Last of Her Kind

Chapter 8 CATHRYN

Cathryn opened her eyes.

Alora was standing in the doorway staring at Cathryn’s hand that was still rubbing her p***y. Cathryn shook her head and cleared her mind; sitting up, she pulled her skirt back down to cover herself.

“What are you doing?” Alora asked again, but her tone wasn’t accusatory. To Cathryn, it seemed like a genuine curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“Why were you rubbing yourself like that there? Are you hurt?”

Cathryn laughed a little at the question. “No, not at all.”

Alora asked again, “Then what are you doing?”

Cathryn calmed down and looked at the girl hard. “Has your mother not spoken to you about s*x yet?”

“I know about s*x,” Alora scoffed, “What you were doing, did not look like s*x though.”

At this, Cathryn laughed again, only harder. “Not in a traditional sense, no.” She calmed down again and looked at Alora seriously. “What all do you know about s*x?”

Alora straightened herself and stood tall.

“s*x is meant for us to produce offspring between a male and female of a species.”

At this, Cathryn laughed even harder. “You’re so formal,” she said through a smile. “Yes, and no. s*x can be about so much more than just producing offspring and it can also be between more than just the male and female of a species.” She leaned over the side of her bed and returned with a book that she flipped open to show Alora. “Take pixies for example. They’re known to not only have s*x with both species, but they’re actually polyamorous and lean more towards orgies as a mating process than one on one encounters with each other. That way, they can raise their young with a hive mind instead of taking individual claim over offspring. And mermaids,” she flipped through a few pages as she spoke, “can change gender as needed for the species to survive, but continue to have s*x for pleasure with any of their mates. Or dragons, who are known to mate only with one other dragon, but were historically know to keep human pets of all genders.”

Alora c****d her head at this last bit of information. “Pets?”

Cathryn continued to flip through pages until she landed on one of an image that she showed Alora. The picture was of a dragon who was cradling two maidens. “Yeah, that’s how the stories of damsels and dragons came to be. The book says that there are some dragons that had magic and could take on a human form. It also states that some of those dragons were known to have fallen in love with humans and even dwarves and elves while in that form, and that they took some back to live with them as what we call pets. They could also mate with some of the dragons, which created a subspecies of dragon children. But many of those children didn’t survive. See, some of the pets were married or pledged to others who claimed the dragons had casted spells on them. Those forlorn lovers would go out with search parties that would later become hunting parties and those men and the few women who led them were the original slayers. Once the slayers learned of the dragon offspring, they worked to kill off any and all children they could find.”

“Where did you get this book,” Alora shifted uncomfortably.

“It was one of the relics they brought back after they raided the Abandoned City.” Cathryn mindlessly fingered the pages, not paying attention to Alora as she felt how soft they had grown over time.

Alora brought her back to attention when she suddenly changed the subject back to their original conversation. “But what you were doing wasn’t with someone else, so how is that s*x?”

“I was getting to that,” Cathryn continued. She closed the book shut and put it back under her bed. “Yes, s*x is for mating, but as we can learn from these examples, it can also be for pleasure too. We are made to enjoy s*x, and if you know what you’re doing, you can enjoy it alone. Which is what I was doing just now when you entered my room unannounced.” The last bit she enunciated, but it seemed to go unnoticed.

Alora was quiet for a bit while she thought on what Cathryn said, and Cathryn was afraid she was going to have to figure out a better way to explain it.

“Can you show me?”

Cathryn was taken aback by the question. “What do you mean, ‘show you’?”

“Well,” Alora hesitated, “I know what s*x for mating is, but I don’t know about this s*x for pleasure.”

Cathryn gave her a weird look, “Where are you from again?”

“The mountains.”

“I figured you guys would know all sorts of freaky s**t, being all alone out there and what not.”

Alora shifted again and looked away. “I’m from a small, protective town. We don’t really get out much.”

“Right. Well, I mean, I guess. Sure. I could show you.” Cathryn was thinking as she spoke. “But you have to keep quiet. We can’t wake my father, or he’ll suspect other things are afoot.”

“What kind of other things?”

Cathryn waved off Alora’s question, “Not important right now.” She leaned over and patted the bed next to her. “Take a seat.”

Alora crossed the room to do as she was told, and sat on the bed next to Cathryn.

 Cathryn pulled her skirt back above her legs, propped her knees up and began to give her anatomy lesson.