Zoofic - Caring Part 2
A few more weeks passed, and Marta continued to allow Edward to sleep with her at night. She really thought it was time to try to entice him back into his enclosure, but he had steadfastly avoided it since the night Ling left, and she wasn't strong enough to resist his sad eyes when he looked toward his former room.
Marta went in early, and sat reading in bed; after a little while, Ed wandered in. He shrugged off his brown coat-pelt and his vest, toed off his shoes and sat on the side of the bed for a bit. He leaned over and slowly, and what he must have thought was subtly, wormed his way into her lap. She dropped her hand to his head and began to stroke his hair, and he started to purr. Eventually Marta set her book aside, turned off the bedside light, and slid down into the bed. Ed's head traveled to her shoulder then, as he lay on his side and molded to her as she lay on her back.
“Sleepy? You were up early yesterday,” she murmured at him, turning her face and kissing his forehead. “You want to ride into town with me tomorrow?”
Ed grunted softly and didn't make an affirmative noise one way or the other. He continued to purr, and his arm stretched across her. He turned and pressed his nose against her shoulder and inhaled deeply. Marta reached down and rubbed his arm where it lay across her stomach. Ed made a little pleased sound; his purr became deeper, and his nose traveled from her shoulder to her neck. They lay like that for a while and Ed's purr was very comforting, Marta began to feel sleepy and she yawned, and stretched a little. Ed moved again, hitching up against her; she felt his nose trace her shoulder blade, and his hand began to knead her side.
“You trying to put me to sleep?” Marta joked drowsily. “You're doing a good job.”
What Ed did next jerked her into full awareness. Ed thrust his hips against her own. He thrust and he rubbed, and there was arousal evident.
He was aroused. Marta's eyes were open and she stared at the darkened ceiling not sure what to do. After he initial thrust and rub he'd gone still, as if he, too, were waiting for a reaction. When nothing was forthcoming he did it again, and this time he made a little questioning noise and pulled a bit on Marta's side.
What should she do? What could she do? She wasn't Edward's mate, she couldn't take care of this need for him. But Ed obviously didn't see it this way. His nose touched her chin and then, lightly, softly, so did his lips. He pressed them there, then parted them; she felt the tip of his tongue on the underside of her chin. Ed thrust again lightly against her hip and rubbed himself up and down, and Marta could feel his erection easily through his pants.
What do I do?
Ed was asking for sex, he was asking for a need he had acquired through his mating with Ling. Ed liked sex, it was obvious, he was vocal and not at all shy about where he let Ling mount him.
“Ed,” Marta whispered and licked her lips. “Ed, what are you doing?”
Ed answered with a soft chirrup and his purr reached a new level of depth and warmth. He began to mouth her chin, and then lower on her neck. His fingers dug and kneaded her side, and he rocked himself against her with a growing rhythm. He pulled back to make a few adorable noises, always the sounds ending on a high note. He was questioning, he was asking. He wanted to know if he was desirable. He wanted to be touched.
She should stop him. She should make him leave the bed and return to his enclosure. But what would that accomplish? He always took rejection in any form very hard and this was... this was delicate. This was Ed's self-esteem, his hard-won ego. She rubbed his arm and tried to figure out just what the hell she was going to do, but Ed suddenly caught her hand and pulled it, and he placed it on his crotch. He held it there, and arched into it.
oh my god
Marta tried to see his eyes in the darkness; she didn't move her hand, but she didn't pull it away from him either. Maybe if she feigned ignorance he would give up. But his purr surged and he gasped, and ground his cock against her palm. His sounds turned pleading and throaty. Ed had been deprived for the whole of his life, and when he'd finally found happiness it was taken from him again. Marta had been his constant companion, his parent, his playmate and practically his sibling. Why shouldn't Marta fill this other role that he'd had and lost when she filled all the others?
He's worked himself up. If I do this...if I relieve this then maybe that will satisfy him and he won't think of it again. I can keep him distracted, start trying to coax him to sleep in his enclosure again.
Ed whimpered and pushed his face under her chin, and sobbed with frustration as he humped her hand. Marta pulled her hand away suddenly and Ed cried out; he pulled his face from beneath her chin and leaned up on his elbow, looking down at her. She could see the wounded expression there.
“Wait Ed, wait a minute.” She had no mating oil in her bedroom, so instead she pulled open the drawer of her bedside table and took out a tube of hand lotion she had there. She got some in her palm and then turned toward him. Ed made a lush sound and flopped onto his back. She listened as he undid his pants and felt the bed shake as he wiggled out of them.
I'm not forcing anything on him, he's asking for this, he wants this.
Marta hesitated and Ed made a desperate pleading noise in his throat as she scooted up against his side. She reached down slowly and tunneled his cock in her hand, and he moaned and sighed, turned and pressed his face to her chest.
She was just taking care of him again, that's all. Ed had a lot of special needs and this was just something else she had to take care of, something he couldn't do on his own. But he could do it on his own, (and she'd caught him at it a few times before Ling ever came to live with them), but he didn't want to. He wanted his mate, and his mate was gone because she couldn't stop it. So yes, she should take care of this tonight, but explain to him in the morning that she couldn't do it again.
Being a dedicated individual didn't leave a lot of time for a woman of Marta's age to date. But in her own limited experience Ed felt like a man. He was hard in her palm and hot, yet his skin was almost velvety. He panted against her throat, made low sounds of appreciation and thrust up with his hips.
Marta swallowed and closed her eyes, tightened her grip a bit and picked up the pace. Ed cried out in enthusiasm, purred like a lawn mower. Ed was innocent of this; Ed didn't know any better. He didn't know that what he was asking for would be considered wrong, disgusting even to the humans around him. Ed only wanted pleasure and to feel what his lost mate used to make him feel.
Marta half squawked when Ed's arm dropped over her neck. Her eyes widened when he pulled her face down to his, and she was stunned to silence when he kissed her. He tasted like apples, his lips were warm and soft, and he moaned softly against her lips as he kissed her. He felt human, there was nothing alien or foreign about him. His scent was like a human's, he stood upright, he had opposable thumbs, he could read for god's sake! He pulled back panting and he whined, and Marta understood and she just did it ... she stroked him faster again and Ed gasped and his hips jerked upwards hard and he came with a half strangled shout, holding the arch for a long moment before collapsing back to the bed. He chirruped, his purr never stopping; he made small happy sounds and murmured Marta's name...not the sound he'd made for her all these years, he murmured her name.
Marta released him, rolled away and got out of the bed, retreated into the adjoining bathroom and ignored his lazy questioning noises. She shut the door and went to the sink, turned the hot water on full blast and left her hand under it until it was red and she couldn't take it anymore. She slowly turned the faucet off and looked up at herself in the bathroom mirror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh, cry or be sick. Ed called to her from the bedroom and she shut her eyes for a moment; then she got a wash cloth, wet it and went out to take care of Ed, because that is what she did best. She took care of Ed.
**
The next morning she left him sleeping. He'd cuddled against her all night...he had been happy. She fed the Mustang and went to her office, looking for something, anything to distract her from replaying it over and over again in her head. It wasn't long before he leaned in the doorway, and he was clean and dressed...he'd even put his hair into a ponytail. She made herself smile at him.
“Are you hungry?” she asked. He grinned, looked at her again and then pushed off the door and headed for the kitchen. She got up to follow him. He hovered and wanted to help make his own food and she let him. He wanted to be close and he kept finding excuses to touch her arm and her back and her hands. He even kissed her shoulder a time or two.
He's courting, he's courting me. How do I explain I can't be his mate? How do I tell him that there is no one for him? How do I do that?
He ate, and kept trying to feed bites to her. Finally she took a strawberry from his fingers and he chirruped and smiled. He seemed happy to follow her about. When the mail came he was happy to sort through the junk mail, and thrilled to be given a magazine, with which he flopped about happily on the couch. It was quiet, it was like a normal day. Ed would check in on her then go to do his own thing for a while, then he would check back. Just like he always had in the past. Ed was recovering.
When he followed her to bed that night he undressed completely, crawled in and fluffed pillows and made himself right at home. When Marta got her t-shirt and sleep pants and went to change in the bathroom, he blinked at her in the light from the bedside table. When she came back he made all kinds of husky, happy sounds. When she got in bed and turned off the lights, he pressed himself against her, and mouthed her ear and purred into it.
When he asked to be touched she didn't deny him, and when he lay panting and purring with the smile on his face she knew she would do nothing to jeopardize his chances of recovery, even if it meant being a much of a mate to him as she possibly could.
**
He began asking during the daylight hours and in places other than the bed, and Marta became a little alarmed. Ed was taking their 'mating' to heart, acting as he did with Ling, but since she never initiated he had too. It was also becoming evident he was a little puzzled by the fact all he was getting were handjobs. He'd look at her so expectantly and when she'd grip him it almost looked as if he would protest, but he shut his mouth. It was sadly comical. He always came with a lusty wail, always purred, and had started to pet on her after sex.
But she never volunteered anything but her hand, and finally one night he backed away. She looked up at him and his eyes widened, chirruping and seeming distressed about something. Ed grabbed her hand and kissed it, then spit out some of the mating oil that had been on it. Ed sucked his lip and wiggled all around and looked adorable. His cheeks reddened and he reached up and laid his hand on the back of her neck, giving her a little pull and ducking his head to look in her eyes.
Marta hesitated, resisted the pull, and Ed pulled out all the stops. His eyes went soft, his purr hitched up, he wet his lips and pressed himself to her. He released her neck and instead rubbed her sides, rubbed his cheek on her chest, nosed a breast. Marta turned away and Ed made a soft cry, murmuring her name. She looked at him and he flopped onto his back and cooed, pushing at the sheets and stretching. Ed was lovely and yes, she liked to look at him and he knew it. He reached up and brushed her lips with his fingertips and made a soft sound, throaty with the right touch of pleading.
Ed had made her the dominant as Ling had been. Ed worked at making himself appealing and he was so very appealing. She leaned over him and he made a excited sound and kicked the sheet away. Leaning down slowly, she touched the tip of her nose to his chest. He chirruped softly and mumbled to her in his soft, almost sing-song language as he purred. She kissed his chest once, lightly, and he shivered and reached up to touch her head, making questioning sounds as he slid one of his heels in on the bed, bending his knee. She kissed him again, a little lower, and he groaned and rubbed her head a little, gave it a little push.
Ed was smooth and warm, his stomach muscles jumping under her lips; he murmured to her again, sounding a bit impatient. She wasn't going to allow him to rush her, however. She had to take this slow...she had to build up her nerve. Ed wiggled his butt against the bed, and then leaned suddenly. She felt his lips through her pajama bottoms as he kissed the side of her thigh. She paused just below his navel, where the first bare traces of golden curls started. Ed whimpered, arching his hips up a bit, and she looked at his erection. He looked like a human male. He was formed like a human male. Looking at the bed of golden curls that framed his erection, she slowly lifted her hand and ran her finger the length of it; he sobbed and shivered, twisted his head to the side. She palmed his balls - they were hot and tight and felt like satin. Ed was beautiful, desirable, and everything anyone could want in a mate. He was affectionate and giving, he was gentle and loving. He had a profound sense of humor and bright eyed curiosity for the world around him. He was a good mate...he needed a good mate. When she touched her lips to the head of his cock, he rumble-purred loudly, and his knees fell open.
She almost choked twice because of Ed's enthusiastic responses. He kept thrusting up as she gripped the base of his cock and slid her mouth down it's length. He cried out, her name and other things, he clawed the sheets under him and he yearned up to her with his whole being. How could she not answer that? She wasn't very experienced in this type of pleasure but Ed didn't seem to mind. He panted harshly, he sobbed and gnashed his teeth and after just a little of what she considered very inept sucking he came. It was bitter and salty, and based on her own past experiences, he tasted no different from a human male. He sobbed pitifully for a bit right after and lay sprawled, his hair trailing over his face from all the head tossing. Then he blinked his eyes open and looked at her, smiling and reaching for her, and she let him pull her against his chest. Listened to him chirrup and purr and wondered just when she'd started losing her mind.
**
She woke up first the next morning, and looked at him sleeping beside her. He looked calm and serene, and very much like the adult Elric that he truly wasn't. As she lay watching him he stirred, blinked his eyes open and then smiled at her. He stretched and yawned and smacked his lips, and reached out to touch her lips with his fingertips. Murmuring to her, he smiled a lot and nuzzled up close. After a bit of petting from Marta he went all bedroom-eyed, and abruptly rolled over and presented her with his back. Marta wasn't sure what he was doing but he wiggled back against her, so her chest was pressed to his back and then...he nestled his rump into her crotch and made a coy chirrup as he wiggled it.
She couldn't help it, she just couldn't help it... she laughed. Here Ed was, offering in the most adorable fashion to bottom for her and he didn't realize she didn't have the proper equipment. He looked over his shoulder at her, brows dipping in confusion and he grumbled. Marta patted his bare hip and pressed her face to the back of his shoulder and laughed again. Ed growled a bit and butted his rump against her again, as if she wasn't getting it.
“Ed, I can't,” she said through all her mirth. “I am so flattered you want me too, but I can't.” She reached over and rubbed his bare stomach, then pulled him onto his back. “Oh, don't pout...this is going to be a difficult concept to explain. Look at me. Ed, look at me.”
Ed turned sullen golden eyes on her and she smiled and pushed his bangs back.
“Ed is a boy,” Marta said, touching his chest, “I am a girl.” She pulled back and touched her own chest. “Don't you see the difference? You don't have breasts.” Marta stroked over Ed's nipples and he grinned and wiggled; then she ran her hand over her breasts. “See? You don't have breasts and I do.” Ed eyed them. He'd touched them quite a few times since they started sleeping together, but usually Marta would turn over or push his hand away.
Marta skimmed her fingers over his stomach, stroked his cock and Ed made a happy sound and lifted his hips.
“You have a cock because you are a boy,” she said to him, “but I don't have a cock, because I'm a girl.” She took her fingers away and he snorted. She took Ed's hand, took a deep breath, then pressed his palm against her mon.
“See Ed? I'm different,” she said and studied the ceiling.
Ed made a sound of interest. Pulling his hand from hers, he touched Marta again through her sleep pants. He patted, then turned onto his side, scooting closer and making the same kind of sound as the one he made when he found a good place in a book that he wanted to bookmark. He stuck his fingers between her legs and pressed upwards; Marta made a half-startled sound and started to squirm away. But Edward was tenacious and intelligent, and kept probing at this place that made Marta make sounds like that. Marta started to reach for his hand but he raised it, hooked his fingers under the waistband of her sleep pants and pulled them out, trying to peer down them. He looked up at her, his face clearly registering disappointment.
“I hope that's because I have on underwear and not because I don't have a dick,” Marta said to him. “I never thought I'd have to apologize for not having a dick.”
Ed tugged on her sleep pants, making an aggravated sound, and...why not? She let him tug them down and she kicked them off. He stared at her cotton underwear and ran a finger over it, and once again shoved his fingers between her legs and pressed upwards. He grinned when she gasped again, and her eyes widened as he started to push her underwear up into her.
“Ed stop that.” She made another grab for his wrist, but he jerked his hand away and held it away, just looking at her, until she lowered her hand again. He reached up and took the waistband of her underwear in his fingers; once again, she let him wiggle them down and kicked them off. His eyebrows raised, his mouth pulled down at the corner and he looked up at her like somehow all this strangeness was her fault.
“I told you, I'm a girl and I'm not an Elric, I'm a human,” she pointed at him. “You are an Elric and you are a boy and there are no girl Elrics so I'm not surprised you seem surprised.”
Ed watched her face as she spoke, and when she stopped he patted her again and then looked down at himself and then at her again. He flopped onto his back with a snort and sighed heavily.
“Well, I'm very sorry I'm sure,” she said. “But in the human world I wouldn't be on top, unless the guy wanted me to be and even though I'd be on top I still wouldn't be on top,” Marta suddenly felt self-conscious and dragged the sheet up. “Look, aren't you hungry? I have to get up and feed the Mustang anyways.”
Ed just waved his hand and remained sprawled, but Marta got up, pulled her sleep pants back on without bothering with her underwear, and stepped into her slippers. She went to take care of her morning chores and ended up bringing Ed fruit and toast for breakfast in bed.
“You are spoiled,” she told him, and sat down beside him as he sat up to eat her offerings. After he'd finished he set the plate on the floor, and suddenly grabbed Marta, toppling them both back into the bed. He turned around again and offered again, but this time he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his bare hip.
“What are you...” she asked, but Ed pushed her hand over his butt, and she got it. “Oh god Ed, I don't know, for one I don't know what I'm doing and for two I'm not sure I want to use my fingers...there.”
Ed whined and wiggled and looked over his shoulder at her, making doe eyes. Marta smiled and leaned to kiss his shoulder, slipping her hand back over his hip and down between his legs. He grunted.
“You don't want a handjob?” she asked, stroking him lightly, and he sighed a very put upon sigh. “Ok, ok...just...just wait right here. I can't believe I'm doing this.” Marta got up and went in the bathroom, where she opened up a vanity drawer and pulled out an old make-up bag. She took a deep breath and unzipped it, pulling out a cylinder that was long and white, slightly pointed a the tip and had more girth near the bottom. Naturally the batteries no longer worked, so she took them out and then she scrubbed the thing good and hard with soap under very hot water. She screwed the base back on and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
“This is seriously fucked up,” she said to her mirror self. “Not only do I jerk him off and now I've blown him...I'm going to...I'm going to...” she couldn't even say it. “You know the really bad part of this? I'm think I'm starting to enjoy it and that's bad isn't it? Ed has no idea what he's doing to me with this and I should have stopped it before it started, but I didn't. Why didn't I stop it that very first night? I told myself Ed would not be able to handle the rejection. That is what I told myself and I believe that. But now, now it's gone on and he's made me into Ling. Look at me, I'm Ling...I've even secured a cock, plastic not withstanding.” Marta shook her head. “I don't know what's more insane, the fact I'm going to do this or the fact I want to do this.” She started to leave the bathroom but came back to the mirror for one more jab. “I like to watch him enjoy it...he's beautiful.” Then she turned and walked back into the bedroom, where Ed cooed to her from the bed.
She crawled up onto the bed with him, crawled over him, and he smiled up at her and eagerly raised himself up on his elbows to kiss her when she lowered her lips. She eased off and lay on her side beside him; she had to turn to snag the bottle of mating oil that had become a permanent resident of the bedside table. Ed watched her lube up the strange white thing in her hand and then put the bottle back. Moving up against him, she nudged him with her knee, and he looked at her a moment before happily rolling onto his side and wiggling back against her. Marta took several deep breaths...then she lightly stroked up the cleft of Ed's ass; Ed groaned and sighed, and lifted his leg to give her more access. She touched his anus curiously, watched him shudder and lick his lips. Then she steeled herself and pressed the first joint of her finger into him.
He tilted his head back and chirruped in delight, trying to push back to take more. She let him be her guide, and soon her finger was buried. He was warm and a little tight, and she just tried not to think about it. It was the same with the second finger. Her logical and clinical mind knew Edward had to be stretched before he could have intercourse, so she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and opened and closed her fingers a few times. Ed showed his appreciation with soft sounds and deep purring. There was great protest when she judged him ready and removed her fingers, but it was silenced by the introduction of something, hard, smooth and slightly cool. Ed looked over his shoulder, trying to see down his own back as Marta gently eased the vibrator into him. His eyes darted up to hers and back down; then he turned his head away and dragged a pillow over so he could bite it. Marta watched him, and moved the vibrator once, carefully, in and out. Ed tossed his head back and groaned, a deep sound that seem to come from his belly, and then he leaned down to bite the pillow again.
Marta started out very slowly, in and out. Ed savaged the pillow and shuddered for a bit, but then he began pushing back against it. Soon he was really showing his appreciation, having gotten his knees under him, and Marta had to get up on her knees as well. He kept murmuring, giving instructions she was sure but she couldn't understand him, and so she just pumped it faster. Inspiration struck, and she reached beneath him to grip his erection. Ed seemed to spasm all over, she felt him come into her hand, shaking hard.
She waited until his shaking had stopped before she pulled the vibrator out and tossed it onto the floor beside the bed. Ed collapsed down to the mattress with a rattling groan. He just lay there, panting, and Marta ran her hand down his back as he warbled at her.
She'd done it. She gripped Ed's shoulder to roll him onto his back, and he blinked up at her, flushed and sweaty. His golden hair was stuck to his forehead and cheeks, and he licked his lips and said something rather hoarsely, and then started purring. She lowered herself beside him, and he gave a mighty effort and heaved up onto his side to press against her. She kissed his temple and his ear, and rubbed his back, and he soon fell asleep.
He was remarkably like a human male in every respect.
**
Marta started looking forward to evenings. Sometimes she turned in deliberately early, just so she could watch Ed undress and crawl naked into her bed. She still wore her pajamas but Ed always stripped bare, and then he always crawled right up onto her and made himself available. He was such an incredibly sexy thing. Yes, he was sexy, there was no denying it even to herself. He was all lean muscle and definition, and he flushed beautifully. She liked to touch him now just to hear his sounds. In some perverse way, she even liked that she was the dominant, that he always deferred to her, he always moved himself against her hands; he always sought his pleasure from her.
Even now he lay panting and glowing in the dull beside light, purring and making his small noises of satisfaction. Marta had procured fresh batteries for the vibrator, and he liked that very much. She would start him off by stroking him and teasing him, sucking his nipples and stretching him, then she'd make him lie on his back. She'd press the vibrator in and turn it on, and she'd just watch him. The emotions and expressions that played over his face, the way his stomach muscles would tighten and contract, the way his cock bounced as he tried to satisfy himself, thrusting against the vibrator she held lightly in place. She let him get to the begging point before moving to bring him off, and even then she did it at her own pace despite his frantic cries. He never came until she gripped his cock, and that, too, was incredible. She always came away wet, with her nipples aching. Laying on her back beside him with her arm over her eyes, she listened to him pant.
She skimmed her free hand over one breast lightly, and moaned a little herself. Then there was a sudden warmth and weight over that breast; she uncovered her eyes and looked at Ed. He was still flushed, but he'd reached out to touch her when she'd made the sound. His palm was warm, and it made the nipple ache and that, of course, shot straight into her groin. Ed tilted his head at her, rubbing his hand back and forth over her breast, his eyes darting back to her face when she sucked in a breath. Scooting closer to her, on his side, he pushed up on his elbow and kept slowly rubbing her breast, back and forth.
“Ed,” she said shakily. “It's ok, you want to sleep? Cuddle up and let's go to sleep.” But Ed frowned at her, then lifted his hand and inspected the nipple straining against the cloth of her t-shirt. When he touched it directly, it jolted her and she jerked, so he pinched it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Marta sucked in her lower lips and squeezed her eyes shut. It felt wonderful...and why shouldn't she get just a little back of what she gave? She'd often seen Ed touching Ling. Ed knew how to reciprocate. But she'd never encouraged it, never felt she had the place. She took care of Ed, not the other way around. Ed's fingers left her nipple, and she felt a little sorry but sighed, but then Ed's hand was on her stomach...and then lower.
He pushed his hand into her pajama pants, under the waistband of her underwear and then curled his fingers into the hair on her mon. She went still and waited, eyes still closed. Ed made an inquisitive sound and moved his fingers over her, pressing them between her legs; she slowly parted them for him. His fingers skimmed up and down lightly over the lips of her vagina, and she felt a different heat at her nipple. She cracked an eye open in time to see him nuzzle at it with his nose, and snuffle deeply.
She was panting and her arousal seemed to be arousing him in return. He was inhaling deeply, intrigued by the new scents, and then suddenly pressing a finger into her. His fingertip came directly in contact with her clit, and she made a half startled sound and arched up. It seemed to catch him off guard. She opened her eyes and looked at him; he was watching her face intently. Cocking an eyebrow, he moved his finger against his new discovery to make her shiver, and lick her lips. He smiled, and it wasn't exactly a friendly smile...more one of his calculating smiles. He did it again.
Oh he was such a brat sometimes.
Marta tossed her head as Ed worked her clit. Then he bowed his head over her breast and took her t-shirt-covered nipple between his lips, rolling it gently, touching his tongue to the tip. It was electric. Marta moaned, and her legs parted further, allowing Ed to side his finger off her clit and discover she had an entrance there. He pressed into it. Marta stared at the ceiling, not quite sure this was happening. Ed gently tugged at her nipple with his lips, the knuckle of his thumb brushing her clit as he buried his finger inside of her. Ed knew he was giving pleasure and sought to heighten it, pumping with his finger and drawing on her with his lips. Marta writhed for him, and he growled around her nipple, and suddenly thrust his hips against her thigh. Her pleasure was reawakening his own.
She wanted him, and why not? She'd already come this far into this...this sin with him. She would be condemned for what she'd already done, and it wasn't as if she could be condemned twice. She was his mate, there was no denying it. Ed certainly thought it was true, and it was too far gone to change it now. She ran her hand into her own pajama pants and underwear, covered his hand, used her fingers over his fingers and showed him where to rub and how to rub, and how deep to push. She used her other hand to pull her t-shirt up; he released her nipple as she bared her breast, and then he took it again. She cupped the back of his head, arched her breast into his mouth.
“Suck Ed,” she said, her voice husky. She massaged his head with her fingers as he started to suck, long deep draws, and she moaned. It was glorious torture...Ed moved his hand as directed, moved his fingers as she showed him, and he sucked with his eyes closed, moaning himself and rubbing his cock against her hip.
She suddenly pulled his hand free and rolled toward him. He was forced to release her nipple, and he blinked up at her. Marta shoved her sleep pants and underwear off, got up on her knees and freed herself of her t-shirt. Then she straddled his hips.
He was looking up at her, eyebrows slightly raised. She leaned over him and covered his mouth with her own, pressing for entrance with her tongue; he opened his mouth to her demands. She kissed him deep and hard, and left him panting when she pulled back. They stared at each other.
“We're mates, at least you think we are,” she said quietly and Ed chirruped and reached up to touch her face. “I'll show you how a girl mates with a boy, alright? Alright Ed?”
He purred and licked his lips, touching her lips with his fingers. She kissed them, then leaned back a bit, reaching down to grip his cock again, positioning him and lowering herself slowly. Ed sucked in a deep breath, his eyes going wide; Marta hung her head back and moaned, until she was sitting on him, astride him, and he was buried inside her.
Ed had no clue what to do. He bucked in lovely jerks and cried out; he had no rhythm. Marta cried out with each erratic thrust he made, and finally she pressed her hands to his shoulders and ground down on him, beginning to move herself. Ed was a professional hedonist...once she took over, he let her, crying out with her as she rode him. More than once, they locked eyes, and his hands found and gripped her hips, but he didn't hinder her in any way. He still had a look of astonishment on his face, and it made Marta smile in the middle of all this lust.
Of course, Ed had no experience and no staying power, and Marta moaned in denial when he suddenly bucked up and shuddered beneath her. She continued moving as long as he was hard, but soon he became oversensitive and whimpered; she groaned and stopped moving and just sat on him, his cock going soft inside her. He murmured at her as she stroked his hair, and he smiled and kneaded a bit on her hips. When she pulled off of him, they both gasped, and she lay down beside him and grabbed his hand to make him roll over onto his side. He gripped a little, but she forced his hand between her legs, used her fingers to push his back in and he seemed to understand. She directed and helped, and managed to use his fingers to finally come herself.
They laid beside one another, panting, and after a bit they turned to look at each other.
“I'm teaching you to top for real,” she told him, and he raised an eyebrow at her. “You are a sexual slacker Ed, Ling must have had the patience of a saint.” Ed switched eyebrows and wrinkled his nose at her. She kissed the end of his nose and sighed, reaching up to brush through his bangs. Ed stretched and gave her a beautiful, lazy smile.
She'd been called innovated and unorthodox, her methods sometimes questioned and poked fun at, but none of that mattered. Ed was happy again, that was what mattered. It was sobering that in reality she was dedicating herself, not to all Elrics, though there was dedication there, but to one Elric in particular. An innovative and unorthodox Edward. She thought about it as they lay there side by side, it was strange poetic justice, she imagined. If she was honest with herself she couldn't even say she regretted it.
Edward yawned wide and smacked his lips.
“I love you,” she told him, and he turned sleepy eyes on her. “I know you hear me say it all the time, but I really do. I'm not sure that means the same as in love with you, but I think it's enough for us, what do you think?” Ed perked up a little at the questioning tone and studied her face. “You know what else I like? Talking to you like this, because I know you understand me enough to know what I'm talking about. You're brilliant Ed, you're above mere animals. One day I'll make other people see that.” Ed yawned again and seemed to shrug, he rolled up against her side and pillowed his head on her shoulder.
“Umm, Marta,” he said and sighed and closed his eyes. It was clear Ed thought the time for discussion was past. Marta worked her jaw.
“Don't disappoint me and prove to me you really are just a guy under all that adorable and refreshing openness,” she warned. Ed cracked an eye at her, and pointed at the beside light.
“You're not inspiring any confidence here,” she said, and reached over to shut out the light.
RETURN TO PART ONE