Mountain Encounter
Based on an AIM roleplay by Kasumi Mirumoto and Oku
Compiled by Oku
[Historian's Note: This story begins about eight hours after Oku and Kasumi's first encounter. This is their second encounter, and Oku's second encounter overall.]
Prologue: The Calm Before the Storm
Oku's feet hurt. He'd been walking around for the past couple of hours, exploring the island in an attempt to learn more about his new home. Yeah, it's gonna have to be my new home, Oku thought with resignation. Given the needs of The Phase, he couldn't possibly go swimming around looking for another island or a larger continent on which to dwell. It had to be here.
Not that there weren't plenty of girls to choose from. In his clandestine search of the island, Oku had seen them in all varieties. Light-skinned, dark-skinned, medium-skinned. Red hair, blonde hair, brown hair, green hair, purple hair, turquoise hair with pink polka-dots. (Seriously, Oku had actually seen a girl matching that last description.) Certainly an eclectic bunch of students they had around here.
Students. That was another thing that Oku had become fully cognizant of recently-- that all these girls were students at a learning center of some sort. But he'd also learned (from grazing the minds of some of the non-human residents of the island) that he wasn't alone on this island-- there were other species here that victimized young women. Only they did it because they enjoyed it, plain and simple. They didn't have the same regard for human life as Oku did.
Oku found himself at the top of a large mountain, overlooking a strange dome-shaped structure, and realized that he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going. His wanderlust had simply led him here.
Might as well use this time constructively, Oku thought. He sat down about fifty feet from the edge and began to meditate, while enjoying the spectacular sunset that was beginning to dominate the sky.
Chapter 1: Pressing the Advantage
Kasumi runs up the mountain, leaping from outcropping to outcropping, but making less noise than most skilled climbers would if they were trying to be stealthy. Her thoughts are in turmoil, have been since her encounter on the beach. Why? Why had that monster acted that way? He was the only one who'd shown any remorse, but she wasn't even sure it was that. Now, the girl was going to contemplate, heading up the mountain to look out over the island. It always seems to help her collect her thoughts to be up here, in the peaceful setting. It set a definite counterpoint to her usual busy day, especially since she had yet to see one of the creatures up here.
Until today, that is. As she lands atop the next rock, only a few feet from the top, she spots the thing. It was the same creature from the beach, and seemed to be concentrating on something. And it was near a large cliff. Kasumi's eyes narrow and she grins a bit. Yes, that cliff will do nicely. Silently, the girl clambers up to the ledge he's on, keeping behind him as she approaches, ready to spring to attack if he shows any sign of noticing her.
In the meantime, Oku was taking time from his meditations to stare out at the sunset-- and since his conscious mind wasn't fully concentrating on the meditation, his natural telepathic sensors made him realize the truth. Oh, goddess, she's here. Oku allowed himself to sigh, but hopefully not loud enough for Kasumi to hear it. How's an alien supposed to clear his mind in a place like this?
Oku initated another, slightly deeper, telepathic scan. She's tensed, waiting for you to make your move. But he could still surprise her if he stayed absolutely still until the last moment... maybe he could dodge her, and run like hell out of there. But he couldn't imagine having a speed advantage on Kasumi-- at least, not in a non-aquatic environment.
Best I can do. Wait for it... wait for it...
Kasumi crept closer and closer, making a mouse seem thunderous by comparison, her hand slowly raising to deliver a spearhand that would sever the thing's spine at the base of its skull. Closer, closer...
Kasumi held her breath, not wanting him to have any clue she was there. As she approached to within arm's reach, she stiffened her fingers, putting some of her ki into her hand for the first-- and hopefully only-- blow...
Now. Oku deliberately fell down from his cross-legged position, landing on his back. Kasumi's hand flew past him, less than a centimeter from his face as he fell back. The telltale whoosh let him know that he'd once again narrowly avoided disaster. Oku looked up at Kasumi's face, and swore that he saw the telltale sign of anger in her eyes. She was looking at him like-- like what? Like someone who violated her? Gee, I wonder why that is.
Oku realized that he'd made a tactical mistake. The only possible way he could have avoided that spearhand was by falling flat on his back. But by doing so, he'd left himself open to almost anything else Kasumi could have in mind-- and he wouldn't easily be able to get away.
Oku desperately started crab-walking backwards, trying to get a little distance between him and his attacker so he could get up and run like hell. Even as he did this, he could feel an early warning sign... his tail was starting to twitch beyond his control. Dammit, I need to get out of here now, or the Need's going to claim me.
Half turning, Kasumi brought her foot around, aiming for his ribs which were exposed as he's crabwalking backwards. It was her hope that her kick would be enough to stop the creature's movement... and force him toward the edge, with any luck.
Still acting completely out of self-defense, Oku grabbed her ankle and used both arms to shove Kasumi down. He took advantage of the time he'd gained to quickly get to his feet... but he knew that Kasumi wouldn't stay down for long.
And indeed, Kasumi landed on her hands, and pushed herself back up towards a standing position. On the rise, she slams her palm at his chest, channeling her energy into the strike.
Oku fell over backwards with the impact. Damn, my healed rib was still hurting from when she broke it, and she hit the exact same one again. Oku didn't think she'd re-fractured it, though. Damn, if he was fast enough, he'd be able to get up and run past Kasumi and out of here... as it was, he was dangerously close to falling to his death. Oku's mind continued to come up with escape strategies when suddenly...
The pain finally kicked in. And right on schedule, Oku coughed, spilling a few drops of azure blood on his chest. His animal instincts, which he'd successfully pushed aside thus far, began to rise to the forefront. Dammit... it's too late. I have to go through with this... the Need is overwhelming me again.
Oku rose to his feet, his face set into a determined stare. He adopted a kung-fu posture with both palms facing Kasumi. If she can toy with me, I can toy with her. He flipped his right hand over, and curled his fingers back and forth in the classic "just bring it" gesture.
Kasumi had grinned when she saw Oku cough, and her grin widened even more at his invitation to attack. Advancing steadily, she adopted an aggressive stance just as she reached him, kicking low at his leg and moving with the motion, continuing the spin rapidly and launching an elbow at his neck.
Kasumi's leg-sweep managed to take one leg out from under him, forcing Oku down on his right knee. He successfully blocked the elbow, though, and held onto her arm, spinning so he was behind Kasumi. He applied a waistlock and attempted to force her to the ground. Kasumi did something unexpected then-- leaning forward and going to the ground quicker. She went down quicker than he'd planned, sending Oku crashing into the rock directly in front of them.
Oku realized in the nick of time what Kasumi was trying to do, and managed to get his hands up to absorb the brunt of the impact with the rock. Damn, they never taught us that in our classes, Oku thought, actually shaking his head in amazed disbelief. When this Phase thing is all over, I should set Kasumi up with a training job on Troptopha. Of course, if any of the trainees tried to take advantage of her, he'd have to teach them some manners.
Oku shook his head again as he looked at his scratched-up hands. ...the hell? Are you losing your damn mind? Remember, you have a job to do. And with that, Oku's animal instincts shoved his rational mind into combat-analysis mode only, where it would be most useful. His instincts couldn't allow his rational thoughts to develop any sort of attachment to his victim. Kasumi existed for only two reasons-- to test his combat skills, and to satisfy his need. In Oku's conscious mind, he and Kasumi were the only two sentient beings in existence. He had to find a way to defeat her and take her body again.
Oku rolled backwards and climbed back to his feet, knowing Kasumi would press her advantage. But now it was time to start fighting back.
As she was released, Kasumi put her hands down, launching herself forward and buying some space. As soon as her feet were on the ground, she spinned and rushed Oku again, throwing a series of quick spearhands. They were uncharged, but Oku had no way of knowing that.
Shit, more spearhands. Oku lowered his arms to avoid getting gouged in the chest. The impact hurt his arms, but wait... something was different. During their encounter at the beach, Kasumi's spearhands had shredded the hell out of his arms-- it had taken nearly six hours for his natural healing ability to complete its work, and even then there had still been some residual soreness. But this attack hadn't hurt nearly as much... it hadn't drawn blood or anything.
Oku's rational mind, analyzing the combat, threw a red flag. She's holding back. Why? Create some space and analyze. Oku's animal mind concurred, and Oku launched himself backwards with a couple of back handsprings, creating a distance of about seven yards between him and Kasumi. Kasumi inwardly grinned as Oku sprang back, and she advanced carefully.
Oku's rational mind scanned Kasumi's physical form, trying to formulate an attack and defense strategy. While doing so, Oku couldn't help but notice that Kasumi looked very attractive in her cyan tank top, jean shorts and sandals. Focus, dammit.
Oku's telepathy probed deeper, trying to unlock the secrets Kasumi was hiding from him. But somehow, it was just as hard fighting Kasumi in the mind dimension as it was fighting her on the physical plane.
Oku's continued telepathic scanning was able to register Kasumi's emotional state (continuing to grow in confidence), but somehow she was blocking all of her actual decisions from him. Oku was in the bizarre situation of knowing why she was doing her particular strategy, but not knowing what that strategy actually was.
As she closed with him, Kasumi threw a blindingly fast knifehand, slashing as if to cut along his chest horizontally, and putting the energy into the blow required to do just that.
Oh, shit. Oku pulled his scanners out of the wall Kasumi had set up inside her mind, just in time to realize she was attacking again. She was trying to spill his intestines out onto the ground, and from the look on her face, Oku knew she'd have no problem doing that. Or is she holding back again? Can't take the chance.
Oku blocked the blow, and yup... she wasn't holding back that time. Oku cried out in pain as the knifehand slashed the skin of his arms. Kasumi grinned as her hand slices into the thing's arms, a blue sheen on the edge of her hand, trailing its lifeblood. She had him, and she knew it. Oku needed to do something, anything, to gain the advantage-- or at least even it up.
Oku kneed Kasumi in the gut, doubling her over just long enough for him to apply a headlock. Oku snap-suplexed Kasumi onto her back, as he executed a quick fall backwards that sent Kasumi for a ride.
Kasumi's victory at injuring Oku was short-lived, as she felt his knee slam into her stomach, doubling her more from the impact than the pain... which is still considerable. As she was lifted, Kasumi braced for the impact, not bothering to waste her ki on a defense. This would hurt, but not enough to justify that. As she hit the ground, Kasumi's already pushing her fingers into his arms, executing a short, quick jab with her fingers, puncturing his skin just enough to break his hold sufficiently for her to roll free...which she promptly does, rising as she moves and lashing out with a crescent kick aimed at his head.
Damn, she's quick. Oku was stuck in a seated position while Kasumi was up, trying to kick his damned fool head off. Oku got his hand up and successfully blocked it, but damn, that hurt.
Oku still had her foot in hand, though... somehow, his fingers had managed to curl around the buckle of her sandal, meaning he still had a chance to retaliate. Kasumi gasped softly as Oku held on to her sandal.
In one swift motion, Oku tore her sandal off, while executing a chop aimed at her standing ankle in hopes of knocking her off-balance. Seeing his hand coming down, she doesn't even try to hold her balance, rolling with the strike and using her energy to defend against this, just in case he hit right and would've broken her ankle.
It was a good thing she did, too, because that blow would've surely slowed her down considerably, something she couldn't afford. As the thing's hand struck her skin, it seemed as though he was hitting an unyielding tree. As she fell, Kasumi spinned in the air, trying to use her momentum to bring an empowered kick into the side of his head...
Oku just barely dodged the potentially fatal kick by weaving his head back and to one side. Seeing Kasumi's leg fly in front of him, Oku used both hands in this instance-- one to rip the sandal off her other foot, and the other to attempt to chop her Achilles tendon.
Kasumi channeled for her own defense for a second time, avoiding a crippling blow... but damn, it still hurts! She kicked with her now-bare foot, though, aiming for the creature's wrist. She couldn't afford to stay in close with him again, knew she couldn't beat him grappling.
The sole of Kasumi's bare foot impacted with Oku's wrist. It hurt like crazy, but it didn't seem to be one of her "devastating impact" blows. Oku was starting to realize that she had some sort of unnatural ability-- she could pick and choose what blows she wanted to have horrendous consequences, and which ones she wanted to simply hurt.
On the other hand, Oku had connected solidly with his chop to her ankle, and by all rights her ankle should've been broken. But he could see that it hadn't been. Oku thought he could see a bruise beginning to form where he'd chopped her, but that was all. Good enough. It didn't cripple her, but it hurt. That'll have to suffice.
Oku knew there'd have to be a brief pause before Kasumi could attack him again in this position-- she couldn't very well kick him with both legs at the same time-- so he used the momentary break to get back to his feet and adopt a wrestler's stance.
Kasumi kipped up into a defensive stance, favoring her hurt leg slightly as her grin began to fade. Dammit, I should have been done with him by now! Hmm...maybe an unorthodox maneuver will get him...
Kasumi moved forward, pressing the attack. She kicked low once more, simultaneously throwing a spearhand with her back hand. Neither of them had much power, but if she could get him to commit to a defense, maybe she could bring her leading arm into play, and cause some real damage...
She's getting creative... do the unexpected. Oku allowed the low kick to sweep him off his legs, causing the spearhand to sail harmlessly above him. Oku hooked her right leg with both of his legs, trying to knock her onto her face with a drop toe-hold...
Kasumi's eyes widen as her kick connected. This was unexpected... As his legs wrap around her right leg, Kasumi pivoted, halfway falling into his hold, but kicking out with her free leg, adding her ki to the mix as she targeted his groin. She ended up hitting his ribcage instead, because Kasumi's momentum from the drop toe-hold had caused Oku's position to shift slightly.
Not that being hit in the ribcage was any better. But Oku was having enough trouble fulfilling his sexual needs without the added burden of not having the proper tools for the job.
In any event, Kasumi's kick connected hard with Oku's chest, and Oku could hear three of his ribs cracking and one breaking. What is it today with me and broken ribs?
Oku felt blood coming up from his throat, and coughed out his own blood yet again. She'll pay for that, he promised himself. But in the meantime, Oku's rational mind had come up with an interesting strategy. The sun, which had been setting when this encounter began, was now fully beyond the horizon, and darkness had cloaked itself around the mountaintop. Oku had to use his abilities to his advantage.
So, with a plan fully in his mind, Oku began to run for a small patch of trees slightly farther down the mountain. Kasumi stood back up, knowing she'd hurt him and intent on finishing this here and now. As Oku ran down the mountain, Kasumi followed, hot on his tail...
Oku rapidly darted between the trees, seeking to confuse his enemy and cause her to lose track of where he was in the darkness.
Chapter 2: Taken in the Trees
I didn't even know I could climb trees, Oku thought with amazement. I suppose I was well-motivated. Oku could barely make out Kasumi's silhouette below him, but she was continuing to move slowly forward. Oku reached out with his mind, getting a good bead on her position and emotional state.
She's slightly concerned, Oku thought, but her confidence has never wavered. Any thoughts as to how admirable that quality was were immediately clamped down on by his animal mind, which would not, could not, allow him to think of Kasumi as anything but his prey. If she were anything more to him right now, he'd be incapable of doing what he had to do.
Oku slowly, silently made his way down to the ground... Kasumi was about six feet in front of him, still moving in the opposite direction. I don't think she knows where I am, but don't take that for granted.
Kasumi had lost sight of her would-be attacker past some leaves, and when she'd broken through the concealing branches moments later he was just gone. Damn it! Where'd he go!? She looked around quickly and didn't see him... though that didn't surprise her, here. Kasumi continued forward, hoping to catch him quickly...
Oku snuck up behind her and yanked her shorts and thong down to her knees, revealing her bare ass. Kasumi gasped, eyes wide, as she feels her shorts and panties swiftly pulled down. She lashed back at Oku with her arm as she hops and spinned-- but Oku had already rolled backwards to dodge the counterattack he knew was coming.
Kasumi pulled one leg out of her clothing to take a fighting stance again, her eyes narrowed with anger now. This was the second time he'd done that! Didn't he know she wasn't beaten yet!?
The brief fighting advantage Oku had gotten from pulling Kasumi's shorts down was gone, now... but on the other hand, that was one less thing he had to do once he had her beat. Oku saw the outrage in Kasumi's eyes and knew she was gonna retaliate, so he started darting back and forth amongst the trees for a second time, hoping once again that she'd lose sight of him.
Kasumi swiftly followed, kicking her shorts free. Damn it, he'll pay for this! As she darted after him, Kasumi contemplated how to attack him this time. Maybe another charged spearhand. If I put enough force into it, surely it'll go through his arms into his chest, won't it?
Oku sat in a tree, pondering his next move. Damn, I wish I hadn't fallen asleep in Mental Projections class when I was nine. His mother had insisted that it was important, but Oku simply hadn't seen a situation in which he would ever use that stuff. Of course, he hadn't been told about The Phase until he was thirteen... and from then on, seemingly every waking hour was devoted to studying physical attacks.
Well, maybe if he concentrated hard enough, he could use some kind of distraction. Oku still had a good grasp on Kasumi's emotional state. He used that "in", and started focusing all his thought energy into reliving the last time he and Kasumi had met... Oku dragging her into the water and raping her with quick cock thrusts into her vagina, and agonizingly slow tail thrusts into her ass. If he'd been paying attention in Mental Projections class, Kasumi would have been overwhelmed with reliving that very moment. As it was, Oku hoped that the thought, at least, would cross her mind and cause her confidence to waver momentarily.
As Kasumi searched for him, suddenly a flash of the feeling she felt before, when he took her out in the ocean, flares to life. The anger, enhancing that she felt already, the forced pleasure, the feeling of her resistances being overwhelmed. The girl shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts...but, if the creature was looking, he'd notice that her nipples were beginning to stand out underneath her thin shirt.
As it was, Oku couldn't see her well enough to notice the physical signs of her arousal. But he knew she was aroused, because that first little bit of sexual energy began to feed him-- mixed with a trace amount of fear energy. Ah, yes... soon she'll be mine... it is inevitable.
Oku smiled as he started to dismount the tree, again sneaking up behind his adversary. He intentionally breathed, ever so slightly, on her neck-- almost like a lover-- enough to let her know where he was.
As she felt his breath on her neck, Kasumi immediately dropped and spinned, her leg arcing around and up, almost vertically aiming for his chin. But Oku managed to get his hands in position to block the attack, and then he flung her leg down onto the ground. Before Kasumi could roll away, he was on top of her. Quickly, before she had a chance to roll away, Oku lowered himself on top of her... his shaft trying to gain access to her womanhood.
Oku shifted around, trying to find the correct access point. He looked into Kasumi's eyes, and was pretty sure that he saw panic in them. Then again, she was very good at not betraying her emotional state, so he may have been mistaken.
Oku found the right spot, and lodged his shaft against Kasumi's outer vaginal lips.
"Son of a bitch!" Kasumi said aloud, her anger evident, as she tried to elbow him. She wanted to roll him onto his back so she could get a good shot in. She knew that with his shaft poised at her womanhood, she had only seconds before he'd have her.
Kasumi was successful in elbowing Oku's shoulder, but when he felt her trying to roll him off, Oku held Kasumi's shoulders down with each hand.
As he began to enter her, a tear appeared in Oku's eyes, just like last time, and landed on Kasumi's soft belly. But the first time it had happened, in the ocean, there had of course been plenty of water all around them, and Kasumi probably hadn't seen it. But this time...
Dammit, Oku cursed, there's no way she missed that, unless she's blind and stupid. Oku's animal mind couldn't believe that his rational mind had broken free just long enough to show his victim a sign of weakness.
Kasumi, for her part, was massively perplexed. What the hell!?!? The thing has finally gotten me. It's holding me down and sliding its shaft into me... and now it's crying!? Kasumi was more confused than ever. But right now, she didn't have any time to worry about that. She softly sighed despite herself as his large cock slid into her tight sex.
Oku grasped Kasumi's shoulders tightly as he thrusted all the way inside her. His animal mind had pushed his rational thoughts completely aside, and was focused on savoring this moment. He enjoyed the look of confusion, fear and humiliation on Kasumi's face as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her tight pussy.
Kasumi gasped sharply as the thing slams its shaft deep inside her, all the while struggling against his grip...and feeling her body begin to react despite herself, already aroused by the thoughts of the beach...
Oku allowed himself a slight smile of satisfaction. The mental projection had done its job, obviously. Not only had he frightened and confused her, but the thought still lingered inside her mind-- and she was actually excited about having been taken like that, even though a warrior such as herself would never think about admitting it.
Oku's sharp fingernails stood poised to rip Kasumi's teal tank top off-- but for some reason he didn't fully understand at the time, he took the time instead to take it off via the traditional method-- over her head. Oku knew Kasumi would take advantage of the momentary weight shift and try to escape, so Oku immediately re-applied his full weight-- even wrapping his prehensile toes around her ankles to bind her completely to the ground.
Oku would be amazed, several minutes later, to discover that he'd spared the tank top because he thought Kasumi looked good in it, and wanted to see her wear it again in the future.
As the creature shifted its weight to pull her shirt off-- another strange thing, considering it could easily rip the fabric-- Kasumi quickly acts, but not trying to escape. Instead, as soon as her arms were free, she pivoted as much as possible and brought a hard knifehand around at his jaw, trying to shatter the bone and daze him enough to follow up, ignoring the fact that her now exposed nipples stood out proudly from her impressive bosom.
Oku's telepathic scanning barely reacted in time to warn him about Kasumi's attack and allow him to evade it by moving his head backwards. Dammit, you just about got us killed, Oku's animal instincts screamed at his rational thoughts. That's it... you're on the sideline.
Oku grabbed Kasumi's hand and forced it back down onto the ground, pressing himself completely up against her. The feel of Kasumi's silky breasts, combined with the vaguely grape floral scent of perfume-- or was that shampoo?-- was intoxicating.
Oku resumed his thrusting in earnest while using his hands and feet to keep Kasumi pinned. He even brought his tail around to torture her breasts with gentle, sensual strokes.
Kasumi sighed and softly gasped despite her resistance. She looked up at him with hate in her eyes, squirming and wriggling beneath him as he pistoned into her savagely, his tail setting a counterpoint with gentle strokes along her sensitive breasts, both obviously affecting the girl...
Oku smiled as he continued to feed off of Kasumi's sexual and fear energy. He could take advantage of this to do just about whatever he wanted, and he knew it.
Oku quickly projected a mental image of him kissing Kasumi, and Kasumi biting his tongue in response. Oku then followed that with the image of him slowly cutting her tongue off, making her feel every moment of the pain. He wanted Kasumi to know what he was about to do, and wanted her to know the consequences for resistance.
Having forced that thought in there as much as he could, Oku began to french-kiss the poor girl...
Kasumi blinked in surprise as she received the mental images... but, as usual, she was much too stubborn for her own good. Damn his threats! If he wanted to try somehting, let him, but he would not scare her into submission. As she felt the monster's tongue enter her mouth, Kasumi waited until he had got it fairly deep past the lips. Then she bit down hard, holding her teeth shut on the thing's tongue. He might try to cut my tongue off, but damn it, he'll be missing his too if he does!
The pain... gods, the pain. Oku looked at Kasumi in wide-eyed shock... he couldn't believe she'd done that. Had the mental image gone through successfully, or was she really that stupid?
Oku grabbed hold of both sides of her head and bashed it repeatedly to the hard ground below. He thought he could see Kasumi's eyes starting to glaze over. Stars danced in Kasumi's vision as the thing slams her head repeatedly against the hard ground, but she managed to keep her teeth clenched on his tongue.
Then Oku's rational mind popped in. May I make a friendly suggestion? Oku grabbed hold of Kasumi's nose tightly. As he pinched her nose, she stubbornly refused to release him, until blackness started to creep in around the edges of her vision, just clearing from before. Finally, she opens her jaw and gasps deeply, her lips stained with the creature's blood. Quickly Oku re-asserted his weight on the girl. No more games.
Oku rolled the both of them to the side, careful to keep an extremely tight grip on Kasumi's naked body. He held her just as closely as he had the first time he'd taken her... hard enough to make it difficult for her to breathe. Then Oku brought his tail around and shoved it roughly into Kasumi's ass. Kasumi's eyes widened as his tail plunges into her ass, and she squirmed ever harder, for all the good it would do her.
Oku finally broke out into a wide-mouthed grin. She was his, now... there was no way for her to escape.
Oku kept his thrusting into Kasumi's pussy agonizingly slow, while he pounded her ass like a madman with his tail. After thirty seconds of that, he alternated the speeds-- banging Kasumi's wet vagina for all he was worth, while gradually pushing his tail in and out of her ass.
Kasumi's sighs turned quickly to moans as he slammed into her wet womanhood, thrusting his tail into her stretched anus, the varying pace only heightening the sensation (much to her chagrin).
Oku quickly withdrew both his cock and tail, rolled around so he was behind Kasumi, and slammed his cock into her ass for the first time-- not releasing his grip long enough to allow Kasumi to get away.
After a few seconds of pounding his shaft into her anus, he brought his tail around and penetrated her extremely hot, wet pussy.
Oku continued his thrusting (heavy with his tail, slow with his cock) as some far-away, less animalistic part of his brain enjoyed the sensation he got from feeling Kasumi's bare back against his chest. Of course, her back had some grass stains on it, and smelled a little bit like the ground... but it felt so wonderful.
Again, for a reason he didn't understand, he began kissing the back of Kasumi's neck. His tail and shaft were performing their job admirably, and he knew that Kasumi couldn't hold out much longer.
Kasumi's breath came faster now, as the heat within her built, every thrust adding fuel to the fire of her developing climax. Oh, he'll pay for this. Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky! Oh yes, next time...
Oku groaned as he thrusted hard with both shaft and tail... he was about to come, and he could tell Kasumi was, too.
Kasumi couldn't hold back any longer, her back arching of its own volition as a powerful climax crashed through her, setting every nerve aglow with burning ecstasy. And she hated herself for it, as she always did whenever she gave in to the creatures' manipulations. Damn it! Why does my body always betray me like this?!
Oku could feel that Kasumi was coming by how dampened his tail had become. Thank God he didn't have any body hair, or he'd have to bathe himself in order to get the smell of Kasumi's pussy off of him. Not that he'd want to.
Oku continued thrusting for another thirty seconds or so before he finally found his own release. Kasumi panted loudly, and finally Oku shot several jets of his cum up into Kasumi's ass.
Chapter 3: A Near-Fatal Error
Oku's Need had been fulfilled, and his animal instincts had left him again. Forgetting himself for a little while, he sensually spooned up next to Kasumi, loving the feeling of her sweaty back against his equally sweaty chest. It was almost like what he'd done with Rokella after their first time.
Unbeknownst to him, Kasumi was using the time she was given to recover her strength and bide her time to strike when he's least prepared. She thought only things concerning wanting him to leave, feeling violated and such, since now she knew about his telepathic ability.
Oku's eyes widened... he'd been fantasizing! This is not Rokella, he told himself. You can't do the same things you'd do with her. You just violated this poor girl, for Herkusha's sake, you sick bastard!
A wave of revulsion washed over Oku. I think I'm going to be sick. Oku rose to his feet and turned, facing away from Kasumi, and allowed numerous tears to streak down his face. Why can't I control myself? I'm no better than an animal.
In his emotionally vulnerable state, Oku didn't realize that he'd made a really bad decision by taking his eyes off of Kasumi...
The warrior within Kasumi inwardly grinned as she silently rose to her feet, the creature's back turned. Outwardly, her face was a mask of rage...soon to be taken out on the thing whose seed still fills her ass. He was even standing facing the cliff. Kasumi couldn't ask for a better opportunity. Putting her remaining energy into her strike, saving just enough for a quick defense if this should fail, Kasumi's palms lashed out at the Troptophan's back, the blow meant to send him flying more than do much damage. One hand aimed for the small of his back, the other just between his shoulder blades.
Oku didn't even realize what had happened until his face hit the dirt. Dammit... you should have been paying attention! The blow to the small of his back had hurt quite a bit, but more importantly it had sent him sprawling five feet closer to the cliff's edge. The cliff was still about fifty feet away, but Oku understood that Kasumi was standing between him and safety.
Oku pushed up with his palms and toes, rolling into a defensive position. He'd moved another couple of feet closer to the cliff, but that couldn't be helped... Oku knew he had to defend himself as much as he could, and hopefully Kasumi would make a mistake and he'd be able to capitalize and escape.
Kasumi rushed on as if nothing had been done to her, as if she was freshly rested and ready for a fight. The girl's stamina was amazing, but anyone who watched her for long could easily see why, with the amount of work she put into maintaining it. She attacked with a flurry of quick spearhands, aiming at his legs and shoulders so he'd be forced to dodge back instead of blocking, or take what could esily be her stabbing fingers in his flesh...
Shit. Spearhands. Oku didn't know if Kasumi was putting her full amount of energy into them or not, but he couldn't take the risk. The last thing I need is for her to slice the hell out of my legs. It's gonna be hard enough escaping as it is.
And she was aiming at his shoulders, too? Oku was astonished at the girl's ability. Oku didn't have the faintest idea what to block against, so he started moving backward instinctually, doing whatever he could do put some distance between himself and Kasumi. But a warning creeped up in the back of his mind... the cliff is fast approaching, kid.
Kasumi inwardly smiled as Oku backed toward the cliff's edge, making sure to keep herself between him and escape, so he'd have nowhere else to go. She bided her time, waiting until he's close enough to the edge to execute the final stage of her plan of attack.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit!
Oku could feel the telltale gravel by the cliff's edge, and knew that he was within about ten feet of coming to a rather unceremonious end. And when Oku looked in Kasumi's eyes, he saw no mercy in them. Strange. I tried to be gentle whenever my instincts weren't ruling my mind, Oku thought. But I guess she couldn't see past the actual "assault" part. Not that Oku could really blame her. On Troptopha, rape was punishable by death, and the form of execution reserved for punishment was perhaps the most brutal execution method conceived by sentient beings.
Oku had seen one of his school classmates put to death in such a manner. His arms, legs and tail had been strapped to a machine called the cha'to, which held all five limbs as tightly as they could stretch. They were all bound by ropes attached to a small post. When an axe was put through the post, the five ropes viciously released simultaneously, ripping all five limbs from their sockets. Oku could still remember the boy's screams, and it had almost come to a relief when a sword was thrust through his heart, ending that nightmare.
Troptophans found rape, except for purposes of The Phase, to be the most reprehensible crime imaginable. It was why he'd been dropped off on Earth in the first place-- they didn't particularly care if other species got raped.
Yet Oku knew that he had done wrong, and the fact that he'd been forced to do it wasn't a legitimate excuse in his mind. He knew he deserved to die, and that Kasumi would be more than happy to handle that job herself. He simply wished he could have spent one more night with Rokella, that was all.
Oku watched Kasumi very carefully, bracing himself for the attack that would likely end his life.
Now! Kasumi set for a vicious blow, a double punch directed high and low on his chest. Even if he should block, it should send him over the edge, for Kasumi had put her remaining ki into the strike. Her fists flew out like lightning, giving him insufficient time to evade the blow.
Oh, gods, I didn't think it would end like this! The strike from Kasumi's two fists was powerful and true, hitting just below Oku's neck and in his stomach with terrifying finality. Oku started flying backwards, and realized that this was it-- he was now officially falling to his death. Good-bye, Rokella... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.
Kasumi watched with a slight grin as the Troptophan flew off the edge of the cliff, no longer supported on solid ground. I've finally beaten one of them! I've stopped him from hurting her or anyone else ever again! But a seed of guilt formed in her as she watched him begin his descent. Why this one? This one had shown kindness to her, even if only after he was through with her. He'd shown remorse, unlike the others.
As he fell, Oku looked for something-- anything-- to grab ahold of to stop himself from coming to a messy conclusion. Somehow, his fingers managed to catch the edge of a lower ledge, about five feet below the cliff he'd just been knocked off of.
Oku grabbed hold of it with both hands and held on for dear life... but his lower body had gone numb, and he couldn't get his legs or tail to move and get himself up. Worse, he saw Kasumi looming over him, and he was certain she was about to finish the job...
Kasumi leapt down onto the ledge to finish him off. Damn it! How had he managed to catch that ledge, anyway? She looked down at him with that same, triumphant look, her victory merely delayed, as she considered how best to knock him off without being pulled off herself.
Oku looked up at Kasumi, fear reflected in his eyes. Kasumi was looking at him with a predatory gleam, the self-satisfaction of a beast that knew she had her prey beaten, and was simply trying to think of the best way to end the fun.
At least she won't eat me or feed me to her cubs. Oku had to shake his head at that bizarre tangent. It was amazing, the thoughts that went through his mind as he faced death. He thought about Rokella, and about how she had a lot in common with Kasumi. There's that same fire in their eyes, Oku decided. Their physical form is even similar... they have the same toned chest, the same perfect breasts, even the same small-but-not-too-small feet. Oku regretted all the things that he'd done to Kasumi, and prayed that one day, she'd find it in her heart to forgive him. Although what could inspire that to happen, Oku didn't know.
I just wish she could have understood, Oku thought. It was as fitting a final thought as any. At least he was beaten by a warrior. He would remember to honor her in the afterlife, telling everyone the story of how the valiant warrior, Kasumi Mirumoto, had defeated him despite all odds.
Oku closed his eyes, and prayed that it would all be over soon-- briefly wondering if he'd die before he hit the ground, or upon impact.
As Kasumi saw the fear in the thing's eyes, the regret...the humanity, the seed of guilt bloomed full. What am I doing!? She'd beaten him, and she knew it, and he knew it. Whatever he'd done to her, if she went through with this, sent him falling to his death, she'd be no better. Kneeling and leaning back against the cliff to keep herself on the narrow ledge, Kasumi did something she never thought in all her months here she'd even contemplate. She reached down and firmly grasps the creature's arm, just above his wrist (toward his elbow). Leaning back with all her weight, she pulled as hard as she can, unsure if she was strong enough to lift him to the ledge but sure that she had to try. For if she didn't, how could she ever face her friends, her family... herself... ever again?
Oku felt, rather than saw, Kasumi grab his arm-- because he didn't want to see the attack that would signify the end of his life. She was starting to pull him up by his right forearm-- no doubt she'd sever his arm with a savage spearhand. If that's the way it's gonna be.
Wait... why is she still pulling me up? Oku opened his eyes and saw Kasumi straining with all her might to get him back on the ledge. This simply does not make sense, Oku thought. But he wasn't about to curse good fortune. Oku reached out with his other arm, hoping that Kasumi was genuinely pulling him up and not just setting him up for something...
Kasumi took Oku's left arm with her own, her arms crossing at her forearms as she strained to pull him up. All the while her thoughts raced. The warrior in her screamed to finish him off, but she couldn't, couldn't allow her instincts to take over now. How would she explain this to her friends if the thing should attack them? How could she explain letting it fall-- no, sending it-- to its death after her revelation? There was no easy answer, but Kasumi's mind is made up. She wouldn't become what she hates; wouldn't just sit idly by as the thing falls to the rocks below, or worse, speed its doom.
Oku realized that Kasumi didn't quite possess the brute strength she needed to help him up all the way. So Oku's tail began massaging his cramped legs into working. Finally freed from their fear-induced paralysis, Oku started swinging his legs towards the bottom of the ledge. His feet touched the underside of the ledge, and he quickly extracted his small toe claws, anchoring himself a little bit. With that extra bit of leverage, Kasumi was finally successful in helping him up all the way. Now what? Oku wondered. Does she want to prolong my death even longer? That didn't quite ring true... but surely she hadn't just saved his life, had she?
As the Troptophan reached the ledge next to her, only about a foot and a half wide, she watched him warily. Just because she'd saved him didn't mean she was safe. Far from it. On such a narrow ledge, the mobility she depended on would be denied her, and she was nearly out of energy, only having enough to perhaps land one moderately powerful hit. Standing there, completely exposed before him, she watched and waited, unsure whether she should prepare for battle once more or if that would provoke him.
What would she do if he attacks her now? Surely he was strong enough to throw her beyond the ledge if he wishes, and there's not much she can do about it if he decides to. But who's to say? Parhaps he would instead take his frustrations out on her as before, forcing himself on her. He might even be angry enough to rape her until her body simply couldn't take anymore...
Kasumi's wariness was matched in kind by Oku. Oku looked up and down her gloriously naked (albeit dirty and scratched) form, looking for any sign of deception. He took a moment to tele-scan her-- he simply had to know her intentions.
Yes, she deliberately saved me, Oku realized, and the shock became apparent on his face. But she's not letting me know why. Maybe she's not even fully conscious of it herself.
She has to know that she's left herself very vulnerable to any number of things, Oku realized. Oku could just as easily pitch her off the cliff, or force her onto the ground and rape her again and again. What she didn't know-- what she couldn't know-- is that with his rational mind in control, he had absolutely no intention of doing anything to hurt her.
Oku stepped back onto the initial ledge, about to walk away. But inside his mind, his mother scolded him all the way from Troptopha. (Well, she wasn't literally actively scolding him, but Oku was envisioning what she'd taught him as a boy.) "It's a sign of poor upbringing not to help a lady up," she would have said, "and if you ever forget your manners, you're going to make everyone think your mother didn't raise you the right way, and that'll reflect poorly on me." In Oku's home, if Mama wasn't happy, neither was anyone else-- and her powerful forms of mental projection saw to that.
So, still bracing himself for an attack, Oku politely offered a hand to Kasumi, even though she certainly didn't need his help to get back up to the top of the mountain.
Kasumi's face showed her confusion, her eyes blinking in shock. After a moment's hesitation, she cautiously extended her hand to him, bracing for the attack she knew was coming. After all, she had just nearly killed him, and he couldn't have forgiven her... monsters never did. Then again, he's not a typical monster. Human or not, he displayed humanity. As soon as she was standing on the cliff once more, Kasumi took a half step back, staring at him for a long moment, trying to discern his motives even as her own were utterly unclear.
Finish her, finish her, finish her, Oku's animal mind demanded. She's never again going to show this kind of weakness.
You shut the hell up, Oku's core personality retorted. Oku took Kasumi's hand and helped her up, just like a true gentleman. His mother would have been proud. Of course, she would have immediately demanded that he help dust Kasumi off... but given the circumstances of what had transpired between them earlier, and Kasumi's naked state, Oku figured he could make an exception in this case.
Oku looked deeply into Kasumi's eyes once more... and bizarrely, Oku actually thought about kissing her. But not like he'd kissed her before, not like another act of violation.
Oku turned away, ashamed. No, Oku thought. You can't... for many different reasons. Oku stood there for a moment, and then started walking down the mountain, careful not to look back at Kasumi... but cautious enough to keep a telepathic bead on where she was, just in case.
Kasumi held his gaze silently, tensed for action but unmoving, not wanting to provoke another fight. She might beat him, true, but what would be the point? She'd had him beaten and saved him, so fighting him more would make that a pointless exercise, and she genuinely believed that she's done the right thing, whatever the consequences down the road may be. As he left, the girl let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, closing her eyes, but keeping her same position. Her thoughts were a tumult, and they wouldn't be any clearer back in her dorm or anywhere else.