Chiva & Chupa 6

        In the following week since I signed the papers for Chiva it had been relatively calm. The day after I signed for Chupa and now they were both legally in my home. The nights were filled with watching television or talking about where Chiva or I had come from. Chupa did not have many memories of her childhood that weren't of Chiva. Sometimes the two of them lapsed into Spanish for a little bit. My broken Spanish did little to help me understand them. I asked Chupa one night where she learned English and she couldn't recall. Chiva's story was simple. She learned it from missionaries in the town. She did not take to their religion but they taught her and other Satyrs English and helped them get to a position where they could immigrate in the country. There was something that she was not telling me though. Something that she kept skirting around. The reason she left was because of her parents but she wouldn't divulge any more information than that. I had thought about asking her uncle but it would be rude and disrespectful to her if I went behind her back when she did not want to tell me. It really was none of my concern.

       

        The evenings spent on the couch were some of the most pleasant I could remember. It was good to spend time around someone again. I had been busy with my work to the point of excluding friends. I would still see them from time to time but they were busy with their lives. I understood but there was a small bit of resentment that they did not have the time to call anymore. Those feelings had disappeared from my heart when I accepted Chiva and Chupa into my home. They were the perfect balance of friends. One wild and unashamed and the other cautious and reserved.

       

        There were times where I'd make out with Chiva. I'd run my finger tips around the curl of her horns then work the edge of her ears while kissing her. She would pant and squirm under my fingertips. It was cute the noises she'd make when my lips and teeth would nibble on the tip of her ear or at the base of her neck. I could feel her skin grow hotter under mine and it would often flush a pretty shade of crimson. One particularly enjoyable night found the two of us nearly out of our clothes on the couch. My hands were working with the button of her skirt when she suddenly stopped me. Her mood had gone from wanting to icy. I hadn’t done anything that I could recall to change it. Chupa was fast asleep on my bed and there was a considerable bulge pressing against my jeans. She refused to take it further and this was the line drawn for every night.

       

        There was very little in the way of an explanation as to why we couldn't at the very least have oral sex. We would progress to a point where I knew she wanted it as badly as I did and she would suddenly withdraw. Her excuses were the same. She felt that she was not ready and wanted it to be special. I bought it the first few nights and agreed to hold off until we could consummate our feelings in a more romantic way. By the fifth evening it was grating on my nerves. Physically I was in pain from being teased so much. I wouldn't release the tension myself because she was there. Sex was not a condition for her to continue living in my home. It was the sort of thing I wanted to do with her because I loved her. The sixth night was the hardest. I had my fingers trailing through the curly hair surrounding her puffed lips and I almost made contact with her clitoris before she halted me. I took a breath and agreed to stop. The rest of the night I acted as cold as she did just to calm my nerves from exploding in fire and come. I was nearly going to burst from all the attention but none of the final release.

       

        On the seventh day we went shopping at the local mart. The grocery bill caused my eyes to pop a bit but Chiva did have some money to help. She was still working with her Uncle at the market for a few hours every day and that left Chupa and I alone. Normally Chupa would just watch television or sleep. Today however she decided to come with us and I regretted it the first time I had to stop her from eating whatever she pleased without paying for it. Chiva had bought a couple bolts of cloth and more sewing supplies. She wanted to make a couple dresses and blouses for her and Chupa. The cloth was pretty plain but light cotton that would be good in the desert sun. Chupa kept touching the cloth with a fascination of the texture. I ran my fingers over it feeling nothing really out of the ordinary. Perhaps there was something my fingers couldn't feel.

       

        We paid for everything and went home. I dropped Chiva off at the market first and then I put everything away. Chupa was no help at all while she napped on my bed again. After the work was done I opened the fridge and pulled out a coke. Popping the can I sat on the couch and leaned my head back. This was not at all where I wanted to be with the woman of my dreams. I had thought things would go so much easier. Ever since I had caught her and Chupa she'd been different. No matter how much I tried to reassure her that it was perfectly fine with me she still acted as if I'd come across the worse possible secret. Perhaps she did harbor deep guilt over it. Considering how her father reacted I may have been trying too hard to push her.

       

        Chupa had awakened and come into the front room while I was in thought. The first thing she did was steal the coke from my hand and take a long drink of it. She raised her arms up and I could see the undersides of her breasts beneath the shirt. She did not like how long it was when I gave it to her so she ripped the bottom half off. Now it displayed all of her toned abdomen and the shorts were riding a bit low showing the top of her hips. I let out a long sigh and she handed the can back to me. She stretched and her breasts almost fell free of the shirt. Her tail straightened while she stretched and she arched her back a bit. I could feel stirrings and I rested the cold can in my lap. She went to the bolts of cloth and started unwinding them.

       

        I watched her feel around them. Her fingers must be more sensitive than mine or she was like a cat with a ball of string. My mind started figuring the latter when she wrapped herself up in the cloth and started playing with it. She laid down on her back and her feet pushes against the rolls. I hear a slight rip and quickly stood up almost spilling the can. She stopped and reached down then pushed a clawed finger through a small hole she made in the edge of the cloth. She stood and unwound herself. I was prepared to chew her out for making holes again when she suddenly whipped the length of cloth up and then spun it around the both of us. In the fray she had lost her shirt and I was pressed up against her. She stood just a couple inches shorter than I and it was enough to look down into her amber eyes and see the mischievous grin behind them.

       

        Wrapped in the cloth with her body warm against mine I couldn't help but rise to the occasion. She felt it pressing against her and winked slightly. That alone was unsettling. I'd seen her playful but never on a level like this. She spun the opposite direction and unwound from me. With a free hand she grabbed the second bolt of cloth and twined us loosely in the folds. I tried to step away but my legs were caught and I went down on top of her. I stopped just short of hitting her with my full weight and she yipped. Her claws sought out my back through the cloth and pressed firmly into my shirt. She drew her hands back and they shredded the shirt and a couple layers of my skin. I made a noise that I never made before when I was not coming. It was purely for the pleasure mixed with pain at the raking of her claws. She moved her hips up and slipped out of the shorts. Beneath me she was completely nude and wanting. She took one of my hands and guided it down between her legs. I could feel the heat coming off her. This was not like the week before when she had been crazed with lust from the moon's influence. This was consensual. She could have stopped any time she wished. I could have stopped her any time I wished. The week worth of frustration had built up in me and I was not thinking clearly when I pulled off my shirt. She drew her claws down my back and helped me slide down my pants. As I sprang forth she wrapped a hand around my shaft and started to work it dry. I tensed and stopped looking down at her face. She canted her head to the side and regarded me for a moment. The two of us lay there wrapped in two bolts of cloth for a good minute before she finally pushed herself up. Her teeth nipped at the corner of my ear and she whispered the sweetest words I had ever heard. She told me that she wanted me inside her.

       

        I lost all resolve in that moment and I pushed her down against the floor. I kissed her hard and she bucked her hips eagerly wanting me to slip inside of her. She guided me to her second lips and I pressed against her opening feeling the wetness. I stilled my body and readied myself. She dug her claws into my arm and I was just about to thrust forward and bury myself in her when I heard a click. I couldn't be sure what it was for a moment. The second sound was much worse. There was a box that hit the ground and out of it rolled a couple onions. I looked up and saw Chiva standing in the doorway having dropped a box brought from the market. The look of utter shock on her face instantly brought me to the realization of what I had almost done. I couldn't look at her, I couldn't let her see me this way. I looked down at Chupa and saw her eyes on Chiva. There was a wolfish grin set on her mouth. Chiva put her hands up then turned and ran away from the door. I moved to go after her but I was wrapped up. It was a struggle to get free and I had to quickly gather my pants. There was no time for a new shirt as I bolted out of the door in jeans.