Katherine stirred in her sleep, giggling softly. Someone was doing wicked things to the nape of her neck with his mouth, teeth and tongue and a hand was gently squeezing a breast. She was spooned against a familiar feeling body. A male one, judging by what was pushing against her backside. Still half asleep, Katherine took the wandering hand in hers and brought it to her lips. "Connor," she sighed happily.

But instead of the familiar chuckle, a curious ‘oohh, oohh’ sound came from behind her and Katherine’s eyes flew open, and the memories of the evening before flooded her awareness.

"Cahh…nurrr," her bedmate repeated slowly, with much effort. He then added some more happy sounding ape sounds, and Katherine knew he was pleased with himself.

"Connor," she repeated, opening up the locket that was around her neck, and showing him the picture in side of it of the Highlander and herself, taken in the twenties. "Connor, Kat," she said, pointing to the two figures. She then turned over onto her back, smiling up at him as she tapped her chest. "Kat. My name is Kat."

"Kaaaahh…tah," he said, stumbling over the word, but after she repeated it for him several more times, he was able to say it.

"Kaht!" he said with a grin, poking his own chest.

"No, silly," Katherine chuckled, taking her hand and placing it on her chest. "I’m Kat, not you."

"Kaht," he said with a soft growl, lowering his hand to rub her breast, making her nipple harden. After a moment, he picked up her locket, which was still open where it lay between her breasts and studied it. "Kaht!" he said, pointing with a long finger to the small image of her in the picture, and then poking her chest again, making her giggle.

"Yes, that’s right," she said encouragingly. "I’m Kat, and the girl in the picture is me."

He continued to stare at the locket, and then poked his own chest once more. "Cohhnnnur?" he said with a questioning look.

"No, dear, you are not Connor," she said with a sad smile, reaching up to stroke his face tenderly with her hand. "Johnny," she said, poking him. "Johnny Clayton,"

He looked at her and then repeated the word, his hand on his chest. When she smiled and nodded, he jumped to his knees and bounced on the bed happily, making her laugh. But before she could resume their impromptu language lesson, he started to growl at her, mischief in his eyes, as he stalked her. As he pounced on her naked body with a fierce cat like growl, she squealed with delight, and then giggled as he started to nibble on her neck again.

Spreading her legs, she wrapped them around his hips, and a moment later, he was inside her once again, still growling and chewing on her neck and shoulder. Katherine clung to him, arching her hips up to meet each one of his urgent thrusts, which were now coming fast and furious. With a loud roar, he threw back his head, pushing himself in as deep as he could as he emptied his seed inside of her. As he collapsed on top of her, Katherine held him in her arms, making little soothing noises as his body gradually recovered.

"You’re not really big on having extended foreplay, are you, dear?" she chuckled as her fingers entwined themselves in his long hair. She really didn’t mind it though. She knew that at this moment in time, he was reacting mainly on instinct.

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"Fennngrrrrr," John Clayton said, wiggling the objects in question, and then taking Katherine’s and sucking on it. "Eeet fennngrrr," he joked, nipping it.

She squealed and laughed. "Be careful, bud, or I’ll eat something of yours," she threatened. Johnny was learning quickly. Highly intelligent and a natural mimic, he repeated everything she said to him. The problem was getting him to understand the context of the word and to get him to comprehend abstract ideas.

Today the lesson was body parts. A fun lesson actually, since it involved a lot of touchie-feelie. Johnny was a very tactile person. He was always rubbing up against her, touching her body or hair. When he had seen her brushing her hair, it had fascinated him, and from the moment on, he took over that job. Of course, she turned the tables on him, and after a good bath in the pond, she had set to work on combing out his matted and tangled hair. It was really beautiful once it was free of a lifetime’s accumulation of rat’s nests. The mutual grooming sessions were good for them both. Katherine enjoyed having someone pamper her, and Johnny got the social interaction he had so desperately needed.

Johnny bounced around, grunting happily at the little joke he had pulled on her. She smiled at him, shaking her head in amusement. She had a feeling there was a wicked sense of humor underneath his wild mannerisms. He definitely enjoyed teasing and tickling her, and one of his favorite things to do was to dump flowers or leaves down on top of her head from his lofty perches. He had tried to get her to climb up in the trees with him, but she had refused, not wanting to take the chance of falling while she was pregnant.

She sighed, wondering how she could explain that she was carrying a child inside of her to him. As he dashed off, scampering up a tree, she went to the pond, and kneeling down, gathered up some clay. She then formed them into little figures of a man, woman and a baby.

A shower of leaves caught her attention. Johnny was back. She motioned for him to come down to her and he jumped out of the tree, landing easily on his feet. "Come, sit," she said, patting the ground. Johnny curled up next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked at the objects in her hand.

‘Start at the beginning’, Katherine thought, giggling as his fingers ran over her rib cage.

"Listen," she said, pointing to her ear and then his. Johnny nodded, his eyes intent on her. She pointed to him. "Johnny. Johnny man. Understand?"

He grunted, poking her, "Kat man!" he said gleefully.

"No," she chuckled. Then taking his hand, she placed it on his manhood. "Johnny man." She then moved his hand to the area between her legs. "Kat no man. Kat woman. Understand?"

"Oooohhh!" he grunted. "Johnny man, Kat woman. Yes?"

"Yes!" she said, smiling at him. She then opened up her locket. "Connor man too," she said. The sadness in her voice made him reach out and pull her head to his chest, and he held her tight to him, patting her head.

"Thank you," she said after a moment, making herself get back to the lesson. "Johnny man. Connor man. Johnny father man," she said, opening up the locket he wore. In it was a picture of Lord Greystoke’s son, Jack, and his beautiful wife. It had been a struggle to get him to associate the two people pictured in his locket as his parents, but she had finally got him to realize he was a human, not an ape.

He repeated her words and then took a leap of understanding. "Kat woman. Johnny mother woman." He looked at her with questioning eyes.

"YES!" she said happily, giving him a hug. Then picking up the mud male figure, she went further. This would be the tricky part, getting him to accept the abstract part of what she was saying. "This man too."

"Ooohhh, ooohhh," he grunted, taking it from her. "No man," he said, shaking his head. Looking around on the ground, he found a little twig and some pebbles and decorated the figurine. "Man!" he said with a wicked looking grin as took hold of himself through his loincloth. "Johnny big man! This little man!"

Katherine laughed until tears streamed down her face. "Yes Johnny. It is a man now," she chuckled. He was always surprising her!

Holding up the other figure, she added a little more clay, making it have an ample bust line. "This woman," she said, and Johnny nodded in understanding.

"Kat woman," he said, reaching out to pinch a nipple through the shirt she was wearing. "This woman," he said, poking the figure, squashing the clay breast flat. He broke out into ape talk again, bouncing around and shaking bushes.

Katherine waited until he calmed down and sat beside her once more. Picking up both figures, she positioned the male behind the female, pushing its little stick penis into the area between the clay woman’s legs. It was the position he took her from the most. "Man mate woman. Put this," she stroked his manhood through his loincloth, "in here." She took his hand and put it between her legs, pushing his finger up inside of her.

It was awhile before they returned to the lesson. Johnny had insisted on demonstrating that he fully understood what she was trying to say. After they were done, she once more picked up the figures.

"Man make baby inside of woman," she said, adding clay to make her have a big belly. "Many days and nights," she said, making the sign of a sun rising and falling, "and then, woman has baby." She hid the figure of the baby in her hand, and then had it appear between the mud woman’s legs. "Understand?"

Johnny sat quietly for a minute, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand. He then went ballistic on her again, jumping up and down, grunting loudly as he shook the trees and bushes and then scrambled up a tree, hiding in the thick foliage.

Katherine waited patiently. After awhile, he lowered himself down to the ground and gathered her into his arms, nuzzling her neck, clinging to her. "Johnny man. Kat woman," he said after a moment. "Johnny mate Kat, make baby in belly," he said. "Kat mother, Johnny father now." And his eyes were shining with pride and joy.