That night the three visiting tabbin bedded down in the same large room with their two magin. Suddenly Tragar came wide awake, but had no clue as to what had awakened him. He rose and padded silently over to the door and listened. He didn't hear any of the "loud sounds" that would indicate another tabbi or human was up. But something had waked him and he had an itch to find out. Turning his head, he used his night vision to check that Hepbeth and Roshel were still asleep. Double checking, he scanned their frequencies lightly. They were indeed asleep. Then he padded out the door, through the hallways, down some stairs and finally left the Keep and entered the garden.
"Tee-delli hoped Tragar come," a voice in his head said.
Tragar's senses and telepathic channels opened wide in his surprize. There at the other end of the garden stood the silhouetted form of their tabbi hostess! Waiting for him? The breeze changed and wafted from her direction. Tragar smelled her delicious, enticing odor--the odor that Hepbeth hadn't issued since that first year.
Every muscle in Tragar's body quivered and he almost drooled. Quickly he sprang to her side. She made no move to chase him away! Instead, she allowed him to sniff as much as he wanted to wherever around her body he chose to sniff. His male organ got ready!
Without warning, Tee-delli bounded away, out of the gate and into the meadow where he'd first seen her. He bounded right after her. He wasn't going to let her get away. After leading him on a mad chase through the dew-laden grasses, she finally slowed a little so he could catch up with her and run beside her.
"Tee-delli, Tragar go private place, special place," she telepathed.
Inwardly he groaned. Why couldn't she just let him do it there in the garden? But then he remembered that Roshel had come with them to this world, therefore, yes, it's best to put some distance between Tee-delli and himself and the other male.
Finally the female slowed to a trot and led him to a large clumb of tall grasses. "This private," she said. "Stay in grasses, tramp down center space." She set about bending and crushing the grasses with her paws and body, so Tragar helped her.
Particular female! he thought privately, but meowled aloud his anxiousness.
"Tragar have beautiful meow," she commented, finally standing still.
He snorted, "Tragar have beautiful moves."
"Why male tabbin always so impatient? Have some fun first!" She leaped on his back and sank her fangs gently into his neck fur.
The two rolled around in their soft nest of grasses, swatting and batting at each other, sometimes getting their jaws around whatever part of the other's anatomy happened to get in range, and meowling up quite a ruckus. Just when Tragar felt like she was never going to let him, Tee-delli suddenly stopped and lay down quietly. She turned her luminous tabbi eyes on him--the signal! And oh, how Tragar enjoyed himself!
After he'd spent himself, they separated a little, still staying in their grass nest. They spent quite a while licking away all traces of their amorous encounter. Tee-delli ambled out of the sheltering ring of grass they'd left standing and looked to where the sun always rose. Yes, she could detect a little lightening on the horizon.
"Night almost over," she commented, then walked out into the meadow. "Soon little animals stir, then tabbin eat breakfast. Tee-delli, Tragar wait at side of meadow."
A very contented Tragar followed her. |
