Asher's Futa Chronicles

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Traveling companions who keep you up all night making out shouldn't ask you why you're tired in the morning!

Enjoy!

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Chapter 25

ASHER

"I'm a goddamn coward," I muttered.

"What was that?" Alistar asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's nothing," I said and returned to berating myself silently for the coward I was. All I'd had to do was walk across the room. But I'd been too afraid to let go of Remmi that night to do it.

That had been a week ago. A week of walking and cursing my cowardice. Oh, I'd run through all the excuses, but it came down to me not having the balls to commit.

My travelling companions had picked up on my sour mood but had tactfully chosen to ignore it and give me my space. I still wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

As for my companions, they were an even more interesting couple than Remmi and I were. Apparently, they were both OLD. I'm not talking like they looked old and wrinkly, they looked 40, but to hear them say it, they were both over 1,000 years old!

It seemed that Alistair being a "Druid" was a race, not a job. While he looked human, he was actually some kind of...plant? He'd tried to explain it to me one night on the way here, but it all went over my head. It appeared that being born in a cabbage patch was an actual thing here as he drew his "lifeforce" from the land, or some such. Like I said, it went over my head...or I might not have been paying attention as I'd been staring at his wife as she groomed herself.

Brooke had more than once told me to stop staring, and I tried, I really did! But I liked cats! I was a cat girl, not so much with the dogs. So being this close to a human-sized cat was fascinating. The way she walked, the way her eyes moved, how her ears twitched, all of it fascinated me.

Even now, I caught myself looking at her out of the corner of my eye as we were setting up camp. If she hadn't already made it abundantly clear she wasn't interested, I might have made a move. But that didn't stop my dirty mind from wandering even as I was torturing myself over my cowardice with Remmi.

Things finally came to a head that night as we were eating in the dying rays of the setting sun around our camp.

"Is that what you've been going on about?" Alistair asked.

His question drew my eyes from the small metal bands in the palm of my hand. I quickly made a fist to hide its contents and met his eyes.

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"It's a bonding set, is it not?" Alistair asked as he slowly chewed one of the small strips of dried fruit he carried with him.

"What?" I said, my voice rising in pitch as I tried to conceal that I'd been staring at the rings for the last 20 minutes.

"The rings you've been pining over every night for the past week, when you think we're not looking," Brooke said in disgust.

"Brooke..." Alistair chided.

"What?" Brooke shot back. "She's been acting like a love-lorn maiden since we left. Something she's obviously not, I might add."

Alistair patted the air with his hand, trying to calm his wife's sharp temper.

"You'll have to forgive my wife," Alistair said with a smile. "Things are very simple in her culture."

"You say it like it's a bad thing!" Brooke said hotly.

"I said no such thing," Alistair retorted. "And you know it."

Brooke said nothing, instead choosing to bite into a strip of dried meat from her own pack.

"It's obvious you're torturing yourself about something," Alistair said. "It's probably part of the reason you punish yourself every day with those torturous exercises."

I'd worked out every day for the past two years. I wasn't about to stop just because I was on the road. Besides, Rhi would kill me if she found out.

"If you wish to speak about it, we'll listen," Alistair said.

Brooke hissed sharply but said nothing.

When I didn't speak, he continued.

"Is it the other Guardian...Rem-something?" Alistair asked.

"Remmi," I said quietly and sighed.

"Was she to be your bonded?" Alistair asked. "Is that who the band is for?"

I opened my hand and looked down at the pair of rings I'd bought from the jewelry stall outside The Roadhouse a while back.

"I see," Alistair said, continuing the one-sided conversation. "Are Guardians not allowed to bond?"

I had to think about this one. Nothing I'd learned mentioned having to be single or, thank God, celibate or anything to be a Guardian.

"There's nothing against Guardians...bonding," I said finally, shaking my head.

"She refused you then," Alistair said without tact.

I shook my head.

"Alistair, give it a rest, she doesn't want to talk about it," Brooke said with a patient tone.

"You haven't asked yet, then?" he asked, ignoring his wife's advice.

Brooke threw her hands up in frustration.

"I just...there hasn't been..." I started, but couldn't seem to finish.

"The right time," Brooke said, her tone softer for once.

"Yeah," I said, glancing over at the big cat.

Her large, mismatched eyes watched me silently.

"Things for us...well, things are crazy right now," I said.

"Things are always chaotic," Alistair said with a grin. "Especially for the young. Add to this the fact that you're resurrecting an ancient order in a land that seems to be violently opposed to the idea. I could see how priorities could get lost."

Alistair laid his hand on the ground, and a small shoot grew up. He plucked the shoot from the ground just as a small bulb on the tip opened into a tiny flower.

"Life is very complicated," Alistair said as he admired the flower from various angles. "When you look at this, you don't see the seed, the nutrients, the water, or the energy it needs to grow. You don't see the creatures that died to provide these things. All you see is the flower.

"The trick is to appreciate all these things even while you're simply enjoying the flower," Alistair said.

I heard a small groan from Brooke and glanced at her.

"What my long-winded husband is trying to say, badly I might add, is to put in the work and don't take things for granted, as nothing lasts," Brooke said with a sigh.

"I hadn't gotten there yet!" Alistair protested.

"Then hurry up and kill the flower already!" Brooke replied. It appeared this wasn't the first time she'd witnessed this little act from her husband. It was also obvious that this was a conversation they'd had many times before.

"No," Alistair said. "You've ruined the moment." With that, he delicately placed the flower down in the dirt where it took root and grew into a small bush.

"Well, now that makes no sense," Brooke complained, pointing at the bush.

I listened to the two of them going back and forth, complaining about pointless conversations, before it devolved into Brooke blaming him for why they had no friends.

I intervened then, afraid of what might happen next if they continued on.

"So," I started, clearing my throat and causing them to stop and look at me. I had a feeling they'd forgotten I was even there. "You're telling me to just do it? To ask Remmi to be my bonded?"

"If it'll get you to stop all your moping, yes!" Brooke said with determination.

"For better or worse, taking action will resolve the situation," Alistair said.

I sat back and started replaying the whole conversation in my head. None of it made any sense. It was like the three of us were having separate conversations that had nothing to do with one another. But, despite all odds, we'd somehow managed to come to the same conclusion?

I was still pondering this when the two of them rose without a word and slipped into the bushes. This had been a nightly routine for the married couple since we'd left The Roadhouse.

Every night, after dinner, the pair would "sneak" off and do it in the bushes. They never made excuses; they just got up, and went out of my sight to make out. I had a feeling this was a courtesy for me. Had I not been there, they probably would have done it on the spot.

I wouldn't have minded watching the pair, but Brooke made it painfully clear that she wasn't interested in sharing her bed or her husband with me. She literally said so the first night of our trip, and I wasn't about to test her resolve.

This didn't stop me from listening, though, not that I could have ignored them. The couple was rather loud and vocal. Apparently, living in the middle of nowhere meant they weren't used to having neighbors within earshot. After a week of listening to the couple, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on by sound alone. They had a routine.

When I heard something hit the ground with a soft thump, I knew it was Brooke dropping to her knees before Alistair. The sound of leather slipping across leather was her loosening his pants.

Alistair groaned when she reached in and pulled his cock from his trousers. The sigh that followed was Brooke's rough tongue slipping around his cock as she drew him into her mouth.

I tucked the small rings away as the slurping ensued, my hands reaching for my own pant laces.

Brooke said I couldn't join them. She hadn't said anything about touching myself while listening. Besides, they sounded hot. I'd been without the touch of another for a week and was randy as hell! If I didn't relieve myself every night, I'd probably go insane.

I wore the warskin beneath my normal day clothes. The armor pieces were in my pack, but could be quickly retrieved in an emergency thanks to whatever magics that warskin onesie had.

The warskin split open easily, unleashing my already straining cock. Wasting no time, I took myself in hand just as I heard Brook making gagging noises as she tried forcing her husband's cock into her throat.

In my imagination, those big cat eyes were looking up at me, her nose buried in my stomach as it was my cock she was gagging on. I reached up, stroking those large, furry ears and tried not to giggle as her whiskers tickled my thighs.

The sound of Brooke's clothes hitting the ground caused me to look in their direction.

I still couldn't see them, but I had a feeling he was pushing her up against a tree as I saw several branches move and leaves falling to the ground. Previously, I'd seen the claw marks Brooke had left on a tree after one of their more passionate evenings.

There was no sound as he entered her, but I heard her whimper the first time he slapped into her bottom. She was probably wrapped around the trunk, holding on for dear life as he pounded his cock into her from behind.

The thought of feeling her tight, soft ass bouncing off my pelvis with each thrust had my cock dripping precum. It was easy to fantasize about grabbing her furry hips and sinking myself into her. Or better yet, holding that tail up and watching the head of my prick spreading her lovely ass open. Trying not to cum as inch after inch of my cock slipped inside her tightness.

Then burying myself in her, causing her to cry out. Only to do it again and again, spearing her ass as her legs trembled, trying to hold herself up. Until finally I'd make her yowl with the load I'd blast into her--

The hot splash caught me by surprise, but I quickly rolled to my side as my cum began making a small pool in the dirt. Biting my lip to keep from yowling myself, I stroked my spurting cock until it slowed and stopped.

Panting into the dirt, I lie there listening to the amorous couple still going at one another.

When the forest finally stopped spinning, I started to clean myself up. I took my time. I wasn't in a hurry because I knew they'd be at it another 20 minutes at least. I also knew to be thorough.

The first night I listened to their romp and relieved myself to it, I hadn't realized just how sensitive Brooke's nose was.

When they'd returned to the camp, Brooke took one sniff and glared at me. She didn't say anything, but from her look alone, I got the message.

If Alistair had noticed anything, he didn't show it.

Once I was sure I wasn't in for another death stare from Brooke, I settled in for the night.

"No way I can bring home luggage this way," I chuckled to myself as my thoughts turned back to Remmi. I was still trying to figure out what to do about Remmi when the real yowling started from the bushes.

Ignoring my rising cock, I rolled over and tried to tune out the cat in heat and get some sleep.

This was pretty much our routine. We'd get up, eat as we walked. Break for a short lunch if needed and walk till dark. We'd set up camp, eat, they'd fuck while I masturbated, and then restless sleep, at least for me. They seemed to sleep like babes.

They were never worried about setting a watch. Alistair said nature would wake him if there were a problem, and Brooke said she'd hear anything well before it could get to us.

Despite their reassurances, I still slept fitfully. Part of it was Remmi, part was the coming threat to The Roadhouse. I'm sure sleeping out on the road was another part.

I'd gotten used to sleeping in a bed of one kind or another. Sleeping on the ground was never comfortable. No matter how much checking you did beforehand, you always ended up with a rock poking you in the back.

My companions, on the other hand, slept easily, curled up with one another. I wasn't sure if it was all the sexing before bed that helped them sleep so well or what. All I knew was they were pretty cute together.

I'd hoped I'd be exhausted from walking all day, and it would help me sleep. But I found I was only a little tired come dark. Nowhere near the exhaustion I'd felt every night our first month in this new Bio Hab.

I still couldn't believe how long I'd been here now. It was heading towards two years. Back on my home Bio Hab, I'd have been halfway through college now. Now, just as then, I had no idea what I wanted to study.

Even now, I didn't know what I wanted to be when I "grew up." Was being a Guardian what I wanted to do? I didn't really know what being a Guardian was going to be like. I knew what the history books said, but that was a long time ago.

I hadn't been a Guardian that long, and it looked like I'd already started a war! I guess maybe I should deal with that before I think about what might come after. Or should I?

Alistair was right, life was complicated, the more you thought about it.

So, I stopped trying to think and started trying to sleep.

If only I'd had a bucket of cold water. I could pour it on the couple making all the sexy noises and keeping me awake!

Aaaand now I was getting hard again.

It was going to be yet another long night.