The Zoo - Chapter 9

Mortimer woke up and, after a quick dip in the river, headed to the feeding station, feeling an unusual need for cleanliness. A strange tingling in his chest made him hopeful that Deb might be there, but he was disappointed to find she had already eaten. His tray, however, was filled with red food, his favorite, which he suspected Deb had arranged. This small gesture excited him, and he rushed to find her.

It didn’t take long to find her bathing in the river. A few of the spectators had already arrived and were leaning against the railing, watching her bath with interest. Mortimer felt a pang of possessiveness well up inside him. He didn’t like others watching her as she did such intimate acts. Looking around, he found a decent-sized rock and picked it up. He threw it at the crowds, but it didn’t even get close before falling into the large divide that separated him from the outside world.

A few of them let out loud ape-like noises of “oooo” and “ohh”. A few even clapped as if he had put up a show. His actions had caught Deb’s attention. She turned to look at him and then lifted her hand.

“Mormer!” She tried to say his name.

She walked out of the river up the slope, approaching the spot where he was standing. Mortimer couldn’t help but examine her body. She seemed to be completely unashamed of her lack of covering. Deb’s naked body was toned and athletic, a testament to her active life. Her muscles were lean and defined, with a slight sheen of sweat glistening on her sun-kissed skin. Her breasts were full and round, with dark nipples that hardened in the cool evening air.

Her waist narrowed slightly before flaring out to hips that were soft and feminine. Her legs were long and powerful, tapering down to strong calves and small, nimble feet. The curve of her back was graceful, leading to a firm, round ass that Mortimer couldn’t help but admire. Her pubic area was neatly trimmed, and her sex was damp and inviting. She moved with a natural grace, her body fluid and confidence as she approached Mortimer, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of interest and determination.

Mortimer began to grow aroused once again, and not wanting to offend Deb, he turned away. Deb must have misinterpreted his stance and she pulled up short. Instead of touching him, like he desperately wanted, she appeared to remember the lesson Mortimer had given her earlier and merely held out her hand in greeting.

Mortimer took Deb’s hand, her fingers interlocking with his, and felt a spark of connection. It wasn’t the fierce, passionate embrace he had hoped for, but it was a start, he reasoned. Her hand was small and delicate compared to his, but her grip was firm and confident. He looked into her eyes and saw a reflection of his curiosity and eagerness to understand each other. He was content that he had found a way to interact with her and that she was responsive.

They began their day of learning, sitting across from each other in the grass, the sun warming their backs. Deb started by pointing to various objects around them and signing their names in her language. Mortimer watched her hands move, trying to commit the signs to memory. He mimicked her movements, his large hands clumsy compared to her graceful ones, but he was determined to get it right. Deb would correct him gently, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to teach him. He could see the effort she was putting in, and it made him want to try harder.

Mortimer then tried to teach her his language. He struggled to find the right words, his vocabulary limited and his thoughts jumbled. But Deb was patient, her eyes never leaving his as she tried to repeat the sounds he made. Her attempts were comical at first, her tongue twisting around the unfamiliar words, but she persisted, and soon she was able to mimic him with surprising accuracy. He felt a swell of pride and affection for her as she practiced, her brow furrowed in determination.

The creatures in the gallery above them seemed to enjoy the spectacle. There were flashes of light as they took pictures, and laughter echoed through the space as Mortimer and Deb made mistakes or struggled with particularly difficult signs or sounds. Mortimer didn’t mind the attention; in fact, he found it encouraging. He wanted to put on a good show for them, to prove that he and Deb could communicate and connect. He wanted to show them that their captivity didn’t define them and that they could still find joy and understanding in each other’s company.

There was a lot of pointing and gesturing from the gallery, with the creatures trying to guide them or correct them. Sometimes Mortimer would get frustrated, feeling like a performer in a circus, but Deb would squeeze his hand or give him an encouraging smile, and he would press on. He found that he didn’t mind the creatures’ interference as much when Deb was by his side, her presence a comforting constant amid the chaos.

As the days wore on, Mortimer and Deb’s communication improved. They started to piece together simple sentences, a mix of signs and sounds that only they understood. They laughed together when they got something right, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of triumph. Mortimer felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he watched Deb’s face light up with understanding. He realized that this was what he had been missing all along – a connection, a partner to share his experiences with.

The creatures above them clapped and cheered as Mortimer and Deb made progress. Mortimer found himself smiling and laughing along with them, their enthusiasm infectious. He didn’t care that they were being watched and judged; all that mattered was that he was learning to communicate with Deb and that she was happy to be teaching him.

As the sun began to set on one such day, casting a warm glow over their enclosure, Mortimer and Deb leaned against each other, exhausted but content. They had made significant progress in their understanding of each other’s languages, and Mortimer felt a deep sense of contentment in being with Deb. He looked at Deb, her head resting on his shoulder, and felt a surge of affection.

The gallery was already empty, and the two of them were alone. As the sun began to set, Deb finally pulled away and Mortimer stood up. He turned and walked back towards the river, Deb trailing behind him, her steps heavy with an unspoken sadness. He could feel her gaze on his back, a tangible weight that made his heart ache. Reaching the river’s edge, he stopped and turned to face her. Her eyes met his, and at that moment, something shifted between them. She stepped close, her body pressing against his, and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.

Mortimer’s body responded instantly. His manhood hardened, a throbbing ache that spread through his groin and up his spine. A warm, tingling sensation enveloped him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity. He wanted her, wanted to explore every inch of her body and lose himself in her. His mind raced, a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions. He tried to form words, to sign something, anything, but all he could focus on was the feeling of her arms around him, the warmth of her body pressed against his.

Deb looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Mortimer froze a surge of panic and desire coursing through him. He wanted to stay, to explore this new sensation, but a part of him also wanted to run, to hide from the intensity of it all. He stood there, frozen, as her lips moved against his, soft and insistent.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes were filled with a longing that touched something deep within him. He could see the question in her gaze, the silent plea for acceptance, for a return of her affection. His heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of desire and emotion. He realized, at that moment, that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

Taking a step closer, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush against his. This time, when he leaned in, it was his lips that initiated the kiss. Deb responded eagerly, her body molding to his as they explored each other’s mouths with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Their bodies took over, guiding them through the night with a primal, instinctual rhythm. They lay down in the grass by the riverbank, a tangle of limbs and desperation. Deb was aggressive, her touches and kisses almost animalistic in their intensity. Their bodies, so similar yet so different, explored each other with a fervor born of longing and discovery.

It took time and a lot of trial and error, but eventually, they found their rhythm. The right spots, the right touches, the right movements that sent waves of pleasure crashing through them. Mortimer’s body responded to hers with an intensity that left him breathless, his mind a blur of sensation and emotion. He lost himself in her, in the feeling of her body against his, in the taste of her lips and the sound of her breaths, ragged and desperate, matching his own.

Deb straddled him, her knees digging into the soft grass as she ground against him, a low moan escaping her lips. Mortimer’s hands roamed her body, exploring the curves and valleys, the smooth skin and toned muscles. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. He leaned up, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh while she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against him.

Deb’s hands were everywhere, scraping down his chest, digging into his hips, urging him on. She sat up, breaking his suction on her nipple, and reached down, taking his length in her hand. She stroked him, her grip firm and confident, her eyes locked onto his as she positioned him at her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his as she took him inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

Mortimer let out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight, wet heat of her enveloping him, driving him wild. He began to move, his hips thrusting up to meet her as she rode him, their bodies slapping together in a primal, desperate rhythm.

Deb leaned back, her hands on his thighs for support, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Mortimer sat up, his arms snaking around her, his hands gripping her ass as he took control, his hips moving faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, her body tightening as she neared her peak. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, mimicking the movement of his hips.

Their orgasm hit them both at the same time, a wave of pleasure so intense it left them both shaking and breathless. Deb’s inner muscles clamped down on him, milking him as he pulsed inside her, their bodies shuddering together in the aftermath.

They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies still entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. But it wasn’t long before their hands began to roam again, their bodies pressing together, their lips meeting in hungry kisses. They explored each other thoroughly, their touches becoming slower, more deliberate, as they discovered what brought the most pleasure to the other. Soon, he was inside her once again.

Deb’s body was slick with sweat, her skin flushed, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she neared her peak once more. Mortimer could feel her inner muscles clenching around his member, her body tightening as she cried out, her orgasm crashing through her, her body shaking and convulsing with the force of it.

Their lovemaking was slow and deliberate, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one. It was a connection unlike any they had ever experienced, a bond that went deeper than just physical pleasure. It was a joining of souls, a promise of forever, a declaration of love and devotion.

Mortimer lost count of the number of times that he finished inside her. All he remembered was passing into unconsciousness feeling happy for perhaps the first time in his life. If things remained like this, perhaps the rest of his life wouldn’t be so bad.