There Will Be Scritches, Interlewd XLIX: Pancakes and Winter [1/2]

Pt.209 | Interlewd XLVIII | [2/2] | Interlewd L | Pt.210 | First

---Disclaimer: This is the first part of two, released simultaneously, in an Interlewd in the story There Will Be Scritches. This entry contains graphic, sexually explicit description of Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadism and Masochism (BDSM) with a particular focus on Female Domination (Femdom) in a sexual encounter between a Human and a nonHuman and is Not Safe For Work! Now, with that said, please eat your pancakes before they freeze!---

 

---Haorken’s perspective---

I stride along Khawekh’s central thoroughfare, down from the palace to the market square through the fresh, bright, frigid morning air.

Despite the low temperature, my spirits are high!

With my world now within our [ansible]’s communication enabling [field], I’ve been able to talk to my sister several times over the past few [weeks] which has both soothed my apprehensions as to all the things that might have gone wrong (by showing me that she is alive and well on the unbelievable cityworld) and alleviated some of the awkward administrative burdens that were incumbent on me for being a regent, serving in place of an [empress], for so long!

I’m finally able to take a day off for the first time in several Moons!

I’m in a very good mood right now!

Just at this moment, the Weaver seems to wish to enhance my fine temper, placing in my way one whom I’ve previously found myself to quite enjoy the company of!

He stands at a boutique tent, examining a fine blue shortcape which matches the colour of his uniform quite well.

He hasn’t noticed me as I approach him from behind and watch him throw on the cape that falls to the backs of his two knee joints.

I read the price tag and surreptitiously dig a handful of iron coins from my purse before starting to count them out.

“It’s really nice…” Mbatha admires the cloak before holding up an absolutely flawless iron ingot in his right hand “…how many of these does this cos-”

*Kiiiish* is the sound made by my right hand reaching around him to tip eleven coins onto the counter.

The adorable Terran whips his pair of golden eyes up to meet mine, rewarding my stealthy approach with a startle.

“It’s on me.” I smirk from him to Kerghow, behind the counter.

“Oh! Your Excellency… That’s not necessary! I have iron to pay with! It’s-” he panics delightfully, turning to face me, his yellow eyes looking up from the level of my elbows.

“Nonsense, Mbatha!” I interrupt with uncharacteristic brazenness brought on by my good mood “I would be remiss if I let such a charming boy pay for his own vestments while I stand here with a full purse at my belt(!) I simply won’t allow it(!) Let me treat you…”

He hesitates another moment before, with delicious embarrassment, conceding “As you wish, Madam Regent… Thank you very much.”

At that acceptance, Kerghow begins collecting the coins from the counter to drop into the moneybox.

“I must say…” I look around the other cloaks displayed “…I don’t believe I could have chosen you a prettier cloak myself… You have excellent taste, Mbatha!”

A very slight pink blush touches the light brown skin of his prominent cheeks, shrouded in shadow beneath his hood, and a light smile graces his lips as he looks away and says “That’s… a very flattering thing to hear, Your Excellency.”

“I’m glad you think so… Might I be so bold as to ask for the pleasure of your company for a little while, Mbatha?” I ask, extending my left arm to him in the space above the gap between my left pedipalp and front left leg with its bionic foot.

“Well… I couldn’t very well refuse after such a gracious gift, now could I, Madam Regent(?)” the charming boy answers, stepping close and reaching up to wrap his palm over my forearm, just far enough from my elbow joint that there’s no danger of his fingers being pinched by my armour if I flex it.

This configuration would be possible if he were a Vrakhand boy… but would require him to be walking with his hindbody beneath the skirts of my caparison (which would be somewhat inappropriate for public, even for a married pair!)

Somehow, however, it feels very natural to walk arm-in-arm with the little Terran man like this.

“So tell me, Mbatha… what brings you to Khawekh today?” I ask, pleasantly.

“I… was signed up for the guided Winter walk, Madam Regent.”

“Was?” I probe.

“Yes, Your Excellency… It was cancelled on account of the guide receiving a leg injury and requiring treatment at the embassy. The others who were signed up all opted to take their shoreleave in Wokhash instead… I imagine they’ll be doing their best to find ways to enjoy a beach day when it’s too cold to swim, around now(!)… I opted to still spend my leave in the capital, sightseeing and shopping.”

My mind races for a few moments, evaluating the information he’s just given me.

I know the route selected for the walk… It’s several hours long but there’s still time to complete it before nightfall… it would just mean being happy to commit to doing nothing else while the Sun is up today…

I look down at the portion of the Terran’s face I can see past the hood of the cape I just bought him and make my decision.

“Would you still like to do the walk, Mbatha?” I pose.

“Well certainly, Your Excellency, but I wouldn’t be foolhardy enough to attempt it alone, even if that weren’t against shoreleave regulations…”

“Ah… but what if you weren’t alone? What if another guide could be found to substitute for Gharhat’s injury?”

“Oh… I wouldn’t like to make such a last minute imposition on any of your subject’s time, Your Excellency.” he states with adorable consideration.

“You wouldn’t be, Mbatha… The one I’m proposing to have guide you is none other than myself!” I smirk.

“Oh, Madam Regent, I couldn’t possibly ask-”

“And you haven’t asked, have you?… I’ve freely offered! I would be delighted to guide you, Mbatha! All you need do is refuse or agree.” I state firmly.

Looking up at me from my left side, the small man nervously flutters his bright yellow eyes before saying “In that case, Madam Regent, I would be delighted to be guided by you.”

“Then it’s settled!” I state with satisfaction before frowning as a thought occurs to me “Actually… I do have one condition…” raising a single finger from my right hand.

“A condition, Your Excellency?” he queries, an eyebrow cocked beneath an eyeless forehead.

“Yes. For the rest of the day, I want you to call me ‘Haorken’ as opposed to ‘Madam Regent’ or ‘Your Excellency’… and I’d like you to tell me your full name too…”

The moment of stunned silence briefly scares me into thinking I might have crossed a line into impropriety, but then he finally answers “Of… of course, Your Ex-… Haorken… My name is Thamsanqa ‘Soft’ Mbatha.” popping his tongue against the roof of his mouth for the final consonant of his first name, then adding “…you can call me ‘Thami’ for short if you wish.” with a smile.

“‘Thami’ it is then.” I beam “Now, I’ll just need to stop by the palace to let it be known where I’m going but, after that, we can be off!”

---Thamsanqa’s perspective---

This scene is utterly magical!

All it’s missing is some bouncy clarinet music with orchestral accompaniment to really tie the whole ‘Winter Wonderland’ vibe together!

Thick snow glitters on the ground and trees as it catches the bright sunlight.

Every step gives a satisfying *crunch* and every breath steams up as it hits the fresh air!

The cold on my face is perfectly countered by the warmth of the gorgeous, padded silk cloak the regent spoiled me with earlier.

Oh and let’s not forget my guide herself!

Being given a personal tour of these forested hills by a woman acting as the viceroy of her entire species!?

A woman tall enough to make me feel like a 7 year old with legs for days and a hindbody that, mantled in its skirt like that, gives the impression of being the galaxy’s most enormous bustle!? Even if she weren’t flirting with me, I’d very much be appreciating this woman’s company!

As it stands, the only problem is that… well… she’s a little… too exciting(!)

I keep needing to strategically angle my body away from her to hide the evidence of how exciting she is(!)

Of course, the thrill in imagining her noticing and imagining the embarrassment of having to explain myself to her is only making me harder!

She may be flirting but that doesn’t mean I can allow myself to get carried away!

She’s an aristocrat from a species with an extremely conservative temperament! A species that, until a year and a half ago, were forced to take the whole ‘till death do us part’ part of marriage extremely literally and for whom the idea of pre or extramarital sex would have been utterly unthinkable!

She’s flirting with me because she enjoys flirting with me and I cannot allow myself to read any further into it!

Of course, even if she did go as far as propositioning me, she’d probably be so mortified by my explaining all the things I’d like her to do to me that I’d end up in the brig while the diplomats smoothed things over… in the best case scenario!

And, of course, with my proclivities known, I’d be taken off Vrakhand facing duties!

At this moment we come up to a more than 4m tall cliff blocking our forward path.

I’m just searching to see if there’s a way around the obstruction when a firm palm is clamped either side of my hips.

My breaths hitch as I turn my head to look over my shoulder into the smirking, fanged, eight eyed face of the giant woman behind me.

I’m hoisted from the ground, rapidly gaining altitude as her strong arms extend to lift me over her head and her upper body is reared up to give her the necessary height to boost me to the top of the bluff.

I scramble up and away from the edge, my heart pounding and my breathing rapid as adrenaline electrifies my blood.

I look behind me to see her easily scaling the cliffface after me, using her seven sharp thanatite and one sharp metal feet as pitons to do so!

She turns her gleaming iridescent face to me and smiles “Are you alright, Thami?”

Getting up and trying my best to disguise how breathless the experience of being lifted like a babe in her arms has left me, I answer “Quite alright, Haorken. That was just a little unexpected was all!”

She laughs a wonderfully patronising laugh, only increasing the doomed ache of desire for her that I’m nursing in my gut, before asking “Would you like a warning next time, Thami?”

I smile back “No need, Haorken… You may consider yourself at liberty to pick me up any time you wish(!)”

“A trust I shall endeavour not to abuse(!)” she answers with effortless dominance.

She extends her arm ahead of her, gesturing me to take the lead along the path too narrow for both of us to walk abreast, a steep slope to our left.

I follow her unspoken order and walk ahead, listening as her feet *clink* against the rocky path behind me.

We walk like that for several minutes.

It’s become a little overcast now and, just as I notice that, snow begins to fall.

It occurs to me that the path we’re walking has gained rather a horizontal tilt to it, angled down towards what has become a quite precipitous drop on the left.

I look behind me to see my guide having no problem at all navigating the 45° angled path, her left legs stretched down and her right bunched up in a way that allows her to keep her torso perfectly level.

Does she realise this terrain is somewhat treacherous for a Human?

I’m just pulling out my holo to check the weather forecast and advisories when, speaking for the first time in a few minutes, Haorken flirts “So… Thami… is there a Mrs Mbatha?”

“Well…” I smirk ahead of me, trying to formulate an equally flirtatious response.

I don’t get to, however, because my sole meets an icy rock that seems to have negative purchase!

My foot is propelled down the slope and drags the rest of me along behind it.

I briefly hear a scream of “MBATHA!!!” before my body is ejected into the free space over a 10m drop onto what looks like solid ground blanketed in snow, beneath me.

Time slows down and gives me an agonisingly long while to contemplate the, at best, severe injury and, at worst, death I’m about to sustain from this fall and all the nothing I can do about it!

The ground flies up to meet me.

My body hits it.

It *crack*s beneath me from the impact.

I have the briefest fraction of a second to be relieved that I’ve fallen onto a surface with so much give when the water penetrates my clothes and submerges my head.

My entire body spasms and convulses from the sheer shock of the searing cold!

I scream… but all that escapes my mouth is a stream of bubbles.

---models---

Thamsanqa | >Silkbound!<

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Pt.209 | Interlewd XLVIII | [2/2] | Interlewd L | Pt.210 | First

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