A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 9.99:
Redemption

by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for F/F and M/F
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file

Quasma took a deep breath as she heard a light knocking at the door. It was supposed to be Jerik, and she really hoped it was, especially since she was only wearing a light robe right now. She glanced back at the coupon he'd given her for the solstice and smiled. She should ask if she could keep it ... just as a souvenir.

Tim was with Kaia tonight, out to dinner with her and her Defender, and so Quasma had at least the next two hours free. She opened the door, not sure if she'd be greeting Jerik, or Ryka.

"Hi," he smiled a bit shyly at her, a grooming kit and a few other items in his hands.

"Hi," she smiled back, stepping aside to let him in. "Want some tea?"

"Sounds good." He nodded and came inside. "Would you let me in on what the deal is with that Rohr dress?"

"Lemme guess," she smiled, starting the tea. "You asked about wearing it here, Tomar managed to get out a 'no' despite being adorably bashful, and couldn't explain why not?"

"Not without pushing a lot harder than I have the heart to." He nodded and set down the things he'd brought to accept a teacup. "Besides, I knew you wouldn't mind telling."

"Mmm ... well, the big question is just how much your relationship with him is serious," Quasma explained as she poured the tea a few moments later and took a seat of her own. "Probably why he's not sure about explaining it to you yet. The Rohr don't really have 'courting, then marriage,' the way we do," she said.

"They started out as nomads, and a lot of them still are, so during festivals when groups of them meet together is the best time to meet potential mates. Since they don't know if it's going to actually work out or not, they've got a stage or two that basically work out to various stages of being engaged and living together.

"Now, the dress is just a general Rohr outfit for special occasions; they don't have a distinct wedding dress. But from his being so shy about it, and the timing, I'd say he's probably hoping to take the first official steps. The two of you wouldn't be married or anything permanent, but it's basically recognizing the relationship you've already got under Rohr traditions and laws," she told him.

"Definitely not anything I'm going to object to," he smiled fondly for his Defender. "What are the steps?"

"I'm not sure how it works for him, since he's living here instead of with his family, but it would generally be a matter of living as part of the family the prospective couple would be living with, then as part of the village or tribe, then marrying ... given that the two of you probably aren't going to be settling down, I'm really not sure what the future steps would be, but it's probably more symbolic than official, with everything that's different."

"He's still a sweetie," Jerik grinned and sipped his tea. "So which form did you want to play with?"

"Yeah, he is," Quasma chuckled. "And Ryka, maybe?" She asked hopefully.

"Of course," he smiled and relaxed, the disguise self spell coming very easily to him now. "I did offer either." She added and finished the tea with a seductive smile.

"You did," Quasma smiled and finished her own tea. "We have a limit other than just the two hours before you can't keep it up anymore?"

"Nope, that's it." Ryka chuckled and set the cup down. "Though I think Tomar might be upset if I don't get home tonight."

"I'll make sure you get back to him," Quasma smiled, moving around the table to kiss Ryka lightly on the cheek. "Might ask to spend the night, but I'll make sure I return you in good shape," she winked.

"You are giving me some serious threesome thoughts," Ryka laughed easily and turned to kiss Quasma on the mouth. "Care to start with the grooming, or something else?"

"Good, I'm doing my job then," she teased, kissing Ryka back, purring as she licked the tabby's lips. "Grooming first? Help me relax a little," she giggled.

"Then why don't you slip that robe off and lay down?" She purred deeply. "I think I can manage to relax you a bit."

The young Lynx slipped the robe from her shoulders, setting it over the top of the chair before leading an equally bare Ryka way back into the bedroom.

"Do you use Ryka very often?" She asked as she laid down on her bed, stretching out so she could be groomed easily. She smiled up at the sleek-furred black on red tabby fem that sat on the bed next to her with the brush set.

"At least once a week." She nodded. "It's good to keep in practice with your forms. It's fun too."

"Bet it is," Quasma smiled, reaching back to brush her fingers along Ryka's silky-furred thigh. "You picked a pretty one."

"Thank you," she smiled and began to gently brush out Quasma's thick, silvery-grey hair. "I thought about it a lot."

"Mmm ... is there a reason you picked her?" Quasma asked, pressing lightly into the brush.

"She's a female version of me." She chuckled. "At least a potential one. I have several sisters to base it on. I always thought my oldest sister was gorgeous."

"Mmm ... if she looks like you do, I'd say you've got good taste," the Lynx purred. "Mind if I ask a few ... ooh ... questions?" She asked, groaning as the brush worked over a tight bunch of muscles in her back, still stiff from her work in the library.

"Go for it," Ryka nodded and paid a little more attention to that spot.

"Mmm ...." Quasma purred, trying to remember just what she'd been planning on asking about as Ryka groomed her. "Do you like boys, or girls, better?"

"Girls as a guy and guys as a girl." She answered easily. "It's really kinda interesting, but the shapeshift, even one this cosmetic, really does shift my interest a lot."

"Guess you're just straight at heart, for the most part," Quasma mused. "Do you think it's like that for most people who can shift?"

"I guess," she nodded. "And I'm not sure. It probably depends a lot on what you're interested in normally and how deep you get into the new identity."

"I s'pose," Quasma murmured. "Might have to find out some time. You ever wonder if it's right for you, what you prefer?"

"Yeah," she barely whispered, her hands stilling for a moment before picking up on the grooming again. "I'm not exactly normal for my kind. I wondered a lot, still do, sometimes."

"Sorry," Quasma said gently. "If you'd rather not talk about it, I understand."

"Thanks," she murmured.

"Guess I'm just trying to figure out where I stand on it," Quasma admitted, looking back at Ryka. "I mean ... do you think it's wrong, that I think you're more attractive like this than as Jerik?" She asked. "No offense intended," she added quickly.

"None taken," she smiled warmly. "And no, I can't say I do. There's nothing wrong with it, and you know it's me." She looked down at the Lynx, looking over her shoulder at her while she was brushed out. "Besides," she blushed slightly, "I put a lot of work into this form. Even Tomar thinks it's sexy, and he's not into biped fems."

"Well, there's that much then. Work well spent, if you ask me," Quasma smiled. "I'm guess I'm just not sure if I really do prefer fems, or if it's just lack of experience talking. Not that there's too much way to fix that that I want to use," she added with a bit of a giggle.

"I don't mind helping you figure it out," Ryka purred and nuzzled Quasma's neck.

"Mmm ... I bet you don't," Quasma purred back, shifting slightly on the bed to make room for Ryka next to her. "Join me?"

She smiled and put the brush down before sliding onto the bed to lay next to Quasma and lightly ran a hand down her back.

"Have you ever done this before?" Quasma asked, kissing Ryka gently and running a hand down her slender stomach.

"No," she shook her head and leaned into the touch a bit as her own fingers explored Quasma's soft, round breasts. "Just explored myself a few times."

"Okay," the Lynx purred, nuzzling her neck and reaching up to fondle her slightly larger breasts gently. "Mmm ... I'll have to show you the ropes then," she winked.

"Mmm, I'll try to be a good student." Ryka winked back and lowered her head to nuzzle Quasma's breasts, then licked her hardening nipples.

"You're doing great just now," Quasma rumbled, ghosting a hand down Ryka's side, rubbing her thigh and ass, then shifting her hand around to the front to cup the downy fur of her sex.

"Good," Ryka continued to nuzzle and lick at Quasma's breasts and moved one hand down to mimic the touch between her own legs. "So do girls do anything besides foreplay?"

"Depends on what you consider foreplay," Quasma purred, pressing into the touch and stroking Ryka's lips lightly. "I don't have the toys some do, but there can be more," she explained, slipping a furry finger up into Ryka's body gently.

"Oh!" She arched up slightly and shifted to spread her legs even as her body squeezed down around the intruder instinctively.

"You like that?" Quasma purred, kissing Ryka gently on the lips as she started to wiggle her finger around a little, circling the tight ring of muscle just inside the tabby's body.

"Yes," she moaned softly and gently pressed a finger of her own into Quasma's body while her palm rested on the Lynx's clit,

"Mmm ... that's good," Quasma moaned, moving her finger a little bit faster, testing to see just what Ryka liked as the heel of her hand worked the tabby's clit lightly. She quickly decided that Ryka simply enjoyed being touched and touching. Even inexperienced, she was good at mimicking what was done to her and guessing what would feel good.

Quasma kissed her tenderly, rubbing into the tabby's fingers and palm with a soft whimper as her juices started to dribble out around Ryka's fingers and slickening the fur caressing her clit teasingly.

Her breath caught sharply as the pleasure began to tingle inwards from where she was being touched to her wombs where it gathered and coalesced.

"Oooh ... close," Quasma whimpered softly, fingering Ryka faster, trying to get her off too. It didn't quite work before she lost control of her body with a roaring cry that hitched each time Ryka's fingers moved, pushing the orgasm even higher.

Her body tightened and spasmed, her juices flowing out around Ryka's fingers, her own twitching erratically inside the tabby. It was finally enough to push Ryka over the edge with a keening sound.

Quasma kissed Ryka hotly, pressing her tongue into her mouth and holding her close as they both started to come down slowly.

"That was good," Ryka purred softly.

"It gets better," Quasma purred back. "Have you ever used your tongue on Tomar's fem-sex?"

"Yeah," she chuckled and nuzzled Quasma's breasts. "It makes him all squirmy."

"Mmm ... wanna find out why?" The Lynx asked with a broad grin, licking Ryka's forehead with her rough tongue.

"Sure," she slid her fingers out from between Quasma's legs and stretched her body out, her legs spread for her playmate.

"Mmm ...." Quasma nuzzled her way down Ryka's body, licking and suckling at her breasts and nipples lightly, coaxing them to hardness and rubbing her thigh against the other young woman's sex.

"Oh, yeah," Ryka moaned deeply and rocked her hips to take advantage of the soft, slick surface pressing against her.

Quasma shifted, turning on top of Ryka a bit, rubbing their slick lips together and reaching down to fondle her breasts. She rolled the young woman's pebble-hard nipples between her fingers, teasing and playing with them in the ways that made her feel best.

She grinned as her playmate closed her eyes and moaned. It wasn't hard to guess that the position was one that got her going as much as the contact.

Then Ryka's hands were on her body, squeezing her ass and the sleek-furred tabby claimed her mouth hungrily.

Quasma purred into the kiss, all thought of getting her head between Ryka's thighs forgotten for the moment. She kissed the tabby back just as hungrily as she was being kissed, rubbing their sexes together carefully, their lips rubbing each other's clits as the pleasure built again and they both trembled in anticipation.

"Cum with me, Ryka," Quasma whimpered softly, using all her skill as they rubbed against each other, trying to work each other over the edge.

"Yes," the tabby shuddered, her hand clutched Quasma's ass tightly as they both surrendered control to instincts and the tight contractions of a second orgasm.

The Lynx moaned, her body tightening as her juices flowed out to mingle with Ryka's both their bodies spasming inside as they each came hard and they could only cling to each other until it passed, leaving them panting, their flesh still twitching randomly.

"That was something else," Quasma panted, grinning loopily. "Up for one more?"

"I think so," Ryka nodded, still trying to catch her breath.

Quasma returned to her quest towards Ryka's pussy, kissing and licking her way down the tabby's body.

"How long we have left?" She asked.

"Over an hour," she moaned softly.

"Plenty of time then," the Lynx grinned, licking Ryka's navel lightly before giving a long, slow lick to her swollen pussy, tasting the mix of their juices there. "Damn that tastes good," she purred.

"Feels pretty good too." Ryka drew in a breath and spread her legs a bit more.

"It gets better," Quasma promised with a grin, wrapping her arms around the bottoms of Ryka's thighs, shifting a bit to lift the young woman and press her short muzzle between her legs. She started to nibble and lick at her swollen lips, working each one over with sharp, careful teeth, from top to bottom and back up, pausing to lavish her clit with attending before moving to the other slick fold of flesh.

"Oh, yeah." Ryka shuddered and arched up, pressing her pussy against Quasma's muzzle.

"Tomar's never done this for you?" Quasma asked curiously, before pressing her tongue deep into Ryka's sex, savoring her sweet juices and drinking in the hot, intoxicating scent of her arousal as muscles rippled and caressed her tongue back.

"No," she panted, already starting to lose control again.

"Gonna have to tell him what he's missing," Quasma moaned into Ryka's pussy, her own sex dripping onto the floor, the room practically reeking of sex. She started rubbing Ryka's clit skillfully, pressing her sharp little teeth around the entrance to her body, devouring her sex.

Anything Ryka was going to say was lost to a moan as her legs tried to close, the pleasure spiraling out from her uppermost wombs until it tightened every muscle in her body.

Quasma purred through her best friend's entire orgasm, drinking down the juices matting her muzzle, closing her eyes and just letting the smell and taste of arousal and sex wash over and through her.

"Wow," Ryka eventually panted as she relaxed, completely spent.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Quasma smiled, sliding up along Ryka's body and snuggling close with a happy sigh. "Mmm ... Ryka? Is it okay if we just snuggle until the spell's about to wear off?"

"Sure," she grinned, more than a little loopy and exhausted as she snuggled in and wrapped her arms around her friend, then used a bit of Force to pull a light blanket over them.

Quasma sighed happily, the two of them snuggling and making out a bit as time passed, the spell slowly wearing off. Just about the time she thought it was due to expire, she kissed Ryka tenderly, slowly.

"Thank you," she rumbled huskily.

"You are welcome," she smiled back and returned the kiss. "I enjoyed it a lot too." She ran a hand along the Lynx's side, her thumb gently playing along her breast.

"Mmm ... there has to be some way I can thank you properly," Quasma purred suggestively, teasing Ryka's nipples with her thumbs. "When you're Jerik again, do you want me?" She asked with a rumble.

"Very much," she murmured and kissed her again as the spell faded and her features melted into his. "It was good the first time, now I actually have a clue what I'm doing."

"Mmm ... take me then," she purred, rolling him on top of her, spreading her legs beneath the blanket.

"Mind if I'm against your back?" He lowered his head to nuzzle her breasts.

"Not as long as you keep everything where it belongs," she purred, rubbing the back of his head for a moment before shifting the blanket off of them, rolling over onto her hands and knees.

"I will," he promised as he knelt behind her and spread her lower lips with his fingers. He pressed the textured tip of his cock against her opening and leaned forward to take her scruff in his jaws and pin her wrists down with his hands before he sank into her with a single smooth thrust.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, pressing back against him as something even more than the physical aspect kicked in to make her quiver as she enjoyed the feeling of being filled up with his shaft, her body clinging to his light barbs.

She whimpered softly as he took her hard and fast, his body pinning her without malice. She shivered submissively, tilting her head to expose her scruff and neck to him as she milked his cock with her sex.

Gods, it felt good like this. She was sure from his punishing rhythm that he was enjoying this a lot too.

Her body trembled and tingled, pleasure building in her belly. Even greater than the physical pleasure, was the pleasure of knowing that she was with somebody she cared for, even as a friend, somebody she could trust. He pinned her to the bed, was on top of her - somebody looking would think he was completely in control and taking what he wanted.

At the same time, each of them was trying to pleasure the other. They were young, and relatively inexperienced, but each reacted to the other. The fact they were trying made it easier, and more pleasant, to succeed.

She felt a rumbling growl vibrate into her body from the tom on top of her as the nature of his thrusts changed; stronger, faster, more aggressive.

She purred, her entire body vibrating around and against him, working the muscles of her sex, trying to make them both climax at the same time again. His textured head rubbed against her g-spot, and she moaned long and low, right at the edge of one last orgasm that the feel of his hot seed splashing against the entrance to her wombs sent her over with a mewing cry.

She whimpered softly, her body milking his cock, squeezing down tightly around his shaft and drawing his seed deep into her body. She pressed back against him submissively, her body rumbling with a deep, satisfied purr as he slid one hand up from her wrist to caress her front from throat to clit.

"Thank you," he nuzzled the back of her neck.

"Thank you too," she murmured pleasantly. "Mmm ... you should probably be getting back to Tomar soon," she said, leaning back to kiss him lightly. "Not that I'm trying to get rid of you," she chuckled.

"I didn't think so," he chuckled and sifted to pull out of her body with a shudder. "But he will be happy to see be back before curfew."

"Mmm ... and you'll probably smell strong enough that he jumps you at the door," she teased, purring as she leaned up to kiss him again. "Might want to use a freshening spell before you go. Thanks for an incredible evening."

"I plan too," he chuckled and kissed her back before getting up and casting the simple spell before getting dress. "It was a very good evening." He paused after pulling his shirt on. "Maybe we can do this again, sometime?"

"Some time," she smiled, rolling over to watch him leave. "Maybe once you guys get back from visiting Tomar's family I can spend the night over there?"

"Maybe," he smiled. "I don't know how Tomar will feel about it."

"Maybe bounce the idea off him," Quasma smiled. "I'm willing to include him too. Have a good night, Jerik."

"I'm sure I will," he chuckled softly and left to return to his own room and mate.

A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 9.99: Redemption

NC-17 for F/F and M/F
Het Level is HighHet Smut Level is PWP
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is HighFemslash Smut Level is PWP
Herm Level is None

20 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written January 29, 2006 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: Herath, Star Wars (Furry)

Primary Races: Feline, Kat

Contents: Furry. Herm. Het (M/F). Femslash (F/F). Sex (Teen)

Pairings: Ryka/Quasma, Jerik/Quasma, Jerik/Tomar

Blurb: Quasma takes Jerik up on his Solstice gift.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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