** The final chapter without the lead-in to the main story.
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The dream ended and Oksana felt herself drifting so pleasantly in his embrace. She settled her face tightly against his neck as she hugged him. She was so happy. "Thank you Yevgeny," she sighed, "It was so beautiful to see your people. I wish that I was one of them, but I am happy with you here."
She pulled her head back and kissed him softly, feeling his throb deep inside her, still showing her the emotion of his heart. "Lie down," she whispered. I have found a king for myself. I wish only now that I could become your queen."
His eyes went wide and very dark as he looked at her with a soft groan in his throat. "It has been an even longer time since I have seen a female look at me as you look right now. Very well then. You find the way you like it, and I take you as my queen, Oksana, though I am nothing anymore."
Oksana sighed as she found the best fit for herself on top of him, "I think ..., I think you have it... wrong Yevgeny. Remember what I said before ..." she moaned quietly, "I know nothing... of magic. But... I have the heart for it, and ..." she grunted softly and threw her head back a moment before looking down at him again, "you are my king. That's what you are to me."
An hour and a half later, Oksana was looking up at him. His arms were holding her and his hand cradled her head. It was all that she could do to keep her legs around him. The big bang orgasms had come and gone again and again. Now she felt weak and happy at how he loved her so gently. She felt so languid and pliable, noticing details, tiny details. She could feel the tickle of his fur against her, and the wetness of his seed as it ran out of her, and still he went on so tenderly now. This surely must be heaven.
He'd forgotten to tell her that at three o'clock, the watering system would come on. He'd forgotten it himself. She didn't even mind it as he protected her from most of the soft rain and they laughed about it.
"Yevgeny? I still keep feeling little pains here and there, all over. They last only long enough for me to notice them, and then they are gone and it begins somewhere else. They don't even really hurt. Sometimes my skin tingles and itches for a moment. Then that is gone. Is this usual when you love, or is this more of you finding my nerves?"
"These are things that you feel in your nerves, Oksana. Do they bother you much? Are you hurting?"
"No," she said, "Please don't stop, unless you wish to. I would have thought that for someone who has never done this for more than a few seconds at a time, that I would be a little sore or something, but I think that I would be happy to do this all day with you. Am I good for you?"
He smiled and nodded, but he looked a little like he was concentrating, "Yes, very much. And you?"
"That is a silly question, my friend." She smiled and sighed as she reached up and stroked his cheek, "Can you not see this in my eyes when I look at you?"
She grimaced for a second, "Why do I feel a high sound, Yevgeny? I can't describe it any other way. It is nothing that I hear, but it comes to my mind as though I feel it as a sound."
He smiled, "You should be very happy for that, because I am. It is me trying to join with your nerves completely, but you are not ready yet, I think. That you can sense this at all is a miracle."
He noted a definite change in how her eyes looked to him, and it drove him to thrust harder. Oksana got the message and bucked against him once more, again and again.
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She woke up listening to birds as she lay in his bed. She was covered in soft blankets, though her hair was wet. She wondered about how he'd gotten her here, since she couldn't recall walking, or even anything beyond the last thrashing wails of the last time. Her throat was sore. Oksana ran her hand down between her legs and smiled as she found what he'd left behind.
She got up and picked up her glasses from the nightstand. She set them on her nose, and then grimaced as she took them off again to look at the smudges which must be on the lenses.
But there weren't any smudges, other than a few faint marks from dried water droplets. She looked around, and noticed that she could see quite well without them. She wondered how this could be as she looked around, blinking.
There were other things which she noticed now. She looked at where she'd slept, and she could feel the warmth from where she stood. From more than four feet away, she felt the texture of the linen and, sliding her eyes along a little further, she felt the wetness of his semen. She shook her head. She could taste it a little from four feet away. She liked it, but it was insane. How could she feel texture without touching?
She looked at the closed door and knew there were food smells on the other side of it. She also knew that he was inside the house. She knew it like she knew that he loved her, and she knew that like she knew her own name. She stepped to the door and opened it to call down from over the railing.
"Yevgeny?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Nothing," she said, "Are we alone here? Can I come down?"
"Of course, Oksana. Why? Do you plan to give me a thrill this morning?"
She giggled a little at how hopeful he'd sounded.
