S'Nill on the Rooftop {Redman} {MF sci-fi}
(c) December 2000
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S'Nill on the Rooftop
by Redman


S'Nill sniffed the air. It was thick and cool in her 
nostrils. The scents of the man-city filled her, 
painting vivid pictures in her mind of everything 
around her. From the rooftop, she could look down to 
the quiet streets. The darkness hid nothing from eyes 
that were so well adapted to the moonlight. Her acute 
ears heard everything: the breeze against the roofs, 
the scurrying vermin, and the snoring of the sleepers.

The heat was still on her. The last man had dampened 
the fire; the next would sate her and then she could 
be gone. She dreaded every moment here. It was her own 
special curse, but she had suffered with it for so 
long now that it was hard to remember a time when she 
did not feel the heat for these man-things. Sometimes 
she wondered if her people still survived, still lived 
in the world where she had been cast out so long ago.

The blood of the last man was still on her claws. As 
she sniffed the air and tried to decide in which 
direction she would go, her raspy tongue came forth to 
lick the gore from between her claws and from the fur 
of her hands. She didn't like to kill them, but as she 
had rode him in her passion, he had not been gentle. 
Her nipples still ached from how he had twisted them. 
While the heat was on her, she had permitted it. After 
she had gotten her taste of him, he had paid the 
price.

To the east, three houses down, she could hear the 
sound of one sleeper, young and virile from the timbre 
of his breathing. It was just what she needed, one 
last man to mount and mate and then she could be gone 
into the hills.

She scurried, swift and silent along the rooftops. She 
leapt easily across the alleyway. With the cape and 
soft leggings, even if she had been seen she would 
have been taken for one of them. Only by close 
examination could they tell the difference and few 
that noticed were allowed to survive.

As she settled on the rooftop above her prey, the soft 
light hair along her back and on her belly began to 
stand on end. Even before she became conscious of it, 
S'Nill's instincts knew she was not alone on the 
rooftop. 

As she whirled, her keen eyes saw him in the shadows. 
He was dressed in black, even as she, and 
preternaturally quiet. Her claws unsheathed and she 
went automatically into a low, defensive stance.

"Hold now," she heard the shadowed figure say evenly. 
"No call for violence here. There's plenty loot for 
all, unless murder is your game. Either way, let's be 
professional here."

The burglar came into the light just enough for S'Nill 
to see the pistol in one hand and the knife in the 
other. When he saw that she had noticed his weapons, 
he retreated into what he thought were shadows again. 
Clever man, this one and, indeed, professional. All 
the more not to be too worried about his weapons.

S'Nill liked the scent of him. Now that she was 
downwind, she could smell his masculine odor. The heat 
in her stirred. Her nostrils flared and the moisture 
between her legs began to flow. The fur along her 
belly and on her breasts began to lie down and her 
glands began to pour out the scent that drew them to 
her.

"So, which of us will move along? You, or me?" the 
shadow asked.

"Perhaps we should share," S'Nill purred seductively.

"A woman?" the shadow queried, amazed. "You must be 
new here, though from the way you moved from roof to 
roof, you're not a novice. Will you be staying long?"

"I travel quite a bit," S'Nill whispered with a 
beguiling sigh.

The figure stepped away from the shadows. S'Nill moved 
so that the light would emphasize her feminine 
outline: her breasts and the flare of her hips. 
Perhaps, if the moon were just right, he might see 
that she was naked under the cape, except for the 
leggings that only came to mid-thigh.

S'Nill could see his own nostrils flare, could hear 
his heart began to beat faster. She was beginning to 
affect him. The heat in her flared higher. She was 
very near the point where she must have him or kill 
him. He was a handsome man. S'Nill hoped she wouldn't 
have to kill him.

"Perhaps we can come to some agreement," S'Nill 
murmured as she drew nearer.

As he began to smell her, as her scent began to work 
on him, he lowered his weapons. S'Nill watched them 
waver until she was very close. She could smell him 
better too. As much as her scent affected him, his 
affected her too. The heat became a bonfire, blazing 
through her middle, burning her alive from the inside.

S'Nill fell to her knees before him, pressed her face 
shamelessly into his groin. He groaned as her cheek 
made contact with his covered penis. His musk was 
thicker there. The soft pads of her fingers found the 
fastenings and she released him into the night. The 
fragrance of his masculinity flooded over her, almost 
overwhelming her. She moved closer, nuzzled him 
against her cheek, and ran her tongue along the 
underside, deep at the base of his root.

He moaned and wavered. S'Nill reached forward her 
strong hands along his thighs and buttocks and held 
him up. She reached out with her tongue and guided his 
firm flesh into her mouth, engulfing him in her 
warmth. Instinctively his hips began to move. She 
encouraged him, moved with him. Her moist lips drew 
him in. Her tongue slavered the shaft. Her velvety 
throat invited him deeper. By this time, S'Nill was 
sure his mind was so fogged that he would give her 
anything.

She considered allowing him to finish like this. His 
seed would warm her belly. She hungered for it and 
ingesting his essence might quench the heat. But, in 
order to be sure, she really wanted him between her 
thighs. Only with his firm, hard shaft between her 
legs could her fervor be truly satisfied.

As she leaned backward, S'Nill pulled him down with 
her, down between her thighs. With her hand she guided 
the soft, velvet head into her. With one claw, she 
ripped the buttons from his shirt so that her breasts 
could feel his hard muscled chest.

She spurred his backside with her heals, using the 
hard muscles of her legs to push him deeper into her. 
Her long tongue snaked into his ear, tasting it. Her 
hands underneath his shirt alternated between urging 
him on and scratching and scoring his back.

S'Nill was an inferno. The heat was ravaging her, 
making her almost senseless with the need to rut, to 
mate with this strong man. She could snap him like a 
twig with her powerful legs. Her teeth could rip into 
his neck in moments. Her claws could blind him in 
seconds. Even so, the conflagration that burned within 
her made her helpless with passion as he stabbed 
himself into her.

His strong hands stroked the fur of her breast; his 
fingers rolled the still-tender nipples. Everywhere he 
touched inflamed her more. His mouth, his lips, his 
tongue burned her. She fed her flesh to the fire, 
welcomed the flames into her bosom. There, on the 
roof, her soul was ablaze and his penis was the tinder 
that kindled her pyre, his hips were the bellows that 
stoked her.

S'Nill felt his tension. She could sense him gathering 
his hips, each thrust becoming more centered, more 
intense. His back arched and his balls had become 
tight knots that slammed against her. She could smell 
his pores opening, flooding her senses with his sweat 
and his musk, intoxicating her with the pungent 
bouquet of his arousal.

S'Nill pushed back against him, working hard for her 
own sexual release. The head of his penis was hard 
inside her, battering the doors of her womb with each 
thrust, hammering her into the rooftop with each jab. 
Her sex opened up fully, as only her species could, 
sucking him in. She controlled the pressure around him 
consciously, working the muscles around his cock like 
a human woman would her hand. Grasping him, releasing 
him, and grasping him again.

She was open, she was ready, she was urging him on -- 
and still he held back. As she climaxed, S'Nill opened 
her throat and wailed in a keening pitch that humans 
could only sense and not hear. Her unheard ululation 
rippled down his spine and triggered his own release. 
He flooded her with warm, delicious seed triggering 
deeper, more satisfying spasms within S'Nill. Her 
channel clutched him, milked him, and coaxed him into 
giving more than ever before. As their coupling 
reached its dizzying height, his tantalizing, warm 
semen smothered the fire within her. Her heat 
dissipated quickly into the night, leaving only a 
smoldering warmth within her.

S'Nill reveled in the sensation of satiation. No man 
had touched her so fully in ages, perhaps centuries. 
She would definitely let this one live, if only that 
she could track him down later and use him as her need 
arose.

Lying engorged for too long, she didn't notice until 
too late either the hypodermic sting into her neck or 
the chemical-smelling cloth over her nose. How had he 
hid that smell from her? Before she could even 
unsheathe her claws, her body became gripped in a numb 
paralysis. She looked up in panic, into the deep, dark 
pools of his eyes.

"Be still my pet!" he said soothingly. "I've hunted 
you for a long time." His hands stroked her fur-
covered breasts. Even in her numb state, his hands 
felt warm. 

"You're going to love what I have planned, but first I 
have to tame you, my love."