Human Rights (10 page)

"Master," I breathed.

"No," Jiat said gently. "Jiat. Please, my name, Ewan..."

Jiat's damp, cool nose brushed over the swell of my ass, and I shivered. "Jiat." I looked over my shoulder and down at him as he urged me to spread my legs. "What are you doing?"

"I told you, after we ate, I was going to show you something new. Something pleasurable." Jiat's hands cupped each of my ass cheeks and spread me open.

I blushed brightly as he exposed my hole. "W-What pleasure c-can be had
there
?"

Jiat chuckled. "I think you might be surprised." He dipped his head, and a moment later, I felt his broad, rough tongue sliding between my cheeks.

I shuddered as the tingling sensation washed over me. Jiat continued to lick, drawing his tongue from the top of my hole all the way down until it brushed against my balls. My cock responded instantly, and my breath came out in ragged sighs. He was right; I was surprised by how good it felt. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't pull my wits together enough to form the words. I think I may have moaned, "More," at some point.

What that 'more' was, I didn't know. But I trusted Jiat. He had to know. After a while, Jiat sat back and reached for the bedside table. I watched with hazy eyes as he lifted a bottle of amber oil from the drawer. I hadn't seen that bottle before, and when he lifted the cork, the scent of milky almonds filled the room. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply and smiled. I liked that smell. It brought to mind images of safety and motherhood. I wondered briefly if my mother had used almond oil, but then Jiat drizzled the oil over the cleft of my ass and any thought of that vague memory flew apart. I moaned and arched my back a little, exposing more of my hidden places to Jiat. He rubbed his broad finger against my hole, smearing the oil, but he never pressed inward, that claw at the tip both dangerous and deadly.

"You'll need to help me," Jiat murmured behind me. "I've never been intimate with a Human, and my hands are not fit to do what must be done before we join."

My heart pounded in my ears as I swallowed against my dry throat. I lifted my head to glance behind me at Jiat, and I was stunned by his beauty. Broad, tall, his white fur and honey eyes, and when I let my eyes drift lower, I saw his cock again. It stood proud, slick and dusky in color. I licked my lips and nodded. "What must I do?" I rasped.

Jiat took my hand and poured some of the almond oil onto my three middle fingers, and I watched as drops fell to the bed. "You will need to ease first one finger inside your body, and then a second. I want you to push in and out for a minute, just to oil yourself thoroughly."

"A-All right." My cheeks were a brilliant red as I reached back and pressed my finger to my hole. I'd never touched myself like this before, and to do so with Jiat's eyes focused on me... I licked my lips and pushed in. The sensation was strange, but the oil made it easy, and it didn't take much for me to slide in to my knuckle. Jiat moaned then, and my eyes jerked up to find him staring at where my finger had disappeared. "Like this?" I asked, my voice faint, breathless as need and embarrassment coiled through me.

"Yes," Jiat moaned as I pulled my finger out, and then pushed it back in. "Just like that."

Suddenly, I didn't feel as embarrassed, as vulnerable. There was power in what I did. Maybe not power against the city as a whole, but power in this room. Here. Now. That power filled me, and I eased my middle finger in alongside the other, and this time, it pulled a groan from me. There was an edge of pain now, something sharp dancing at the edge of whatever ledge I was about to leap from.

"The discomfort is normal. Just try to ease yourself open so you're well oiled." Jiat's words were encouraging, but there was something more under his words, something he wasn't saying. The worry was there and gone just as quickly, though, as the slight pain fizzled out. The more I moved my fingers, the easier it seemed to get. I was just getting into a rhythm when a gentle touch to my arm made me pause.

"Enough," Jiat breathed, and his voice… by the stars, his
voice
. It was barely more than a growl, and it dripped with things I could barely understand. "Lean over with your hands firmly on the bed." My heart raced as I did as he said, my hands pressed to the bed. I felt him move behind me, the heat of him so close now.

I closed my eyes, and the slick sounds of oil and hand and cock filled my senses. I shuddered, fear gripping me as Jiat pressed the pointed tip of him against my hole. My hole twitched as Jiat pushed against it, demanded my body let him inside. His hands were hot and strong on my hips, holding me still, and the more of him that slid within, the louder the whine in my throat became. How large was he? How long? My hands twisted in the sheets, and I gritted my teeth, panting as the slight discomfort became a stinging burn... and then became
painful
. "J-Jiat—"

Jiat's breath was hot against my neck. "I know," he growled, "how difficult it can be the first time. But you must breathe through it."

Breathe through it? How was I supposed to breathe through being torn in half by his cock? I bowed my head to the bed, breathing fast and shallow, my head swimming. "It hurts."

"I know, love, I know." Jiat didn't stop, though. He kept pushing in, and with every inch, I swore I couldn't take any more. My head swam, and my vision darkened on the edges when he stopped moving. "There," he purred, the word trilling beautifully. "You have all of me inside you, Ewan. Gods, you grip me like nothing I've felt before!"

I couldn't help but whimper. I was unbelievably full. I wanted to bear down. His hands left my hips and began to stroke up and down my sides, my back. The tenderness in the touch pulled the sob from my throat. Jiat was inside me.
Inside me
. The thing I couldn't have even fantasized about was happening, and I was terrified, overjoyed, and desire pounded through me with the rhythm of my heart.

Then, Jiat moved. Just the slightest shift within. Back and in. After another moment, he did it again, just as slight. The third time, he pulled back a little more, and then rolled his hips forward, thrusting so deeply inside me. Those barbs at the end of him did drag inside me, but it wasn't painful like I'd thought it would be. It was texture. They rubbed against my walls, tickled at my senses inside, and when he finally almost pulled out only to press back inside, I cried out as burning fullness morphed into tingling pleasure. Oh, gods of the stars, my cock leaked beneath me, jerking each time Jiat thrust inward.

"Yes," Jiat hissed, his nails scratching lightly down my back and over my ass. "Move with me, Ewan. Revel in our shared pleasure."

How could I deny him? Deny myself? Outside our room, it would be a death sentence, but here, in this bed he'd shared with me for months, it was sacred. I lifted my head and moaned, the sound lewd, rumbling, and when Jiat thrust in this time, I pushed back. He touched me so deeply, in places I never imagined I could find pleasure, and I sang my joy to the sun-washed ceiling. Jiat never sped up, never fucked me as I'd seen some of the male cats take females. In every thrust was respect, love, care. I felt it in his hands, in his breath on my skin, in the way his cock laid claim to my body.

Time ceased to have meaning to me. Jiat's rough tongue slid over my sweaty back. His teeth left little marks on my shoulders. My toes curled, and my cock ached to be touched. I wanted to feel it all explode through my mind again with Jiat buried within, but Jiat drew it out. He let it build inside us until I thought I'd go mad with want. When his large paw finally wrapped around my cock, I knew I was at the edge, hanging on by only my fingertips, and I trembled, gasped, shook my head. "Oh! Oh, stars above!"

And still, his touch was tender, slow, his thrusts never hurried, his voice never demanding. My release came in its time, a rush of heat and searing pleasure that bordered on pain. I choked on my scream, and Jiat seemed to grow so much larger within me. I rippled around him, clutched at him as my seed painted our bed in pearly ribbons. There was nothing in my life—in all my days—that I could compare that moment to, and I knew I never wanted to give Jiat up. I loved him as master, as friend, as lover, and my life would lose so much if his light left it.

My arms gave out from under me, and my chest fell to the mattress. I twitched with the aftershocks, and Jiat's growl behind me brought a new, plaintive moan from the depths of me. Jiat was still moving inside me, and there was no resistance. My body welcomed him deeper, my cock still cradled in his hand, and those barbs rubbed at all the right places. I relaxed, let my body move with him, in his deep, slow rhythm, and when his claws pricked at my hips, I was ready. I closed my eyes and focused, wanting to commit that moment to my memory forever. Jiat's movements hitched, stuttered, and then he thrust as deep as he could and yowled.

Unbelievable heat rushed into me, coating those hidden parts of me. The scent of his musk grew stronger as he shifted back and forth, rubbing against my slick walls, dragging out our shared pleasure. It was so unique, so intense, and I wanted to know it all over again. I turned my head when he stilled inside me and opened my eyes. Jiat's eyes were closed, his chest heaving, and the grin that split his muzzle was one of sated, smug happiness. I couldn't help but smile, too.

Jiat's hands resumed stroking up and down my back and sides, and his purr... his purr was so beautiful and loud. It rumbled through the room, echoed in my ears, and I was happy. It was
my
happiness, and I didn't want to let it go. I whimpered when Jiat sat back, his cock leaving me with a wet sound.

"Shh," Jiat murmured. He leaned in, his tongue snaking between my cheeks again, and his broad tongue licked over my used hole. I gasped and squirmed, the flesh tender and hypersensitive, but he didn't stop. He cleaned me, lick by lick, and then eased me over onto my side so he could gather me into his arms. I went willingly, my body limp, my eyes heavy. He brushed our lips together as he smoothed back my hair. "You are the most precious creature in my life."

I looked up at him, into his eyes. "I love you," I breathed.

Jiat smiled. "As I love you."

Those words complicated everything between us as much as they simplified it. I closed my eyes and cuddled close, listening to his purr rumble under my ear. There was no hope for me to remain awake, and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep within moments, all the places within me silent.

Chapter Eight

I woke to the sound of hushed voices. I cracked by eyes only enough to see the bedroom door open a crack, and through that crack, I could hear Jiat and Hosanna speaking. I immediately closed my eyes again, and I didn't move. Hosanna's voice carried best, higher and clearer than Jiat's, and she was very clearly upset.

"I worried this very thing would happen. I told you. I saw how you looked at him, how he looked at you, and I
said—
"

Jiat's voice rumbled. "I will be very careful. I know what I'm doing, and as long we're discreet..."

Hosanna huffed. "Discreet. If you're discovered..." She was quiet for a moment. "Abomination, Jiat. That's the charge. And the only penalty is
death
. The High Council likes sending clear messages that mating with pets is forbidden, and they will make an example of you. One of the
Guard
rutting with a mutt?"

"Hosanna." Jiat's voice had an edge to it I'd never heard before. "This is not some
mutt
. Have more respect than that. This is Ewan."

"Forgive me." Hosanna sighed, and I saw her shadow shift outside the door. "I simply worry. You're my friend, someone dear, and I worry."

Jiat moved out from my line of sight, and I heard rustling. I wondered if he was kissing her... touching her... reassuring her. How could a Human—who he wasn't even allowed to openly love as an equal—compare to another of his kind? The stab of jealousy made my chest ache, and I turned in the bed so I lay on my back. My eyes stung with tears as I imagined all the things going on just outside the door.

After a moment, the door swung open again and in stepped Jiat, a tray in his hands. I looked over in time to see Hosanna close the door behind him. Jiat paused halfway to the bed, cocking his head. "Why are you weeping?"

I shook my head. I didn't want to say why. Saying it out loud made me feel foolish, childish.

Jiat came to the bedside and set the tray on the mattress at my feet before climbing up beside me. "Now, none of that. We must always speak when upset. It helps to ease a heavy heart. Do you still hurt from yesterday?"

"Just a little," I admitted, my backside throbbing only if I moved too quickly and carelessly.

"Then why the tears?"

I couldn't look at him. "I... heard you talking to Hosanna. And then... shifting... I thought... maybe..."

Jiat chuffed. "Speak plainly, Ewan. You thought what?"

"Were you kissing her?"

"No." Jiat nuzzled my hot cheek. "I hugged her before she handed me the tray for breakfast. There is nothing between Hosanna and me but friendship."

Relief washed through me, and I felt foolish for a much different reason. "I'm sorry," I murmured.