SECRETS OF THE MITHRIN, AND OF DEKS
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Bal opened one weary eye to look over at a familiar face. Sinril, of course. The hot afternoon of the local day was a great time to take a long nap, the sun would go behind the mountains in a few hours and then he could stir about and work a few hours, if gathering firewood and cooking his supper would be considered work. He'd hunted a few days before and there was still meat enough for today. Tomorrow, he must hunt again. So he'd been napping, or about to, when Sinril entered. "How did it go?"
"Gathered the last of the provisions, all that didn't spoil or burn. Nothing left at my ship now but metal and ruin." Sinril told him as he entered the small cavern. A burrow, actually, a local creature had carved its nest from solid rock and Bal had dispossessed the creature (killed and eaten it) and moved in, but it made a rather comfortable abode for even his large frame, if cramped for two with the addition of Sinril. Sinril sat down wearily beside Bal's sleeping mat. "I worked some more on my radio. Without new parts, it's never going to work again."
"So don't sweat it. Radio's only good for intrasystem communications anyway." Bal commiserated with him. "You know the rules about shipwrecks; they'll search every planet very carefully when the war is over. Until then, stay alive and stay optimistic. They'll find us, one day. They promised us that."
"Yes, I know." Sinril didn't sound any better. Hell, Bal remembered that, he'd been marooned on this planet four months longer than Sinril had been, he'd watched the sky with increasing hopefulness as he saw the ship entering the atmosphere, coming his way. Rescue? Could it be? Then seeing how the ship was coming in too fast, too sharp an angle, it wasn't going to circle and search, it was another ship like his had been, damaged and coming in for a crash landing. He'd run to where it was coming down, and made it there some hours later, a small one-man ship, it was mostly intact, if banged all to hell. Then Sinril had stepped out of the ship and Bal grimaced. A Mithrin. Hell, it couldn't have been another Dek, could it, it had to be a Mithrin. And his own hopes of rescue had been dashed again. Yes, he knew how Sinril felt very well, indeed.
A lot of history had happened between this time and the 21st Century. Mankind had been through a lot and some of that history showed in these two men, Bal the Dek and Sinril the Mithrin. Both were human, but both had as well in their genesis the slavery of the Slith who had controlled several worlds of Mankind for several centuries.
To understand these two offshoots of Man, imagine if a Saint Bernard were standing next to a Chihuahua and you'd never seen nor heard of either breed; in neither of those two dogs would you recognize more than a passing resemblance to their common wolf ancestor. It was much this way with Bal and Sinril, and for the same reason...centuries before, their ancestors had been captured by the Slith and turned into slaves for their alien masters. Generation upon generation of their ancestors had been selected, bred and adjusted for their owners' pleasure.
Bal was a Dek, Men which the Slith had bred to work in the mines and on the farms, and all others form of hard manual labor, and so he was the "Saint Bernard" end of the human spectrum. He stood nearly nine feet tall and his arms, legs and chest were proportionately massive with muscles far larger than any normal human could have gained despite the strictest training regimen. His biceps weren't grapefruit sized, they were melon sized. His chest was bigger around as a bull gorilla's, his upper legs were large as beer kegs, and on top of all this was a thick mat of hair that fell just short of being a full fur coat. For this reason, he was now wearing only a tattered bit of torn coveralls; they covered his crotch down to a third way to his knees, and a thick bundle of threads held the waistband at one end and one shoulder at the other. Plenty of clothing for this hot world and since he'd arrived on this world with nothing but an escape pod, was all the clothing he owned.
Sinril, the Mithrin, came from humans who were selected (and then bred into small docility) for household tasks, such as cleaning, cooking, washing and caring for the Slith. Barely three and a half-feet tall, his arms were not only not muscled, they lacked any definition at all save when he strained at some task, when his bicep showed itself, a slim reed that struggled to do its duty. His proportions were not that of a child (though he was of the same height), he brought to mind more the "elves" of Earth legend in his shape and form. These two had been surviving together for two weeks and formed a rather tenuous friendship hindered by something Bal couldn't quite put his finger on...like Sinril had a secret he didn't want to share. No matter to Bal if the man had secrets, hell, marooned on a strange world, secrets didn't matter, but it did put a wall between the two of them.
But that wall suddenly loomed high over Bal with Sinril's next words. "I'm going to be moving out of this camp for the next three days. I won't be very far away, but you'll need to keep well away from me, okay?"
Bal looked over, puzzled, at Sinril's small, sobered face. "You're moving out? Man, you've seen this world. Hell of a rough place. Plenty of dangerous beasts out there." Not dangerous for Bal's brawny frame, but for little Sinril...creatures that would run from Bal would stalk Sinril!
"I know that, but I must go." Sinril returned. "I must do this once every thirty-two days, be away from you for three days, then I can return for twenty-nine more." Sinril had been marking a careful calendar on one of the cavern's walls, now Bal knew why.
"Well...there's another of these burrows southwards on this same cliff face about a hundred yards. Would that work?" Another creature killed both to feed Bal's appetite and to prevent it from coming after Bal.
Sinril shook his head. "Not far enough. I would still smell you."
"Nothing else will be safe." Bal warned. Then he stopped. "Smell me?"
"I must be further away." Sinril avoided the question.
"Further away, nothing is safe."
"Nonetheless, I must go."
Bal sighed. "All right. But at least try the other burrow. See if you do smell me."
"It is dangerous."
"More dangerous at night. There's a reason I took over this cave." Bal pointed to a nasty scar along the side of his ribs. "First night I was here, I got this. Thing ripped my escape pod to pieces to get to me. I searched for a cave the next day, lucky enough to find this. And you were lucky I found you before nightfall when you got here. The things on this planet can rip apart steel metal as easy as they rip up bare rock."
Sinril licked his lips. "It is dangerous for you if I stay."
Bal sighed. "So tell me why and I'll judge which is worse."
"Because I am about to come into heat."
"Heat?"
"I must tell you about the Mithrin. The Slith did not only breed us for their households, they bred us for their beds. They mate every thirty-two days, or must if they are not to go on a rampage."
"So what did they do to you?" Bal asked. The Slith had done things to the Deks, too, things he hadn't shared with Sinril. But nothing they'd done to Bal would be a threat to Sinril!
"Made us capable of serving their needs if a female Slith were not available."
Bal had to wrap his brains about this new bit of information. "You mean the Slith would just jump on you and fuck your ass?"
"More than a brief ravishment." Sinril was flushing bright red from his forehead to the neck of his jumpsuit, and perhaps over all his body. "Once a Slith takes his mate, he remains mated to them for the entire three days of his mating period. All male and female Mithrin can accept this mating. In fact..." And Sinril stopped.
"Go ahead." Bal said. "I haven't heard anything threatening to me, yet."
"In fact, all male and female Mithrin have no choice but to mate. Or should I say, seek out a partner to be the passive for."
"So if you stay here with me, you..."
"I will attempt to ravish you." Sinril said. "So you see, I must leave. Otherwise, we will bound together for three full days while I mate with you, force you to please me, over and over again, without a break, without...without separating from you. I will have no control over it. None at all."
"Well." Bal considered this novel dilemma. Sex with another male wasn't that alien to him, but three full days of it would be a bit much. For one thing, they'd run low on food in that length of time. And what if he had to fight something? "Let's try the other cavern, then. Maybe it's far enough away to let you sleep it off. Will you need provisions?"
"No, I...I have the items I need." Sinril said. He rose. "I will move myself there now, then. Please do not come southward any further than this cavern until I return."
Alone again, Bal sighed. Poor Sinril. He mused how in the world a group of Mithrin would handle such periodic needs. All needing to be the passives! They must be on different timetables for that, he supposed, or did they form gigantic circles of males impaling each other. But in that case, what happened to the females? And he fell asleep. Soon he must be active again, he'd maybe try to do some hunting before nightfall, bag a few small critters and leave some of them where Sinril could find them....
He settled for spearing some of the fish (they didn't resemble fish much, though they tasted much like the fish on Dekhara) and hanging them up to dry over the fire he kept burning before his cavern door at nightfall, these fish would stretch his food for another four days even with Sinril's return, the little Mithrin didn't eat very much. In fact, he'd eaten almost nothing the last few days.
That took him to true sundown, the long twilight of the mountain shadows turning to true night. He would sleep the first part of the night, then the second part of the thirty-seven hour day he would spend in tasks such as making new arrowheads and such, then could hunt again when the rising sun would drive the most dangerous predators below-ground. The full sleep plus nap worked well enough to rest his body, but played a certain hob with his diurnal rhythm. By the time for his full sleep, he was completely wiped out, even after all these months...he slept.
He awoke in full alarm! Someone or something had crawled onto the ledge outside of his cavern! The big predators could not scale these cliffs but smaller ones could! He grasped his spear and levered it. The fire was dimmed but the second moon was up, as large as Earth's Moon, and in full phase in the direction of sunrise, it gave his cavern a fairish light. He could see the creature as it sidestepped his fire (no native creature would do that, they all avoided fire like, well, like fire) and stood not far away. "Ba-a-a-a-al" it guttered at him hoarsely.
"Sinrin!" Bal said, for it was he, though dirty and naked and scratched from either brambles or native nightlife that still bled tiny globs of blood from some of the end-points. "You...you smelled me!"
"Ba-a-a-a-a-a-al, ye-e-e-e-e-sssss!" Sinrin hissed. "I will have you! I must have you!"
"And if I refuse?" Bal asked.
"I will di-i-i-i-i-i-ie!"
"Die?"
"I have sme-e-e-e-e-e-lled you, now I must have you, or die!" Sinrin crouched and then sprang at Bal. The little Mithrin was showing strength three times his normal ability, though still not nearly enough to injure Bal in any significant way. But he didn't intend to rip at Bal, only to yank at the strap that held Bal's remnant of his clothing to his body and with it off his shoulder, the entire thing sagged down. If Sinrin ripped it any more, there wouldn't be enough to salvage, the beast on his first night on this planet had nearly done it in as it was.
So Bal let Sinrin lower the strap and his own hand helped the little Mithrin slide it down his barrel-like hips and down to his knees. With that, he was nude (the jockstrap he had converted into a slingshot until the elastic had snapped on its third use) and Sinrin slavered as he reached for Bal's dong and lifted it from its nest of fur. He then dove on it like he intended to swallow it whole.
Bal gasped! He wasn't fully hard yet, but to the little Mithrin it must be four times the size of anything he'd ever handled before. But Sinril not only took him entirely, the entire length of it slid into his mouth and well down his throat and Sinril's nose dug into Bal's crotch fur and Bal's balls slapped Sinril's chin! "Ohhh, oh, Goddess Elissa!" Bal moaned as his manhood was enfolded in hot male saliva. "I haven't had someone take all of me since that shore leave on Mennek two years ago!"
Sinril began to bob back and forth on Bal's cock without ever releasing more than half of his length, though as he fattened up, the cock was over fourteen inches long and so plump that it strained Sinril's mouth to its tiny limit.
Sinril kept up his avid worship of Bal's dong even as Bal moaned and wondered what it would do to Sinril if he were to come just like this, be unable to perform as the tiny Mithrin tried to shove this huge pole up his ass? Would he die? Or simply wait until Bal could again achieve an erection. Surely the Mithrin didn't keep a three-day erection going...did they? The Slith had worked their mischief on the Deks as well, Bal wondered what Sinrin would think of his own idiosyncrasies when they came to bear. That whore on Mennek had been surprised at it, that was certain, she should have done her research before accepting Bal as a client, Goddess knows that the other whores had laughed at her predicament.
Sinril nearly vomited up Bal's prong at last, and it came out all heavy and greasy with his saliva and as Bal regarded the mischief worked upon his organ (it was looking a sort of gray from all the mouth-spit) when Sinril jumped up and his hands clutched at Bal's shoulders and his legs wrapped about Bal's waist. Sinril manuevered his buttocks so that the glans kissed Sinril's anus and Sinril growled a feral sound and gave a hard shove and Bal gasped as his prick was crammed up the small ass. He could feel Sinril's bowels warping themselves around it as it slid up inside, and the tightness of the intestines was fitting him like a too-tight sleeve, squeezing him so tight that it was like it'd never let him go!
Sinril didn't let up, he bounced up and down, shoving Bal's cock into him deeper and deeper until his buttocks were resting on Bal's testicles, and Sinril gave a howl and squirted a heavy load all over Bal's chest and stomach. The hot spray flew over Bal and Sinril's bowels rippled and that milked at Bal's cock in a way that drove Bal utterly mad with desire. No more reason to hold back now, was there, not with Sinril's come still spurting like an endless geyser over his chest fur, landing in hot clumps on him. "Ahh-ahh-ahhh-ruh-rrrrruuuuhhhhh!" He groaned and his own explosion drove upwards into Sinril's buttocks. Far too tightly packed to drip out, the entire load slipped back and forth with Bal's cock as Sinril continued to bounce up and down on Bal's dick and Bal roared with a sound that shook the alien night. When at last he was silent, the many sounds of the forest were still, and the only noise was that of a mild wind and the crackling of the hot coals as the fish's oils dripped down onto them.
Sinril looked into his eyes with a look of a slow return to reason. "Bal! Oh, Bal, I am so sorry, I have taken you for a mate, we are bound thus for three days now. I never meant to do this, but once a Mithrin has smelled another, he loses much of his intelligence, for his passion overcomes him. I shall pull myself away from you while I still can, I will not need to mate with you again for another hour or two."
Sinril shifted and tried to disengage himself, and as he struggled, Bal gave him a sympathetic smile. "I fear that, as I have had to deal with the secret sex life of the Mithrin, you must now deal with the secret sex life of the Deks."
"I...I cannot free myself." Sinril struggled a bit harder.
"Your struggles are in vain." Bal told him. My cock mimics that of several other species, in that an inner ring swells up and will not release you for several hours."
"Hours? But by that time...."
"By then, you'll be mating with me again, and extending the servitude I must inflict upon you. I fear we are bound together for the next three days. I am fortunate that I have sufficient food for the two of us for that long a time."
"I am so sorry I did not flee further from you."
"Hey, my fear was that you wouldn't be able to handle me at all. I have stretched you rather far, I fear."
"You are no larger than the Slith who used to mount us whenever they chose." Sinril informed him. "They would impale us and their mating would last for several hours, without any pauses at all."
"I'm very glad to hear that." Bal told him. "The rest of it is that we mate with only brief pauses as long as our ring holds you in place." He gave Sinril's ass a soft jab and his cock stiffened again as a result. "In fact, I'm ready to go again right now if you are willing."
Sinril felt the cock hardening and he gasped out, "When the Slith...mate with us...our bodies always rise...to their needs." And he began to bounce again on Bal's cock.
"Thanks." Bal told him. "But this one is on me." He lowered Sinril onto his sleeping mat, and when the small Mithrin was down, he began to hump hard and fast at the tender, small ass now attached to his dong.
After a half dozen or so matings and climaxes, Bal thought with the last dregs of his brain, he could keep himself in check long enough to lift both of them and walk about, with Sinril clinging to him like a monkey child to its mother's chest, enough to prepare food and such. They could live thus the next three days, though his cock may well be sore as hell from the marathon.
The biggest problem of any castaway was to find enough reason to stay alive until rescue could come. With Sinril riding on his dong three days out of each month, living never looked better to him!
THE END
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