Thief of Roads, ch.2

Author's Note: New Thief of Roads! With a new installment commissioned, it's finally time to revisit Addy and Kahara, and see how their situation has evolved since we last saw them so very long ago....

[story] [romance] [fu/fu] [anal]

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‭The next few days are somewhat strange. While it is easy enough to swear your affection and allegiance to someone in the heat of the moment, learning to live with them can be a very different matter entirely. As Kahara had forewarned, the two of us are without direction of any sort, unable to return back to the Walled city of Nazik, or back to Kahara’s own tribe. At one point, I make mention of going to one of the rival evari tribes and offering our services, but Kahara assures me that this would be unwise – both being half-breeds, we would likely be seen as spies and butchered, with the best-case scenario being that we were seen as amusing weaklings and taken in as ‘pets.’ Neither of us were really up for that.

So the next few days were… just us. Kahara was plenty comfortable living in the wilderness of the Overgrowth, setting up a camp where evari patrols were unlikely to discover us. Even describing the camp as ‘semi-permanent’ would be an overstatement, as it consisted of a cramped lean-to constructed of tree-branches, leaves, and animal skins, with a shallow-dug firepit and a few fallen logs to use as benches. I’ll confess, having lived nearly the entirety of my life in a Walled settlement, camping isn’t exactly my strongest suit, but learning. Kahara teaches me the evari words for common things, like ‘fire,’ ‘friend,’ ‘danger,’ and the bizarrely specific sentiment of ‘there’s neither honor nor benefit in killing you, but I dislike you so greatly that I’m willing to do so anyway,’ which is said as kr’ominn.

While we are in her element, though, I also have things to teach Kahara. While I’ve struggled to improve her Universal tongue much further past where it already is, she’s taken incredible interest in some of the gadgets she confiscated from me – in particular, my holocloak and my antisilicon blade, both of which she seems to regard with a sort of horrified reverence. Sadly, the fact that I was unable to survive the Overgrowth in spite of having such advanced tools seems to have lessened her opinion of me even further, often chuckling to herself and muttering “soft girl” whenever I struggle with a task she finds simple.

“Surprised,” Kahara says flatly, rotating the skinned, skewered body of a burrowing creature she’d caught, resembling a cross between a pig and a gopher. Repulsive as the thing had looked in life, it was giving off a divinely sweet, enticing smell as the flames from the campfire slowly transformed it into the evening’s meal. It’s been four days since we took off together, a week since I left Nazik. “You come to the Overgrowth but cannot hunt. What you expect to eat?”

“I brought food with me, silly,” I offer a small smile in response. “You took it from me when you captured me. I should still have some in my pack.”

Deep violet eyes turn on me, her mild curiosity having now shifted to a genuinely perplexed expression. “No. Searched your pack. No food.”

My smile widens a little more. For as advanced as she is in the Overgrowth, I still have plenty of tricks up my sleeve, things she doesn’t know about. I take the opportunity to scramble over to the lean-to, grabbing my pack from beneath the beast-skin blankets bundled there, and bring it to my seat beside the fire. “It’s in there, you just didn’t recognize it,” I start fishing through the larger items and internal pockets, finally withdrawing a leather sleeve filled with slim, chrome packets. I pull one out and open the zipped seal, showing Kahara the contents – consisting of dry, mealy goop resembling a bundle of dully-colored pebbles, about as unappetizing as something could be.

She looks at me with naked suspicion, then into the packet, before dipping one thick finger inside to scoop away a nug of grainy, flavorless nutrients. Another untrusting glance my way, and she pops it past her lips, grimacing openly at its taste and texture. “Unnh. Like kaf’kall. Bad! You eat this?”

“You’re not supposed to eat it like that.” I allow myself a wicked little giggle at her expense, taking the packet back and then drizzling a little water into it from one of my bottles, re-sealing it and starting to gently squish and massage the packet with my hands – already, I can feel it starting to heat up and swell. “Just a tiny bit of water, and it gets bigger and heats up inside the package. What’s, um, kaf-kal?”

“Kaf’kall,” she grunts, still making a face, “what your body leaves behind after you eat. Looks, tastes the same as this.”

I try to hold back a chuckle. I’m not sure I’d say condensed rations literally taste like shit before being reconstituted, but she isn’t far off. I continue to gently crush up the packet until it’s nearly doubled in size, then pop it back open, a wave of pleasant-smelling steam issuing forth. “Try now,” I say, handing it back to her.

If Kahara had looked suspicious before, it was nothing compared to her expression now. Like a skittish wild animal, she hesitantly takes the packet and reaches inside, pulling out what is now a glistening reddish nugget of heated, hydrated food. Putting it in her mouth, she slices it apart with her fangs… and her feral eyes light up with excitement and shock. “It is good! How?”

“I don’t understand all of how it works, myself,” I shrug, “but yeah, they stay good for a long time, and fill you up. Just because I can’t hunt doesn’t mean I didn’t come here prepared.” I shoot another smile her way, closing up the leather sleeve and stashing it back into my pack… and then notice something.

That little crystalline case, with the strange red disc inside. Kahara had taken my pack from me when she captured me, and… with everything going on, I’d forgotten the reason I’d gone to the Overgrowth in the first place. I’d come here for this, and for the 80,000 fex I was supposed to get paid when I returned it to Nazik.

I slip the case out, suddenly lost in thought. This gives us… options. Not a lot of options, nor necessarily good ones, just more than we have right now. That’s a hefty pay-day, especially without things like apartment payments. It could allow me to go on a supply run, take Kahara to a Walled settlement farther from the evari, one without the same stigmas, where we could be safe together. The problem is, I have absolutely no way of getting Kahara into Nazik – she has no identification, and like me, she’s half-evari. I’m a citizen, and I’ll barely be able to get back in….

“Your trinket has caused you to go silent,” Kahara observes, continuing to fish globs of reconstituted food out of the little package she’s holding, chewing idly on them. “It disturbs you?”

I look from the disc, back up to her. Do I bother her with this at all, or just keep it to myself? Will she understand? I let out a soft sigh through my nostrils. “Do you have money in the tribes, Kahara?”

She grunts, more an acknowledgement than an affirmative. “We take care of ourselves. Trade sometimes – food for food, tool for tool, task for task. Was told of money by my mother. Silly to me.”

“Your mother was… human, right?”

She shakes her head. “Evari. Knew things she had learned from my father. Teaches to me.”

Huh. Human father and evari mother, just like me. Weird how we can be so different from each other, considering our similarities. Upbringing really is a hell of a thing. “Well, this stupid little thing–” I hold up the red disc, “–is worth an absolute assload of money, and I already have a buyer lined up for it. Problem is, they’re in Nazik, and there’s no way I can bring you there. They can barely tell me from a full evari, so you’ll definitely be….” I trail off, blinking a few times as the worst idea ever starts to formulate in my mind.

“I will be what?” Kahara looks a little annoyed as my explanation halts partway through.

“You know, I’ve never seen you without your warpaint,” I furrow my brow.

“Not for war; for hunting. Colors and scents, confuse predators, mask me to prey. War has different paints.” As always, her explanation is curt, but it gets the point across.

“Let’s go back to the river we visited yesterday. I have an idea. A kind of stupid one, but maybe stupid enough to work.”

She lets out another grunt, the tone of which suggests she has little intention of complying.

“I’ll… make it worth your while,” I drop my voice an octave, ‘subtly’ uncrossing my legs so she gets the idea. Kahara may struggle somewhat with the Universal tongue, but her grasp of physical innuendo is pretty on-point. Her eyes widen slightly, and she nods.

“Very well, roadthief. I play whatever strange game you have brewed.”

I stand, moving over to her, then leaning down to gently kiss her lips. Her face tilts up to meet mine, and she also stands, hands moving to my hips to hold me close to her. “Let’s go. I’ve gotta see something.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

The river isn’t horribly far, all things considered, but my time in the Overgrowth thus far has taught me that everything is at least a little far. This massive, untamed stretch of wildlands can provide anything you need if you’re willing to travel for it, and water is one of the most valuable resources of all. As such, Kahara and I made our camp far enough away not to draw the attention (and ire) of predators and other evari, but close enough to access when necessary. It takes us a bit over an hour to arrive, then only seconds for us to start undressing once we’ve finally reached it. The river is wide but relatively shallow, just enough motion to stay clear and clean, but not so fast as to be in any way threatening.

Kahara quickly slips free of her more primitive coverings, fur and leather toppling to the grassy jungle floor to reveal her toned, scarred figure. I follow suit – while the more ‘civilized’ synthetic fabrics that make up my own outfit have grown notably more dirty and frayed during my time in the Overgrowth, they’re still distinctly different from the native garb, making me stand out from Kahara despite our physical similarities. Similarities that, more and more, I’m finding myself beginning to focus on, initially to inform the boundaries of my Secret Plan, but increasingly out of genuine curiosity as well.

“Last one in is a fermented pul’xa!” Kahara flashes a rare grin, and a moment before she leaps into the river, I note our heights. It’s difficult to tell at a glance, but I think I am almost exactly as tall as her, if not exactly as tall. Skin tone, eye color, everything but our grooming seems to be nearly identical….

I shake the thoughts from my head for the moment, diving in after her and swimming close before planting my feet in the silt beneath us. The river’s current isn’t sufficiently powerful as to necessitate struggle, so I lean in close to Kahara, winding my arms around her hips and pulling my mouth to hers, locking her in a long, deep kiss that she readily accepts. Kahara, as I’m coming to learn, is both more forthcoming with, and receptive of, physical affection over verbal, which… I suppose makes sense, all things considered. She quickly lets her eyes drift shut, lips pressing back into mine to return my embrace, her fingers sliding slowly down my back – before she takes two hungry handfuls of my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze that elicits a little squeak of excitement from me. “Nn, you bad girl….”

“Bad? Thought you wanted?” she murmurs back, fangs grazing along my lips.

“I do,” I whisper. “Good, you’re good.” I should probably keep dirty talk to a minimum until the language barrier between us closes a bit. I kiss her again, letting my hands slowly wander along her wet, firm figure, teasing my fingers along the subtle slopes of her muscles. Down her arms, then back up along her sides, feeling the scar-studded smoothness of her upper back. I let my thoughts wander and drift, swallowed by the sensation of simply touching and feeling Kahara’s exquisite figure, pressing myself close against her.

The two of us have made love several times since the first, of course; often initiated when Kahara grows frustrated with her difficulty communicating, and does so by touch (not that I have any complaints). Still, it does make this a little different – this is the first time it feels like we’re choosing to have sex, rather than simply surrendering to it, and there’s something about that I find very exciting and refreshing. Wet and naked under the light of day, rather than a blanket of stars, we stand in the river and embrace, lips locked tightly against each other as we share our tongues… and I quickly find myself rising to full ‘vigor’ as her stronger hands grope and massage me, focusing primarily on my backside. Up to now, we’ve largely traded off on who gets fucked, often switching positions mid-play, but today her attention is clearly on my butt. Not at all something I have a problem with.

I let out a soft gasp as I feel my girldick slowly rising to full life, eventually bumping against Kahara’s. I reflexively push a little closer against her, pressing my cock against hers and trapping them both between our bodies, their subtly-ridged undersides squishing into one another as we kiss. I continue to cling to her back, stroking my tongue lovingly up along hers, then tilting to the side to kiss and nuzzle at her throat, gently grazing my fangs along her smooth, sensitive skin. I hear her suck in a slow, ragged breath, eyes drifting shut as I immerse myself in her. I tilt her back a little, dipping my head down to kiss down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before letting my lips make their way between her breasts. “Nnffh…” I coo quietly, my nails leaving shallow scrapes down Kahara’s back as I suck and nuzzle at one breast, starting to grow painfully stiff underneath the water.

“Rrghh…” she purrs, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in my hair, while the other squeezes more intently at my ass, then grows emboldened – one finger wanders astray, searching for my rear entrance and quickly finding it, pushing slowly inside. I shiver and swallow as an arc of pleasure races through me – more and more, I think we’re on the same track, and the more she fondles and teases my butt, the more I want her inside of me.

“You want me?” I whisper to her, pulling up to kiss and bite at her lower lip, gently jousting my dick against hers.

“I want you,” she says back, her voice husky, needy. She bumps her nose against mine and steals another soft kiss, letting her finger ease a bit deeper inside of me. I can feel her cock throbbing against me, she knows what she wants… and she’s about to get it.

I’m hesitant to disengage, even for an instant, but try to guide her over to the river’s edge without disentangling from her completely. I lay her down against the green, mossy riverbank, dotted with tiny yellow and purple flowers, and climb on top of her, biting my lower lip as I mount her. “Then you can have me.” I sit up, positioning myself so that the tip of her hot, hard girldick prods against my rear entrance, then gradually lower myself down onto it, sucking in a sharp breath when I feel her finally pop into me, breaching my backdoor and easing slowly into me. It’s strangely flattering to feel Kahara’s dick inside me, since I know it’s essentially identical to my own – it feels so big and thick, stretching my tight ass around it, its little ridges slipping in one by one, causing me to shudder with excitement. Knowing that mine feels the same way inside of her is satisfying in a weird way.

Kahara lets out a low, crooning growl of pleasure as I envelop her, letting her head fall back against the grass, her eyes staring heavenward for a long moment before focusing back on me. “Warm… tight…” she murmurs, one hand moving to my hip, the other taking gentle hold of my own stiff girldick. She licks her lips as she starts to slowly stroke me, keeping pace with the easy, gradual rise and fall of my body against hers. I’m sure I could have gotten off without the extra assistance, but it’s definitely appreciated, and I quickly find myself speeding up the steady up-and-down motion of my ass against her pelvis.

I shift my feet back so that my knees flank Kahara’s waist, straddling her like a steed and lowering my center of gravity, burying her thick cock deep into my ass with no escape. I push up, then shift back down, quivers of pleasure shooting through me as I give myself to her. She’s beginning to thrust back against me, as well, waiting until I’ve fully adjusted to having her inside me before planting her feet and pushing upward, driving deep and smooth into my shuddering tunnel. “You like my ass, Kahara?” I let out a husky whisper, looking down at her to make full eye contact, my lips parted as my breathing grows heavier and heavier. “You gonna blow your hot load deep inside me?”

Her expression becomes resolute, a sort of grave determination overtaking her painted features. “I do,” she says seriously, “and I will.”

I grin, barely stifling a laugh – I really need to keep the dirty talk thing in mind, because she’s clearly not getting it. But at least she’s not getting it pretty adorably.

I stretch out, arching my back and keeping my butt firmly impaled on Kahara’s shaft, bouncing hungrily up and down on top of it. A little shudder runs through me each time I feel her hips slam into my ass, her cock buried so deeply inside of me, the smooth ribs along its underside rippling against the inner walls of my tight backdoor. “Hahh… hahhh…” I groan, eyes drifting shut as I ride her faster and faster, a gleam of shimmering precum starting to coat the tip of my own member as Kahara swiftly strokes along it. I clench my teeth, feeling a blaze of pleasure sweeping its way through me – and all at once, I let myself release, several long, sticky bolts of my spunk shooting across Kahara’s face and chest.

It’s only a moment later that I feel Kahara start to throb inside of me – I hold my arms out shakily to the sides, keeping balance as I feel glug after glug of her hot cum pump deep into my ass, making me shudder and gasp with unexpected pleasure. “Unnh…” Kahara groans, letting out a long breath of satisfaction, her eyes drifting shut for just a moment. Despite her sound of contentment, though, she sits up, planting her lips on mine to steal a long kiss, still entrenched deeply into me… and then takes hold of my waist, lifting me and turning me over, pushing me onto all fours in front of her.

“Ack! Kahara, what are you…?” I start to murmur, my face pressed into the grass and my creampied ass facing upward, but my question is answered before I have the chance to finish asking it. I let out a husky whimper of delight as she stuffs her cock back inside me, not yet satiated even after having just blown her load inside me. I feel her cum burble and churn inside me as she displaces it with her hard girldick, reaching down to take firm hold of my shoulder as she claims me from behind. “Uunnh! Fuck, yes!”

I claw mindlessly at the wet, mossy ground beneath me, my breathing quick and labored as Kahara continues to roughly fuck me, giving my ass a spin that it’s unlikely to forget anytime soon. Against all odds, despite just having had an orgasm of my own, I’m managing to stay hard as well – as if Kahara’s lustful endurance is somehow contagious. I squeeze my eyes shut, panting, pushing my ass back against her as she rails me with long, deep thrusts, again and again, filling my poor ass with thick, needy cock.

As I take Kahara’s dick, I struggle to look back over my shoulder, quickly making eye contact with her. The streaks of colored paint on her face are beginning to melt and run as she sweats, her face as flushed as mine doubtlessly also is. Her expression is one of intense pleasure and desire, but also of that same determination I’d seen before, like she’d accepted my playful teasing as a personal challenge. Again, I’m definitely not complaining, but it’s an interesting insight into her. She’s taken this quest upon herself, to fuck me until I can’t move, to flood me with her seed, and she won’t rest until she’s satisfied with her performance. What else can a gal ask for?

She reaches out to take one of my hands from behind, holding it like one might hold the arm of a wheelbarrow, panting softly and holding me steady as she ruts into me again and again, each thrust of her hot shaft up my tight ass sending bolts of ecstasy through me like shooting stars in the night sky. I clench my teeth but hold eye contact with her, shuddering as I grow closer to a second climax – even with my own dick dangling, neglected, between my thighs. From the way Kahara’s composure is slipping, and her breath elevating, I can only assume she’s growing close as well.

I push hard back against her, swallowing her throbbing girlmeat with my ass, clenching down tightly around it – then surrendering myself to a fit of violent shudders and spasms as I let a second orgasm overtake me. Several jets of gooey spunk shoot out of me and onto the riverbank below as I let out a long, crooning moan of release, fingers digging into the grass. Just as before, it seems like Kahara was waiting, holding back her own climax until I’d finished mine, because it’s only when I finally start to relax that I feel her empty those smooth, greenish-blue balls into my butt, giving me my first ever double-creampie. I can feel her hot cum start to leak out of my overstuffed hole, my backside no longer providing enough space for all the creamy white spunk, forcing it to dribble down the back of my own sack.

“You wanted to be full,” Kahara says, a hint of pride in her voice as I finally slump forward, now fully laying on my belly, “I have filled you.” She lays down beside me, wrapping her arms around me and cuddling tight against me from behind, nuzzling possessively into the back of my neck.

I let out a soft, exhausted laugh, folding my hands over hers, squishing my body back into her embrace. “You did,” I say with a little smile, “thank you.” I lay still for a little while, just enjoying Kahara’s warmth while I catch my breath. A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, and I finally wiggle around, turning so that I can face her. “That was amazing,” I whisper, dotting her lips with a little kiss.

Her response is a grunt, but I can feel the warmth in it. Rather than speaking, she returns my kiss with one of her own, hands caressing up and down my back. We spend a little while like that, maybe an hour – just enjoying one another’s company, our silence and nakedness, exchanging kisses and touches as we come down from the high of our intense lovemaking. Part of me still can’t believe that I’ve decided to change my entire life for Kahara, but… in these moments, it seems a lot less complicated.

Once we’ve rested, we turn to actually cleaning ourselves, and for the first time, I see Kahara without her warpaint – or… hunting paint, whatever. The bright streaks of color are cleansed away, and I finally see what’s beneath. The strong nose, large eyes, sharp jawline. She has a sort of untamed beauty that I’ve admired for a while, but now, I find myself noticing something entirely new.

She looks exactly like me.

There are little differences of course, here and there – a scar above her lip, a notch in the side of one slightly-pointed ear. One eyebrow is a bit crooked. As with her body, she also shows a bit more muscle development, though it shows more subtly on her face. Looking at Kahara, unpainted, is very much like looking in a mirror after a rough night out on the town. It gives my attraction to her a bizarrely narcissistic twist, but it also assures me that the idea I had earlier would work even better than I’d assumed.

“You should come to Nazik with me.” After hours, I break the silence between us with a bomb-drop. Still naked, I swim over to Kahara, wrapping my arms around her waist, keeping anchored to her so the river’s current doesn’t separate us.

“Nay’zick?” Kahara looks confused, then suspicious.

“The Walled settlement I came from,” I clarify. “We wouldn’t have to stay long, we could leave right away. I could sell that relic I was talking about. Make a ton of money, stock up on supplies, then we could go wherever we wanted after that.”

“Cannot go,” she shakes her head. “Evari. They will attack.”

“I have proper identification. They know I’m half-human, I could get in. And you…” I settle back a little, looking over her again. The resemblance is truly uncanny. “I don’t know if you realize this, Kahara, but we look exactly alike. We could trick the guards, convince them we’re the same person and both get registered. It would require some… shenanigans, to be fair, but if we made sure our hair and clothes matched, they’d never tell us apart.”

Kahara’s expression is difficult to read. She stares back at me, not speaking as she parses what I’ve said through her tenuous grasp of my language. “This sounds…” she pauses, making a strange gesture with her hand, trying to think of the right word, “ma’sike, umhh… not smart.”

“It probably isn’t, but it would be pretty sweet,” I parry. “Look, all we have to do is get in. Those people may not like the evari, but it’s not like they’d kill us, even if we got caught. We’d probably get exiled – or you would, at least – so all that matters is selling that disc before that happens.”

She listens, contemplating the pitch, though remaining visibly distrustful of it. “What would we… do? How does this work?”

“Okay, it’s easier to get out of Nazik than in. Once you’re registered as having entered the city, you’re given a authorization bracelet and put into the system, so you’re allowed to live there, buy shit, all that. You get un-registered once you leave, and the bracelet is taken away.” I can tell she’s not really digesting all of this, but I figure I’ll finish the spiel anyway. “I go in and register, while you sneak in alongside using the holocloak. Then I can take one of the old, dead bracelets from my apartment, complain that it isn’t working, and get a new one. Boom – both of us registered under the same name, both with working bracelets, and nobody will be able to tell us apart. It’s perfect!”

Kahara stares at me for a long time, trying to put the pieces together in her mind, drawing a series of blanks that ultimately lead her nowhere. “You are… silly. Like a baby, or young child. You say words that mean nothing, in no order at all.”

“I promise it makes sense,” I try to reassure her, but she still seems unconvinced. “I just want to be sure you’re okay with this. I mean, going to Nazik at all. It won’t be… very comfortable for you, there, but once I’ve taken this thing to Slim Grim and gotten paid, the world’s our oyster!”

She tenses, and her eyes don’t meet mine, cast downward at the slow-moving river we’re floating in. “There is no place for me in your world, like mine had no place for you. I don’t want to go behind the Walls,” she pauses, in that poignant way that makes it clear she plans to continue. “But fear is weakness, a weakness I seek to shed. I will face that fear, with you. If your people discover us, and rain their arrows down on us... we die together in battle, bringing many to the Underworld to greet us when we arrive.”

While I’m pretty sure Kahara’s overreacting… fuck if that’s not one of the most romantic things anyone’s ever said to me. I pull close against her again, kissing her fiercely, and she returns the embrace with all the burning instinct that I’ve become so enamored of. I owe it to her to make sure this whole thing goes off without a hitch. She’s making a big sacrifice – not her first – and this is my chance to prove she can trust me. Really trust me. “Everything will be okay, Kahara,” I whisper, kissing her again.

There’s something distant in her eyes, reflective. I can tell she’s worried. She doesn’t answer, but lays her head on my shoulder. Her breathing is slow, controlled, but I can feel her heart race. I’ll make this worth her while. I have to.