia looks at both men, “I love you both more than there are words to say. I’m extremely blessed to have you both at my side. You’re no ghosts to me.”

Cougar gives her a wink as Richy slides open the glass door. Talia follows behind them outside to just beyond the fire pit and its ring of sitting stones. Cougar and Richy step apart revealing Talia standing behind them and the waiting men cheer.

Talia quickly scans the faces of the cheering men. There’s at least two dozen men waiting now. The men from her tribe have been joined by men from Richy’s tribe. Talia doesn’t count them. She doesn’t want to know exactly how many of them there are.

The men from the Water Tribe may not have asked for this, but this is like a party with Talia as the entertainment and men from other tribes are welcome to join in on the fun. Several tall torches are around a low table, about crotch height for the average free male. The platform itself resembles a message table. It’s been well padded and covered in fur so Talia will be comfortable on it. There’s a hole in it for her face like a message table. But it also has holes for her breasts. There are also four hand grips at the head of it. It’s meant to be versatile so the female can be put into nearly any position. And the position as well as the type of sex is the male’s choice for this event. That means bold males may try things out on Talia they’re curious about. The smart ones won’t forget she’s Roar’s sister and stick to just straight sex.

The sex table also has some pockets on the sides. Squirrel slides a bottle of scented oil into one of the pockets. Otter slides a bottle of mouth wash into another pocket hoping Talia won’t need it. Most of the other pockets hold bottles of water. There’s a pail of warm soapy water. Each male is expected to wash Talia up behind his use of her and re-anoint her just in case she’s not lubricating properly.

Cougar and Richy each take one of Talia’s hands and lead her to the table and help her up onto it. Richy motions for Cougar to go first. As her mates, they get to mount her first to help her relax. Then the other males will start mounting her. This is one of the few times when low ranking males will be permitted to go first. But if a high ranking male gets tired of waiting, he can cut ahead in line. And any male can come back for seconds before it’s dawn if he’s able.

Cougar of course makes love to Talia with her facing him. His claw marks from their first time together are now bright pink. And Cougar wears these scars proudly as he pleases Talia, whose eyes turn black as she purrs for him. They orgasm together and the crowd cheers.

Roar really doesn’t want to be present for this. Except he’s the chief and his tribesmen asked for this so he has to be present. But he’s glad to have seen the love there is between Talia and Cougar. He’s always known they love each other and it’s good to finally see them together.

Cougar carefully and thoroughly washes Talia intimate area as some folks from the Water Tribe begin making music. Richy steps up to take his turn with Talia. While facing the men, he releases himself from his jeans.

“Show off,” Cougar whispers to Richy.

Any other time, Richy would have smiled in response to Cougar, but not tonight. He pours scented oil into his hands and rubs them together. Then he smoothes the oil over Talia’s inner thighs and feminine lips. Yet despite the fact that she’s always instantly wet for him and Cougar went before him, he still has to work to get all in. And since Cougar has already revved Talia up, she purrs right away for Richy. And when Talia’s eyes turn from black to white for Richy, he hears a collective gasp from the men waiting to mount Talia.

Richy washes Talia just as carefully as Cougar did. Talia scans the men with that strange negative image sight provided by her eyes in this white state. Otter checks the temperature of the soapy water and hands Talia a bottled water as Richy steps back behind Talia to stand with Cougar.

Talia hands the water back to Otter to place back in its pocket. For a moment it looks like no one is going to come forward to mount Talia next. Except Bass steps forward and pours scented oil in his hands. He rubs the oil into her feminine lips, messages her clit and pushes a finger inside her.

“They’re scared,” Bass tells Talia as he frees himself, “but I’m not afraid of you.” He hisses as he pushes inside her, “Damn you’re tight. I don’t know how Mist gets inside you.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth as he starts thrusting into her. She doesn’t wrap her legs around him like she did Cougar and Richy. And she certainly doesn’t purr for him. She doesn’t even look at him as she endures his grabbing, squeezing hands. She just props her feet into the foot rest to wait for him to be done. Bass grabs a set of the hand grips by her head and pummels himself into her. He only gets a couple of good orgasms out of her because she was already revved up by Cougar and Richy.

After he comes, Bass lays over Talia for a moment thinking he did it. He finally got to fuck Talia and it was better than he imagined. Richy and Cougar saw how much he enjoyed Talia and know Bass will be anxious to fuck her again. But Bass realizes Talia will never carry a child by him. She has three mates and won’t be in need of a casual lover. He washes her gently and steps away kind of sad.

There’s another pause as the men hesitate again. Then one says, “Buck… Let Buck go next.” Then the men push and shove the young man forward amid shouts of, “Yeah, Buck the virgin.”

Talia looks back at Richy and Cougar. Cougar shrugs. The young man is from her tribe. He’s only about nineteen years old, where the other men are mostly around the same age as her. Talia doesn’t really know Buck. But then she doesn’t really know any of the men. They were shunning her with the rest of the tribe that was shunning her. Some she had played with when they were children, but most of them haven’t spoken to her since the day at the swimming hole when her father forbid them all from pursuing her. And all she knows about Buck is his approximate age, who his parents are and that he’s still a virgin because he’s painfully shy and on the plain side looks wise and still a bit gangly.

Talia is reclining on her elbows as Buck stumbles forward from a good hard shove forward. Talia regards the young man with her white eyes. She can smell how nervous and scared he is. She pulls the scented oil from its pocket and tells Buck, “Give me your hands.”

Buck steps up in front of her and puts out his shaking hands for her to take.

“Your Buffalo’s son,” states Talia as she pours oil into his hands and puts the bottle back in its pocket.

“Yes ma’am,” he confirms rubbing his nervous hands together between her petite hands.

Talia tells him understandingly, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Buck tentatively begins to rub the oil onto her inner thigh and he tells her with a deep blush, “I think you’re pretty… I never understood why you were being shunned. I told a friend that if I only ever got to be with a woman once in my whole life, that I’ld like it to be you. That’s why they dragged me along.” It’s the most Buck has ever said to a woman in his whole young life.

Talia smiles. She thinks what Buck just told her just may be the sweetest thing any man has ever said to her, “You keep saying things like that to women and meaning it and I certainly won’t be the only woman you’ve ever been with. So, how would you like to start?”

“May I touch your breasts,” asks Buck continuing to blush deeply as he glances up at her sheepishly.

He’s just too sweet. Talia blushes herself as she bites her bottom limp and tells him, “You may touch me anywhere you desire.”

But Buck doesn’t go straight for her breasts. Instead he touches her hair first. Then he gently touches her face, lightly tracing her high cheek bones and running his thumb over her full lips. Talia touches his thumb with her tongue and he blushes deeper. He leans over and kisses her neck, the crook of her neck and her shoulder. He cups her breasts in his long fingered hands and kisses each erect nipple. Then he takes one in his mouth and sucks it gently. Talia cups the breast for him to continue to suck as his hands explore under the barely there micro-mini-skirt. He gently rubs playful little circles on her clitoris. Then he slides his middle finger inside her. He slides it in and out of her, causing Talia to hiss in pleasure. He smells Talia’s arousal. He’s never had a woman smell like that for him before.

“May I hump your bottom,” asks Buck.

Talia smiles as she tells him, “I’ld like that.” She stands up, turns around, steps up onto one of the rungs and leans over the table for him. He humps her softly at first, touching her hair, her shoulders, sliding his hands around to gently squeeze her breasts. His hands slide down to squeeze and message what he thinks has to be the most bodacious bottom of all time. And as he loses his nervous fear to arousal, his soft hump becomes more aggressive.

“Ya ain’t loosen yur virginity by keeping it in yur pants,” a man shouts at Buck.

“Leave the boy alone,” Roar tells the man angrily. Then he tells Buck softly, “Buck, take your time.”

Buck nods his understanding to Roar, but the man has made him feel self-conscious and his humping becomes less aggressive. Richy and Cougar feel sorry for the young man. Free society is not easy to be shy in. Most free teenagers are fairly well experienced by the time they’re sixteen. But Buck’s so painfully shy that at nearly twenty years old, he’s still a virgin.

None of these men knows Talia was still a virgin until a few months ago, and Talia’s glad. She doesn’t ever want to know what kind of harassment she may have encountered if they had known. Buck is shy and they’re being insensitive.

“You’re hard for me,” Talia says softly to Buck drawing his attention back to her.

“Yes ma’am,” responds Buck nervously.

“Talia, Buck… Please call me Talia.”

“Yes ma’… I mean Talia,” answers Buck.

“Thank you, Buck.” Talia keeps her voice soft as she asks him. “Don’t you want to be skin to skin with me Buck? … Don’t you want to rub your cock against me? … I’ld like to feel it against me.”

“You would,” questions Buck licking his lips.

“Yes please, I would,” Talia answers softly.

Buck frees his cock and slides it over Talia’s feminine lips. He likes the feel of Talia’s feminine lips sliding over his cock. He humps Talia, sliding his cock over her feminine lips and clitoris, stimulating her thoroughly. Then without warning, he penetrates her, causing her to gasp in surprise as well as pleasure and getting a triumphant roar from the crowd of men. But Buck isn’t paying any attention to the crowd of men that has drawn closer to watch and cheer as Buck mates with Talia. Buck thrust aggressively getting more than just a couple of good orgasms out of Talia, but several massive ones before he cums himself.

Buck stands there for a couple of minutes still inside Talia as he catches his breath. Talia is catching her own breath as she drains half a bottle of water. She hadn’t expected for such a young man to use her so well, good and thorough. She hands him the bottle of water and he drinks the rest. She gives the empty bottle to Otter to refill.

Buck hugs Talia back against him for a few moments burying his face in her hair and neck. He whispers in her ear, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Talia whispers back feeling more like she should be thanking him.

Buck slides out of Talia, tucks himself away and washes her every bit as carefully and tenderly as Cougar and Richy did.

The other men decide that despite the white eyes they’ve never seen before, that since Tali didn’t rip off Buck’s face, she’s not going to rip anyone’s face off. And before Buck has barely taken three steps away, someone is behind her quickly rubbing in scented oil and mounting her. Perhaps not having to look Talia in her unusual white guardian eyes while they fuck her helps them to be brave.

But it goes on like this for over an hour. Talia is quickly washed, oiled, mounted, washed, oiled, mounted, washed, oiled, mounted. They’re not concerned with her pleasure because this is about satisfying themselves. They grab the grips up by her head, pin her shoulders down or grab her breasts and just fuck her. One guy just has to fuck her while he has his thumb up her ass, not comfortable for Talia. She doesn’t have to see him to know who it is. It’s the main complaint women of their tribe have about him. It’s probably why he doesn’t have any children yet. There aren’t any women that are in a hurry to be with him.

Richy and Cougar give each other an uncomfortable look and Talia looks to see what’s the matter… It’s the twins. They’re two men Talia has never wanted to ever have access to her. They’re half domestic. They’re domesticated father was killed in a car accident on his way home to his domesticated wife and children when they were ten. And they had witnessed enough of their father’s sexual preferences to have many of the same preferences. They’re kinky. And normally, they like to get a woman alone with them to have their way with her. But tonight they don’t have to catch a woman alone. Talia is before them like a present.

Talia feel like a trapped animal as they walk a circle around her. One stops behind her while the other stops in front of her. The twin behind her rubs in scented oil as the twin in front of her lowers the head rest with its hand grips down out of the way. Talia hadn’t even realized the head of the table could be let down. The rules for a justice session are unwritten like all rules of free society. But the rules are basically: don’t insult the female and her family by cumming in her mouth, don’t mark the female in any way, and don’t draw blood or do her any harm or damage her in any way.

That still leaves a lot of leeway for the twins to do what they want to Talia. The twin behind her mounts her as the twin in front grabs her by her hair and shoves his cock in her mouth without so much as an “open wide please.”

So as Talia is being fucked from behind by one, the other twin is holding her by her hair fucking her mouth. Talia has never had a man fuck her mouth before. Cougar has always let her go about it in her own way. So she finds herself focusing on just trying to breathe and not ganging and choking. And the twin fucking her mouth seems determined not to make it easy for her. He seems determined to shove his cock down her throat. She can’t even think about the twin behind her, just breathing.

Talia barely registers the twin behind her saying, “Sweet Mother Earth, she’s got the most incredibly tight pussy of all time.” That’s been the consensus among the men thus far. Talia is exquisitely tight. But Talia just wants to scream when the twin fucking her mouth says to the other, “You’re gonna love her mouth. Her lips are perfect. It’s better than I imagined.” Which just informs Talia the other twin is planning on fucking her mouth too.

Talia coughs and gasps during her brief break after the twin behind her says to the other, “Ok, let’s switch.”

Talia deliberately avoids eye contact with everyone, including Richy and Cougar. She doesn’t want them to see she’s near tears. But she really doesn’t have much opportunity to make eye contact as the twin that was behind her grabs her by the hair and shoves his cock in her mouth.

“Damn, you’re right. Her mouth is incredible.”

“I can’t believe her pussy’s this damn tight,” says the twin now behind her gripping her shoulders as he bangs her hard. And Talia might enjoy how he’s banging her if she didn’t have the distraction of trying to breath instead of gag.

But the situation goes from bad to unbearable when the twin now behind her decides he’s not satisfied with fucking her punony and without warning penetrates her anus. Talia’s toe claws dig into the wood step she’s standing on as her finger claws dig into the wooden underside of the table. The smell of Talia’s pain and discomfort fills the air and invades everyone’s nose.

“You know what,” the twin behind her tells the other as he ignores her obvious pain and discomfort, “her pussy is just as tight as her asshole.”

“That’ll change after she’s had a couple of kids,” says the one fucking her mouth, “that and Mist’s big dick will stretch her out of shape.” The twins are not particularly well hung. A tribeswoman speculated that Mother Earth knew that they would grow up to like kinky sex like their father, so instead of giving each twin his own cock, Mother Earth split one between them.

Despite the smaller cock, Talia is in agony. This is not a man she loves and wants to please, so she is unable to relax to endure what’s happening to her. And as the twin fucking her anally gets ready to cum, he becomes more aggressive. As he cums, his twin brother releases Talia’s head and puts the headrest back into place. Talia grabs two of the hand grips and buries her face in the face hole to hide her tears as she coughs and gags trying to catch her breath. But there’s no relief for Talia yet. Because as soon as the twin who just came pulls out of her anus, the other replaces him and fucks her anally too.

To Talia it seems an eternity for the second twin to finish. And he doesn’t try to wash her properly. Talia is trembling from head to toe in pain and discomfort. Otter, Squirrel and Zenith, who came outside just as the twins were starting with Talia, all rush to Talia.

“Blood,” Otter calls out, “there’s blood. She’s bleeding.”

The women help Talia sit up and she leans over and throws up. Richy and Cougar both try to comfort her, but she jerks away from their touch.

“I don’t think she wants to be touched by a man right now,” says Zenith hugging Talia.

Talia fumbles for the mouth wash and Otter gets it for her. The condition the twins have left her in means the party is over. Except there’s another development. Mantis, chief of the Dragon Tribe, walks out of the forest with several members of his tribe. Most Dragon Tribe members aren’t especially tall. The women are usually between 5’4″ and 5’8″ while the men are usually between 5’6″ and 5’10”. Mantis is about 5’8″, but he’s a guardian as well as a chief. He has several children, but no one he claims as a mate. He’s shrewd. He knows Fjord has been desperate to have Talia as his mate, which means Fjord knows something about Talia he doesn’t, something that makes her valuable as a mate. Which means if there’s a way for him to claim Talia for himself, he will. And from what he’s heard, the two ghosts, Mist and Cougar have claimed her as their mate and Fjord is missing.

“Shit,” says Roar softly with feeling. He motions the guardians he brought with him over to him. He tells them, “Savage and Greywolf stay with me. Angel, find Wildcat now. Brief him on the situation and get him here ASAP.”

Angel answers with a quick nod and races off into the forest to pick up Wildcat’s scent.

“We were going to wait until morning,” says Mantis speaking in a cultured tone, “but we heard the music and saw the torch lights. Sounded like there was a party. I do love a good party.”

“Actually Mantis,” Roar explains, “we were just ending things. The twins got carried away and bled her. I’ll kick their asses later.”

“But Talia’s a guardian,” reminds Mantis looking at Talia’s white eyes fascinated. It’s something he’s never seen before. But he’s not afraid. “As a guardian, a little rough sex isn’t a problem. Any damage incurred during a little rough sex will heal fairly quickly and easily.”

“That’s easy enough to say when you’re not the one enduring the pain,” Zenith tells Mantis.

Mantis shrugs nonchalantly, “I’m just asking to be the last to engage Talia tonight before you ladies take her away and tend to her.”

“Please, not tonight,” begs Cougar. “She won’t even let us touch her and we’re her mates. Give her a day to recover.”

“You can use me tonight,” offers Squirrel.

“Or me,” offers Otter.

Mantis focuses on Richy’s black eyes, “Mist, I didn’t know you were a guardian.”

“There’s much you don’t know,” Richy tells Mantis, “and much you don’t want to know. So make your choices wisely.”

“Where’s your chief,” asks Mantis. “I’ld like to speak with Fjord.”

“Don’t know. Don’t care,” answers Richy.

“The Water tribe is under my protection in his absence,” Roar putting the Water Tribe under his umbrella of protection.

Mantis isn’t surprised Roar has put the Water Tribe under his umbrella of protection. Animalistic shares territory with Water and Amazon. Plus Talia’s mate Mist is Water. Roar will do whatever he can to protect his little sister. And Mist being a guardian means he isn’t a true ghost. Perhaps Fjord is missing because he’s afraid Mist will challenge him for the position of chief and that’s why he’s not around.

There are many things for Mantis to consider, but his mind and eyes are drawn back to Talia. Mantis is the only chief who survived the rock slide that killed Talia’s and Roar’s father along with all the other chiefs in the area. Mantis was a young chief at the time in his early thirties. He lost his oldest and most valued elder in the slide. And Mantis hadn’t had to fight to become chief, the position had been given to him by his father as is the custom in the Dragon Tribe. So he’s used to getting what he wants, and he feels he’s waited long enough for Talia.

“The ladies offer generously,” responds Mantis. “Perhaps I’ll take advantage of their offer tomorrow.”

“Tonight,” declares Otter with confidence and conviction, “the offer is only for tonight if you spare Talia.”

Mantis is surprised by Otter’s confidence. She’s a close relative of Mist’s, one of Fjord’s favorites to abuse and keep down trodden. Things are definitely changing in the Water Tribe. It seems to be slipping through Fjord’s fingers. He shrugs as he responds, “I’ll have Talia tonight.”

“Brother,” Mantis’ sister, Stinger, “I am not a wise chief like yourself. But Talia does not look well to me. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.”

Mantis is only annoyed, “Stinger, this will not win you any favor with Mist.” He knows she is extremely fond of Mist and his oversized cock; even though, it’s been years since he’s touched her.

Mantis motions everyone away from Talia, “I will have her tonight. I will have her now.”

“If you can take her,” Roar tells Mantis. He expects his baby sister to put up a fight. She’s wounded and in a bad mood and understandably so. But Roar can’t fight Mantis and start a tribe war. Dragon might be nearly as small as Water, but they’re thick with guardians, thicker even than Animalistic.

Talia is sitting on the table trembling and staring at nothing. She’s not focused on any of her surroundings. Mantis takes a step toward Talia. Her vacant stare snaps in his direction and he freezes as her eyes focus on him. It’s been years since she’s seen Mantis, but she recognizes him.

Mantis is a good looking man, not ruggedly good looking like Wildcat, or devastatingly handsome or beautiful like Richy or Cougar. Mantis falls under super cute. He’s dressed in silk. It’s his tribe’s main product. His smooth black hair is pulled back into a braid that hangs to the back of his knees. His looks are very Asian, a combination of Chinese, Japanese, Korean and Cambodian. His tribe was relocated from New Asia and there hasn’t been enough DNA introduced from other tribes yet to change the look of the Dragon Tribe because they mostly keep to themselves. Their migration pattern mostly revolves around gathering silk for weaving into the fine fabric their clothes are made out of and the plants for dying the fabric. They hunt and gather like all tribes, but the silk they produce is highly prized by domestics and allows them to trade for things their tribe can use that aren’t immediately available like, rice, beans and certain types of fruits and vegetables.

Mantis spreads his hands palms up before Talia and says, “Good evening, Talia.”

Talia can smell his arousal and she’s not interested. So her response is a warning hiss.

“Wildcat! Wildcat!” Angel trying to catch her breath, “Thank Mother Earth I found you.”

“What girl,” asks Wildcat concerned, “What’s wrong?”

“Justice Session,” Angel blurts out, “Twins bled Talia, and now Mantis.” Angel is relieved he wasn’t far away or hard to find.

“Mantis,” repeats Wildcat alarmed.

Angel explains, “He saw the torch light and heard the music from the justice session. Talia need you now!”

Wildcat understands and doesn’t asks another question. He runs. Angel is faster and she pulls ahead of him. Wildcat becomes a cheetah. It’s the fastest animal he can do and he races ahead of Angel.

Wildcat-cheetah races out of the forest past Water Tribe tepees into Richy’s several square acre backyard. He can hear Talia screaming, “No! … Stop!” There’s the scent of fear, anger, pain and a couple of different types of frustration in the air.

Talia and Mantis are both in guardian form. Talia has fought hard. The justice session table has been smashed. But Mantis is a more powerful guardian. He’s over powered Talia, has forced himself between her thighs and is pumping his cock in and out of Talia fast and furious while smacking her repeatedly as he orders her, “Cooperate you stupid bitch.”

Wildcat changes from a cheetah to a white tiger. Mantis is too focused on trying to controlling Talia to realize he’s in danger. Wildcat-white tiger leaps onto Mantis, pulling him off of Talia, flipping him over and tossing Mantis several meters away from Talia and rolling to his feet as a man.

“Mantis,” Wildcat says with a deep calm anger. “Why have I found you raping my Dearest mate?”

Mantis gets to his feet slowly, “But I thought the ghost were her mates.”

“They are. But so am I,” Wildcat informs him. “And I haven’t given consent for you or any of these men to touch my mate.”

Mantis straightens his shoulders and holds his head high, “No one mentioned she had a third mate.”

“You didn’t ask,” Richy tells Mantis. “And I warned you to make your choices wisely.”

“And they knew,” Wildcat motions toward the crowd of his fellow tribesmen, “and when I find out who came up with this justice session idea behind my back, I’m gonna kick his ass. And the twins got a special ass whoopin comin too. Bleed my fuckin mate, I’m gonna bleed the two of you later.”

Wildcat turns to see Talia jerking away from everyone’s touch, even the women.

“No please… Don’t,” says Talia. Wildcat can see she’s not focusing on anyone or anything. But is it she won’t or can’t focus.

Wildcat motions the others back as he kneels down in front of Talia. He puts a hand in front of her face and she pulls away from it as she clamps her legs shut tight. But she doesn’t seem able to focus on his hand.

“Dearest, it’s Wildcat.”

Talia grabs his hand clumsily and turns his wrist up toward her face and inhales his warm masculine scent. A scent that also makes her feel safe and secure. She reaches for him awkwardly and he takes her in his arms.

“No more, Wildcat, please no more,” begs Talia in her husky guardian voice.

Wildcat strokes her hair, “It’s over Dearest. It’s over. Shrink back down form me so I can hold you.” He was going to ask if she could stand. But her inner thighs are bruised badly from Mantis.

When Talia’s back to her normal height, Wildcat picks her up. He carries her over to the fire pit and sits on one of the sitting stones with her on his lap.

“Wildcat,” Talia clinging to his neck.

“Yes Dearest,” answers Wildcat.

“Every thing’s fuzzy.” Talia blinks her white eyes, but things don’t clear.

He looks at her bruised battered face. “Tell me what happened Dearest.”

“Our tribesmen demanded the justice session with me,” shares Talia. “I didn’t want to do it. But I was afraid that if I refused, they would blame Richy and his tribe. So I agreed.”

Wildcat’s not surprised by Talia’s selflessness. She was protecting them. And he listens as she continues, “It was alright until the twins… They hurt me… Then Mantis arrived. Both Otter and Squirrel offered themselves in my place, but he refused… I didn’t want to be touched anymore…” She whispers, “I still hurt from the twins… I said no, I tried to walk away from him. He slammed me onto the table and it collapsed. He was punching me and things went black a couple of times.”

“Punching,” questions Wildcat looking at Cougar and Richy.

Cougar nods, “He punched her in her head a few times.” Cougar leaves out that he had to yell at Mantis to stop.

Wildcat puts a protective hand over Talia’s head. “Punching her in her head. He could have killed her. And she’s not seeing. What if the damage is permanent?”

One of the twins makes a disgusted noise, “She’s a guardian for Mother Earth’s sake. She’ll heal.”

“Guardians are not invincible,” states Wildcat as he cradles Talia to his chest. “Did not Talia and Roar’s father, along with several other guardian, perish in a rock slide just a decade ago. Mantis himself was lucky to survive. And we just nearly lost my Dearest a couple of months ago to a hunter’s rifle. And she’s still suffering from a head injury that nearly killed her years ago.

Then you walk in here and punch her in her head, ya jackass.”

Talia’s hand finds Wildcat’s jaw and her thumb strokes his jaw soothingly. She’s tired as she whispers in his ear, “Richy and Cougar are very worried for me. But I don’t think I can take sleeping between them tonight. But I don’t want to be alone. Will you sleep with me?”

Wildcat kisses her forehead. But before he can answer, her mouth finds his. The kiss is unexpected for him. And it’s nothing like the platonic pecks she began to give him when she was just a baby, and had given him over the years. This kiss has passion, interest and need. The glide of her tongue, the pull of her lips, is sweeter than he’s tried not to imagine the last couple of months.

Talia has taken Wildcat’s breath away and he has to clear his throat to speak, “Otter… um… Please run a bath in the guest bathroom. On the cool side please.”

When Otter opens the sliding glass door, Big Boy rushes out to Talia. He’s barked himself horse as he was shut inside the house unable to protect her. He doesn’t try to jump all over her even though he’s excited to be near her. He can smell she’s hurt. So he simply puts his head in her lap.

Mantis steps closer to Talia and Wildcat. He stops when Talia’s dog starts to growl at him. He’s come down from his praying mantis looking guardian form. He tells Wildcat, “I didn’t know she’ld been shot nor about the head injury.” Mantis is trying to apologize, “I didn’t know such an old injury could continue to trouble someone.”

Wildcat doesn’t want to hear what Mantis has to say and tells him, “You’re no better than Fjord. Even if you had known, you still would have raped her. A man that ignores a woman while she’s telling him no, stop is a rapist.”

Wildcat’s words sting Mantis because Mantis actually respects Wildcat. Knowing about Talia’s previous injuries would not have stopped him. But knowing she is Wildcat’s mate would have stopped him. He turns around to walk away and Big Boy lunges and bites his ass.

Talia’s not sure what just happened, just that Big Boy did something and someone cried out in pain. She calls, “Big Boy, to me!” and he obeys.

“Good boy,” Wildcat praises as he pets him.

Otter comes out and informs Wildcat, “It’s ready.”

“Thank you,” Wildcat tells Otter appreciatively as he stands with Talia in his arms.

“That damn dog just bit me,” shouts Mantis gripping his bruised bleeding butt cheek.

Zenith is all smiles at Mantis as she tells him, “You’re a guardian, Mantis. You’ll heal.”

Wildcat carries Talia into the house followed immediately by Otter, Squirrel and Raccoon. Cougar pauses by the sliding glass doors to wait for Richy.

Richy step up to Mantis, whose eyes have gone back to black to help with the pain and healing of the dog bite. A couple of members of Mantis’s entourage are fussing over his wound, rinsing it with cool water. Richy leans over and looks Mantis in his black eyes with his own black eyes.

Mantis can smell Richy’s anger as Richy tells him all too calmly, “Thank you for the kindness and mercy you showed my pregnant mate. One day soon, I hope to return the same kindness and mercy back to you.” Then Richy turns and follows Cougar into the house.

“Pregnant,” Mantis states to himself. “She’s already pregnant. She doesn’t smell pregnant.”

“No,” Roar tells Mantis, “she doesn’t smell pregnant yet. She’s still in the first trimester. But her true-mate, Mist, wouldn’t be sharing her with anyone this early in the relationship if he wasn’t positive she was carrying his child. So if you thought you might get lucky and fill her belly with your own, you’re sadly mistaken. But this will be no mistake. If my sister’s eyesight doesn’t return, I will hunt you down and gouge out your eyes. It would be interesting to see if a guardian can regrow eyes and how long such a thing would take.”

“Sounds excruciatingly painful,” adds Zenith. She gives Roar’s arm a tug, “Come Roar. I’m sleepy and Zulu needs to be nursed.”

Roar nods to Zenith, and the crowd starts to disperse. Roar gives one of the twins a ferocious shove, sending him into his brother and both of them hitting the ground hard. And Roar won’t be the only one punishing them. There are several Tribesmen that didn’t get their turn with Talia because of them and now never will.

Inside the house, Wildcat asks Talia to let the women help her into the guest bathroom tub so he can speak with Cougar and Richy. But she only agrees after he promises he’ll be right back.

Wildcat catches Richy and Cougar coming up the steps. Cougar has prepared some ice packs for Talia. Wildcat motions both young men into Richy’s bedroom to talk.

“Wildcat,” Richy starts, “thank you so much for coming. We’re so glad you’re here. We’ve been really worried about you. Talia thought you were shunning her… We’ve really missed you,” and Richy hugs Wildcat.

Wildcat is a little surprised by the hug, but he hugs Richy back. He’s relieved to be welcomed by the much younger man.

Cougar hands the ice packs to Richy and hugs his father. “Dad, we’re so glad you’re here. We need you. Talia needs you. And I’m glad none of those idiots were dumb enough to say you hadn’t actually made your claim to Talia yet.”

“They know they’re in enough trouble,” responds Wildcat.

“Where have you been Dad,” asks Cougar.

“I’ve been close by,” answers Wildcat with a shrug. “I felt guilty over the way I almost took Talia. And with Mist being raised tamed, I didn’t know if he would be able to share her with you, let alone me. I just wanted to give y’all time to settle in together before I tried to add myself to the mix.”

“There’s nothing for you to feel guilty about,” Richy tells Wildcat. “At least you would never beat her into submission. Not that she was submitting to Mantis.”

“Dad, you should have seen her,” Cougar tells him. “I didn’t know Talia could fight like that. She didn’t start having trouble until he got in that first punch to her head.”

Wildcat nods, “Look, she knows you’re both worried for her. But after what the twins did to her, she doesn’t want to be between two men tonight.”

Richy sighs, “That’s understandable.”

“Besides,” Cougar points out, “you and Talia need some time alone together Dad.”

“I know,” answers Wildcat pushing a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe how nervous I am about it, and I can’t put it off any longer. I would just endanger her further by putting it off… You should both come over and say goodnight. She’s in the guest bathtub. We’ll sleep in the guest bedroom with the big bed.”

They follow Wildcat to the guest bathroom shared by the two guest bedrooms. Otter is sitting on the edge of the tub with Talia’s head resting on her leg. The carefully put in twist have been taken out because the fight with Mantis left her hair a mess. Talia lifts her head and inhales deeply when she hears someone coming.

Wildcat informs Talia, “Cougar and Mist just want to say goodnight.”

Talia nods, “That’s fine.”

Cougar leans down by her first. “I made some ice packs for ya. I’ll leave them with Dad. I’ll be close by. Just shout if you need me.”

“Can I have a kiss goodnight,” asks Talia.

“Of course,” answers Cougar taking her in his arms. “I love you so much, and I felt so helpless.”

“I love you too. And it’s over. It’s finished now,” and Talia’s mouth finds Cougar’s. Then she tells him again, “I love you, always have, always will.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” bids Cougar stepping out of Richy’s way.

“Goodnight beautiful,” Talia bids Cougar with a sleepy smile.

Richy kneels down by her, takes her hand and kisses it.

“Hello, gorgeous,” greets Talia pulling Richy into her arms.

“Hello my love,” returns Richy stroking her hair. “Got yourself a good sized goose egg on the back of your head”

“It’s a little sore,” admits Talia. “I’ll put an ice pack on it in a bit.”

“I didn’t know I could love someone as completely and unconditionally as I love you,” confesses Richy.

Talia says a bit sad, “I hope I’m not too much of a burden.”

“Never,” Richy tells her, “you, nor loving you could never be a burden.” Then he kisses her. “Give a shout if you need anything.”

“I will,” says Talia.

“Goodnight Talia,” bids Otter as she heads out too.

“Thank you Otter, goodnight,” bids Talia.

Wildcat simply nods to them as they exit.

“Wildcat,” calls Talia.

“Yes Dearest,” answers Wildcat taking her hand.

“Would you get in and hold me for a bit,” request Talia.

“Of course,” answers Wildcat. He quickly takes off his clothes and slips behind her noticing some bruises on her back. She leans back into him resting her head under his chin. He wraps his arms around her. The scent of her is just as arousing as her nakedness against his nakedness.

“Were you angry at me,” Talia asks Wildcat.

“No,” answers Wildcat, “I’ve never been angry with you for anything.”

“You were upset over Richy proposing to me,” reminds Talia.

“But I wasn’t upset with you,” clarifies Wildcat. “Domesticated men don’t share their wives. I was afraid. If he couldn’t even share you with Cougar, he was never going to be able to share you with me.”

Talia nods her understanding for that, “But why were you shunning me?”

Wildcat tells her, “I wasn’t shunning you. I would never shun you. I was actually kind of shunning myself. I was mad at myself over my behavior, the way I pulled rank on you. It was wrong.”

“If you would of explained to me what was going on,” responds Talia, “I would have at least of understood why you were behaving like you were instead of being scared and confused.”

Wildcat kisses her forehead, “But you were going to come to me anyway; even though, you didn’t understand why.”

“Yes of course,” confirms Talia. “I would have been upset about for a while. But I would have gotten over it. Especially after I knew why.”

“I just couldn’t think straight. I brought you breakfast thinking I had to make it right because I’ld hurt your feelings. I hadn’t meant to hurt your feelings. Getting married just didn’t make sense to me,” explains Wildcat as he lifts her hand and admires her rings. “I just wanted to undo the damage I’d done with my big mouth. When you looked back at me, I don’t know how I kissed your forehead instead of your mouth. I meant to just lay with ya and hold ya for a bit. But you smell so delicious to me now. And touching you is electrifying now. The only reason I can think straight at the moment is you’re hurt. I can smell you’re in pain. It’s helping me stay focused like I need to be so I can be a comfort to you and not just a raging hard on.”

“But you’re hard for me,” Talia turns in his arms so his erection is pressed against her belly.

Wildcat is a little embarrassed for some unknown reason, “Mother Earth, yes, but there’s no hurry. You need a few days to heal.”

Talia’s mouth finds his unerringly, “So you can run off and leave me again?”

“I’m not gonna leave ya again Dearest. I promise.” Wildcat’s mouth accepts hers hungrily. “We don’t have to do this now.”

“I want to do this now,” Talia ignoring the angry protests of her sore bruised body as she humps his cock. Her feminine lips and clitoris sliding up and down it. He can smell her near desperate need of him. Her body recognizes his as one of her mates and is reacting accordingly. Talia bites her bottom lip as she pushes herself over the head of his cock. The length of him felt about the same as Cougar, but his diameter is wider. “You feel bigger around than Richy.”

Wildcat smiles, “Just may be dearest.” He hisses, “Mother Earth you’re tight woman.”

“Ah… That’s what every man said that mounted me after Cougar and Richy,” Talia tells him as she rides him slow and smooth. “Except Buck, he was so sweet.”

“Buck the super shy virgin,” asks Wildcat amused.

“He’s not a virgin anymore,” Talia informs him with a giggle. “He thinks I’m pretty.”

“Pretty’s an understatement,” Wildcat tells her as he pushes up with his hips. “You are magnificently beautiful.” His hands glide over her memorizing the curves and contours of her body.

Talia asks him, “Are you sure you’re not unhappy to be stuck with me somewhere deep inside you?”

“Of course not,” he answers. “I was afraid you didn’t really want an old goat like me.”

“You’re not an old goat.” Talia can’t make out the features of his face but she remembers the details: electric blue eyes that he gave to Cougar and Amazonia, strong square jaw, thick serious eyebrows, strong cheek bones, lips a bit thin but well-shaped, strong white even teeth that are part of a smile that puts you at ease. He’s a cross between Sam Elliot and Kris Kristofferson.

“Dearest,” Wildcat informs her, “I’m nearly a hundred.”

Talia shrugs while her face says what of it. “You barely look half that.”

He smiles as he laughs in the back of his throat. “Come here you,” pulling her gently by the back of her neck then savoring her mouth hungrily. “Less talk. More love makin’.” He picks her up, standing up in the tub and pinning her against the wall. His diameter is wide enough that she feels nearly over stretched to accommodate him, but in a good way.

Talia cries out softly, “yes, yes.” Then instinct kicks in and she bites into his right shoulder as she claws diagonally down from that shoulder.

“Mother Earth yes,” says Wildcat pushing deep inside her, “make me yours.”

With her teeth still embedded in his shoulder, Talia begins to purr. Wildcat has never been more turned on his life. Talia’s white eyes can see the mirror over the bathroom sink. But everything’s fuzzy. She can’t make out the details of her and Wildcat together and she wishes she could. She licks the fresh bite wound as Wildcat continues to push deep into her while she purrs a unique purr that’s just for him.

Out in the hall way, Richy and Cougar have set themselves up to sleep on the floor right outside the guestroom’s door with Big Boy. Greywolf comes upstairs and sits on the floor near them. He asks concerned, “How’s she doing?”

“Alright I reckon,” answers Richy.

“She put up a good fight. She’s got spirit,” Greywolf tells them.

“That’s our girl,” responds Cougar proudly.

“You’re lucky men,” Greywolf tells them a bit envious.

There’s silence in the hall for a few minutes except for the sound of Talia and Wildcat making love in the guest bathroom. Then the silence turns to men snoring in the hall.