I grabbed her arms and held them down, but her legs kicked at me
while I thrust my hard cock against her cunt. She looked up at me, a
mixture of lust, anger and pain on her beautiful face, and she snarled
"Do it. Do it to me, you want it." I obliged, thrusting into her with
one hard, crashing thrust. She howled. I released her arms, and I
began to fuck her without mercy. She wrapped her arms and legs around
my back, and as I pounded home my cock, she clawed her way across my
back; the pain was a searing, white thing in my head, but I ignored it,
screamed past it, and ravished her there, in the hot mud and rain,
fucking her. She screamed and fought, but escape was not her purpose.
We rolled in the mud, and I felt the dirt get into my wounds, and she
wound up on top as I groaned. She held my cock inside her, and began to respond to it with the
same force I had, coming down in sharp, powerful slams that forced my
cock back against her cervix with every impact. I groaned, and she
hammered on, harder and more forceful, stroking me, snarling
incoherently. I reached up and grabbed her shoulders; she planted her
hands into the ground and forced me to haul myself up to her. I kissed
her, and she wrapped her arms around my head, her tongue lunging into my
mouth, fighting with mine. I fell back into the mud, and with a single
kick rolled us over, me on top, and picking myself up from her I kept on
slamming home into her cunt, and her howls and screams were reaching a
fever pitch as I did, and I felt her shoulder was under my snarling
teeth, and I was going to come, and as I came I bit her, losing control
of the force and tasting blood. I subsided, raising myself off of her. She blinked a few times as
the rain continued slightly less force than before. "You okay?" she
asked. I swallowed, pushed a few loose hairs away, nodded. "You?" I said. She nodded. I slid my shrinking erection out of her, shuddering
with the delicious effort, and slowly rose to my feet. The effort made
my head spin, but I shook and cleared my vision, and helped her up. We
located our soaking wet camp and she applied long strips of HN-gauze to
the crisscross-crossed streaks across my back. "How bad is it?" I asked. "You don't want to know." "Oh, come on, Tash, I've been clawed during sex before. Ember does
it to me all the time." "Not like this. I'm sorry, Ken, but I've never seen marks like
this before- I've certainly never made marks like this before. Are you
sure you can use both arms?" That worried me. I rotated both arms through a full 360 degrees. It hurt like hell,
and I could feel muscles moving the wrong way over other muscle sheathes
as I used the left arm. "Tash? Sling my left arm." "I thought so. Will you be okay?" "I'm full of nanobiotics, I should be okay, health-wise. But from
a structural point of view, I'm mess." She nodded. "I thought so." We cast about for our clothes, put on
spare sets and used the remainder to fashion me a sling. "How's your shoulder?" I asked. There was a lot of blood caked at
the crux of her throat. "Hurts, a lot," she said, with a smile. "But I've had worse. Your
timing was good, though." "Was it?" I asked. "Third orgasm," she said, with a cheery smile in the rain. "But
I'll be okay. I've put nb's on it and bandaged it as well as possible.
Nothing we can do until we get to your camp, and that's at least two
days away." "Yeah." I stopped for a moment, and then said, "Tash, what led you
to that?" "To what?" "Bloodsport, like that. Aggression." She shrugged. "Dunno. But once we started, I just got... aroused,
you know? Besides, I wanted to see if P'nyssa's opinion that you were
'good' was right." I was curious. "Well?" "Eh," she said. "You're good enough," she said with a smile. "Have to do it again, sometime," I said. Her eyes widened, and she said, "You're kidding, right?" "Not on your life."
