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Rhuum Service
Brad Ferguson

MARVELOUS,” SAID CHAYLAIFA, his breath finally coming back to
him. He was on his back, smiling; his tail was comfortably wrapped
around his left thigh, out of the way.
The chosha was not smiling at all, but she nodded agreement. “Excuse
me for a moment, Chaylaifa,” she said.
“Of course,” he said. The sha watched her by the dim light as she left
their bed and headed for the bathroom. Nasu still cuts a fine figure, he
thought idly, particularly for someone of her years. I chose well, so long
ago. She is both good company and a good friend ... and she still
provides this old warrior with a stout enough ride, willing as she is to
try new things —
“Chaylaifa?” came a small, high voice near the foot of the bed.
“Ah,” he said. “Still with us, eh, my dear? Ha! Come a little closer.”
She did. “I thought you’d forgotten all about me.”
“Not possible. Did you doze off?”
“Just for a moment. It has been a long day.” The thaka’thott rolled
across the sweat-stained sheets of the strongly built bed and snuggled like
a youngling into Chaylaifa’s pelt. Fehlorah ran a paw through the matted
fur on the sha’s chest, her slightly extended claws barely grazing the
sensitive skin beneath.
“I am glad the Bloxx was delayed,” she breathed.
“So am I,” Chaylaifa replied. “I had to appear angry for the benefit of
our agents here, but I did not expect such a pleasant ... respite ... on the
first day of the talks.”
“A most welcome respite. It’s such an exciting trip, isn’t it?”
“Are you glad I brought you, girl?”
“Of course, Chaylaifa! Ever so glad!”
The sha smiled. “Now just how glad might that be?”
Fehlorah smiled in a way far beyond her years. “Very glad, my sha. Has
the chosha left anything for me?”
Chaylaifa laughed softly. “You know she has, little witch,” he said. He
sighed in mock exasperation. “How can such a one, small as you, destroy
me again and again, time after time, endlessly? You’ll kill me yet, girl.”
“I kill you?” Fehlorah’s paw began making its own, slow way down
Chaylaifa’s ample body, in the way she had so recently learned that he
liked the most. “More likely it will be the other way ‘round; I’ll be crushed
under you — or between the both of you. A sad yet wonderful fate indeed.”
“You’re much too spry to be caught like that, Fehlorah.” He ran the tips
of his powerful claws along the stripe of grey fur covering her spine, and
the thaka’thott shivered as her immature tail began twitching.
“You like that,” he said in a low voice.
“Very much,” she breathed. “And you?”
“What you’re begun doing down there feels very good, my little love.”
“Now just how good might that be?” she asked him, laughing, as
Chaylaifa’s breath began to hiss softly back and forth through his teeth.
A few moments later the bathroom door opened, throwing a bright
golden light into the room. Nasu stood in it, a silhouette.