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It was the third time that month. What had he done wrong? Not even he knew. Again, he was crying on a random sidewalk, his feet unable to carry him another mile, people passing by thought he was a drunk or a poor vagrant, but no one dared approach him, even though he was wearing his suit, even though he no longer shed tears and only sobbed with pain, No one, except her, didn't need to ask him what happened; she was already used to seeing him like that. She simply lifted him effortlessly, forcing him to walk beside her
Beatrice took Tartatone to a nearby shop, buying simple snacks, at least so he could eat and regain his strength; she couldn't ask him how hungry he was, when she tried, he began to cough through his dry throat, and he started crying silently again. After a quick shopping trip, he picked it up in his arms as usual, ready to take flight. She made an extra effort to hold it tightly, because if it were up to him, he would have let go when they were high up. After a few minutes, Beatrice landed scraping the floor as usual, her claws leaving visible marks in the dirt. She dragged him to her cabin, leaving him in the living room. By that time, he was stable.
"What was it this time?" - She murmured softly, her wing gently spreading across Tartatone's back, like an indirect but gentler embrace, and handed him a cup of chamomile tea, lukewarm and with just the right amount of sugar that he loved.
"I... Don't kn-ow... Her patience is- getting worse and worse; I don't know what I'm doing so wr...ong, but if she doesn't want to stab me, she kicks me out..." - Again he felt tears forming in his eye, his voice was so broken that it was difficult for him to speak, even so close to the fireplace, he was trembling quite a bit.
The tea in his hands almost spilled, but he seemed to hold onto it to avoid another scolding; he felt out of options, lost and exhausted by it all
"I don't understand why you're still staying. I mean, I don't mind having you here, but it's becoming too common. At this rate, I should get another job so I can feed you here too" - She took a sip of her own tea, moving closer to Tartatone and closing her wing a little more to reinforce the closeness, her tail close to her paws, still
"I know I'm not the right person to tell you this, but you shouldn't be with someone who treats you like that. I say this from experience; having failed so many times in love makes me empathize with you in ways you can't understand." - Her voice was heavy with emotion, though she tried to remain calm and almost neutral; remembering every harm done to her was painful, but this was not the time for it. What mattered was Tartatone.
He didn't say much, only saw his reflection in the surface of the tea, as if the answer were about to appear. Although he wanted to express gratitude or contribute to the conversation, It was not common for him to be treated as an equal, he drank his tea in silence; the only sound in the room was the wood crackling in the fireplace, slowly regaining his body heat thanks to Beatrice's presence. After a simple dinner, they both went up to the cabin's only room. Neither of them found it strange or uncomfortable; they had been there enough times to be comfortable like that
"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment, you know where your clothes are" - Beatrice said as she left, in the bathroom, she only removed her contact lenses and some strands of her hair, there wasn't enough toothpaste to brush her teeth, so she just rinsed with a little water. Tartatone, for his part, stared out the window; the dense, dark forest was beginning to stir with its creatures, surrounding the small clearing of this cabin, This view was definitely better than the one in Sunbright City; it was calmer. The clothes he was wearing were still a little loose, perhaps he was simply very thin, but it felt more like home.
When Beatrice returned, she began to arrange the nest, placing pillows and blankets and trying to make it comfortable for both of them. Out of habit, she arranged the best things on Tartatone's side so that he would sleep comfortably. They both lay down after a while; she took longer to fall asleep, so she let Tartatone lie down and hug her as always, without expecting anything more or less
"Thanks... I know i always say it, but i mean it, No one else like you would take the time to look after someone who is supposed to be their enemy" - He moved a little closer, just enough to kiss her on the cheek; it was an 'unconscious' gesture, as if he had been waiting for it.
Beatrice remained still for a few seconds before sitting down abruptly, her face beginning to turn a deep red, she brought her claw to her cheek, as if she could still feel Tartaton's lips, looking at him with wide eyes, she felt like her heart would jump out of her chest
"I-i'm sorry! It was a reflex!, Ayeas always makes me do something similar to show my appreciation, and I— sorry, I'd better go..." - His face was also red with embarrassment, although his fear was more noticeable; he tried to stand up but fell due to clumsiness, even thoughshe tried to crawl away from that accident, Beatrice tugged at his shirt; it wasn't forced, it was like a small plea for him not to leave.
They stared at each other for a few moments until she let go, giving him the choice to leave or stay. - "it.. was really a reflex...?" - Her voice sounded more fearful than before, genuinely worried that this small action meant nothing at all
He looked at her; they both shared that uncertainty, like two children searching for answers in each other's eyes. It was then that he shook his head, looking away, he could only prepare himself for the trial that followed, expecting the displeasure or disgust in Beatrice's voice; however, he only felt her claws on his hands, gentle and calm. Slowly they intertwined their fingers, the size difference was somewhat evident, Showing the difference in the lives they led, her lips parted for a moment to speak, but she didn't know what to say or ask for, yet they both knew what they might want.
They closed the distance between them, the warmth on each other's lips was something they had longed for for too long. They didn't separate instantly, nor did they make it more passionate; they simply enjoyed every second from that simple connection. When it was over, they hugged each other with a unique desperation, as if they were afraid the other would disappear if they let go, but also with an affection they had craved for years
They remained silent; they didn't need to speak for their desires to be obvious. They don't know how much time passed—perhaps hours, maybe minutes—when Tartatone spoke fearlessly for the first time in a long time
"I... want you to have me..." - He pulled away from the embrace, looking at her with something he hadn't felt in far too long, that desire that burned hotter than fire itself
"Are you sure? Isn't it the other way around?" - Her voice sounded calmer, but even with those tones of fear and insecurity, it was rare to hear someone say they wanted to be hers instead of just wanting her.
"Pretty sure, I... can guide you if you need it" - He offered, his arms moving to wrap around Beatrice's neck; he didn't want to start anything yet, at least not until she agreed. Beatrice looked at him with a little fear still, as if she were still looking for a lie that wasn't there. At that moment, he gave his soul to her, being honest about what he wanted, real affection. No strings attached, rules or conditions, he just wanted her, and hoped it was reciprocated.
"... Ok..." - Although she wanted to respond more enthusiastically, she was almost certain this wouldn't last long. There were so many details about her that could upset many people, so she didn't expect this to go very far, She sighed before taking off her pajamas; her upper half was something that could be overlooked—perhaps being a little overweight or having scars could be considered unpleasant, or the strength of her arms, It was obvious at a glance how much she trained and the fights she won.
He approached calmly, running his hands along Beatrice's arms, marveling at their strength and form. He drew closer to embrace her again and run his hands down her back, even feeling the connection of her wings to her back, the softness of her feathers was wonderful; every part was firm, designed for combat, she was a predator after all; she needed that strength. He gave her soft, reverent kisses on her neck and shoulders; he admired her strength, seeing how capable she was of so much. After a long while, he moved historias hands down to her hips, looking at her as if asking for permission. She took a moment before nodding, sensing imminent rejection. She had experienced this too many times to always expect the worst.
Tartatone's fingers hooked into the hem of her pajama bottoms, slowly pulling them down, still watching her to confirm she was okay with it. He left them just below her knees. He didn't separate her legs, he just marveled at the softness of her fur; it was smooth and shiny in the light, something that fascinated him as a human. He took his time admiring Beatrice's body, without forcing anything, just letting everything flow calmly; it wasn't until much later that he timidly placed his hand on her chest, he could feel her heart beating faster and faster, almost like his own. He just leaned in to kiss her above her collarbone, his hands only moving over simple places: her arms, her stomach, It wasn't until Beatrice herself took his hand and guided it to her breast, assuring him that he could do that, Tartatone blushed a little more before calmly feeling it in his hands; he only felt the weight and softness of her skin, not even looking at them directly.
He waited a little longer until he looked at her again with those eyes, checking if she was comfortable continuing. She hesitated to respond, but slowly parted her legs, waiting for any reaction of disgust or hatred even, in between, there was no labia, nor a normal female anatomy, but there was a glans and a red part coming out already leaking pre. Tartatone stared for a moment, until his face lit up with a greater emotion than usual; his hand hesitated, until he gently ran his fingers over it. causing it to grow a little more in response to the stimulus, Beatrice was both embarrassed and surprised; his touch was reverent, appreciative, she had never felt such generosity from anyone.
"Aren't you disgusted? Isn't that... weird for you?" - She asked incredulously, as if being treated with affection were a luxury.
"Why would I be? You're quite unique, I love that" - He affirmed, at that moment, his touch becoming more confident, moving smoothly, that he had never desired anyone more than now. Now his previous words made more sense; he didn't wanted to take, he wanted to be taken, that's why he felt so ecstatic. Eventually he also took off his pajamas bottoms, moving a little closer to Beatrice, eager for her.
"Still want me to guide you? I know this could feel good for both of us" - He sat on her lap, both of them trembling at the touch of their bare skin, Tartatone's hand still moving up and down in a slow motion, he really wished he could continue this with her, The temperature of their bodies gradually increased, both succumbing to desire.
She tremble at the moment her full member came out, surely, it was big, almost as the size of Tartatone's forearm, he didn't pull back, in fact, he close his hand at the base, his slim hand bearly closing it- "ok just- be careful... I d...on't wanna hurt you" - she mumbled, her face was red, but this time due the arousal.
When she allowed it, he really started moving his hand more enthusiastically. He settled himself more comfortably on top of her, only until both cocks were together, then moved his hips back and forth, gently rubbing against her, She sighed weakly, her face was red, but from arousal, and she gradually felt their inner thighs becoming stickier from the pre-cum.
"Never done this before?" - he moaned, feeling her cock rock hard against his, he had never felt so good with someone else's body.
"N-no... Not like this really..." - She whispered, her body beginning to feel more sensitive and hot.
"Ah... Alright, then this will feel real good..." - She continued moving her hips until his member was slippery enough. He stood up and pulled her just a little so that she was on top of him, helping her guide her cock
"Just push, slowly if you need to, if it were up to me, don't really think about it too much" - He was quite eager to begin, his legs already spread wide in anticipation of her.
She swallowed hard, before timidly moving her hips forward. As she entered, she felt a tight, exquisite sensation. Her legs trembled slightly before she continued, Inch by inch, she slid inside him, until finally she bottomed out. Tartatone was trembling, panting heavily; he had never felt so full and happy before, It took him a few moments to get used to the sensation; his knuckles turned white as he gripped the blankets beneath him. After a few seconds, he was finally able to speak again.
"M-move... It's- it's ok... P..lease" - He begged, his voice weak and almost nonexistent; a small bulge was visible in his belly, showing how full he was and how big Beatrice really is.
She nodded, moving her hips slowly; the in-and-out motion of Tartatone felt... divine. They continued this incredibly slow swaying motion for a good couple of minutes, until he spoke again. - "a little bit harder? I promise I can handle it" - She didn't know how to answer; she was truly afraid of hurting him if she did, since he seemed to be putting up with her with great effort. Her thoughts dissipated when he affectionately stroked her, assuring her that he would be fine.
She sighed shakily, before placing her hands on either side of Tartatone's head. At the first thrust, he let out a very excited moan, feeling her hit his prostate perfectly, The sound of skin slapping against skin eventually became more continuous, and along with Beatrice's ragged breathing and Tartatone's gleeful moans, created an obscene symphony, At that moment they were not enemies, they were not each other's secret, they were just two broken souls who couldn't keep their hands off each other anymore.
"aaaAh! Mmnn! Gosh... Betty please- PLEASE don't stop!" - His voice broke again, but it was from simple and pure pleasure; his arms anchored themselves around Beatrice's neck, holding on for dear life, accidentally scratching her. Suddenly, Beatrice began to move with force and speed; now more than ever, the difference between a human body and the body of a hybrid was noticeable. Tartatone wrapped her legs around her hips, feeling each thrust fill him and repeatedly strike his prostate. The moment Beatrice reached her climax, he felt her seed completely flood him, hot and thick. He let out a shout of pure happiness; also, finally, for the first time in so long, he felt complete.
They both lay panting, catching their breath for a long time, until Beatrice's legs gave out and she collapsed on top of him, looking at him with half-closed eyes, between her exhaustion and the lack of glasses, she had trouble seeing, but she didn't need clear vision when they both felt like this; they no longer had the strength to continue, not even to get up, With great effort they were able to cover themselves with a blanket, the only clean one that left after such an act. When they woke up, Beatrice hit the floor a few times until she found her normal glasses, finally seeing clearly, and there was nothing else to see, only the mess they had both made last night, She stretched a little, her wings spread from sleeping in an uncomfortable position, and wasted no time putting her pajamas back on, her embarrassment still somewhat present.
"Mmnnm... What our is it...?" - Tartatone asked as if he had the worst hangover in the world; it was natural, he hadn't pushed his body so hard until last night, especially with that build, it was obvious he'd be like that, When he saw Beatrice again in her pajamas and... those glasses, he felt his heart skip a beat, his face flushing again (in fact, he didn't know she had framed glasses, or that she wore contact lenses most of the time, so yeah, he was dazzled). He remained silent, words wouldn't come out of his throat; he didn't even have anything nice to say anyway. Beatrice went to prepare breakfast for them both; she didn't seem to want to broach the subject.
"... Betty"
"No. Please not now, I knew we shouldn't do it, it disgusted you, I know"
"Wh- no? It was the best thing that ever happened to me, I loved every second of it"
"Don't try to lie to make me feel better, who would want a body like mine?"
"I do! Look, I know I'm just human, I don't have that many skills, I don't stand out on my own, but you, you're more than I can describe in words, you didn't disgust me, I swear"
"Tar, i know you can't love anybody else, You already have someone to be with, and I... I don't want to be just a pastime..."
"Not really, the promise she made me make with Luna has many loopholes; the basis is that I can't leave, not that I must love only her"
"... You don't have to do this for me"
"I want to, Let me try, please"
"What if she finds out? I mean, i'm used to be chased by her, but what if she does something you you? I couldn't forget myself if you ended up hurt because of me..."
"She won't, i'll make sure to keep this out of her knowlege"
His hand found hers on the table, trying to assure her that everything will be fine, mostly. She sighed, knowing that was impossible to make his changed his mind, a lazy smile forming on her face.
"Didn't know you use glasses, they look good on you"