Things We Wont Regret Tomorrow
Sumi
“Can I lick your slit?”
The words were out before she could even decide whether or not it was an appropriate thing to ask him.
Beneath her, Ranar shuddered, a strangled sound lodging in his throat.
Sumi couldn’t tell whether or not the question was well received.
“Who asks that?!” he finally choked out, making her push to a sitting position.
“It’s an important question! What if you don’t like that? I don’t know if you do or don’t.
I just wanted to get your consent.
It seems like an important thing to get clarity on, I don’t know how sensitive you are or —“
“Sensitive,” he gritted out, his teeth gnashing as she scraped her nails down his chest.
“And yes.”
“ .
.
.
Yes, what?”
“Yes, you can lick my — I can’t even say it.”
She collapsed in giggles against him, resuming her mouth’s journey down his body, gratified by his rumbling groan as she did so.
“Good.
I was hoping you were going to say that.”
The amount of times she had envisioned having him stretched out beneath her — his bare skin a warm brown expanse beneath her, surrounded by the rainbow brilliance of his long, heavy tail; what she would do to him first, how she would touch him, what she might say — hadn’t left her any better prepared for what she would actually do when it happened.
Sumi couldn’t stop looking at him.
He was beautiful.
She loved the long line of his neck, the almost elegant musculature of his back and shoulders, the way his heavy black lashes fanned out against his cheek like a bruise every time his eyes fluttered shut, which they did every time she leaned forward to press her lips against his sternum.
He really is so babygirl.
She had promised herself that she was going to lick every inch of his body, and now that she had the opportunity to do so, she was inclined to take her time.
He needs someone to take care of him, put his needs first.
And this is how you can start.
Her mouth had already made it down his neck, soft sucking kisses following his jaw and down his throat, grinning when it bobbed against her lips as he swallowed.
Her tongue and teeth made the journey across his shoulders and clavicle, kissing down the center of his chest, pausing to circle his firm pectoral and suck a brown nipple into the hot wet heat of her mouth.
She had a hand pressed flush to his belly, liking the way his muscles jumped and danced when she did so.
When her teeth closed over the pebbled tip, the sound that pulled from his throat made her pussy clench.
He had told Pinky that he’d not been in a serious relationship since the end of his marriage.
That doesn’t mean he hasn’t dated.
That doesn’t mean he’s not getting laid.
He’s too handsome not to, doesn’t make a difference how awkward he claims is, which is not at all.
Still, she thought rationally, even if he dated casually, even if he had regular hookups, she was willing to bet there hadn’t been anyone who truly took their time with him in ages. If ever. He said he and his wife were never really in love.
She wasn’t pressed to rush, wanting to pay attention to every patch of skin, every muscle and sinew, every bit of him that had been so overburdened for so long.
She knew it was an unfair advantage, but it was an advantage all the same.
When her mouth made its way to his other nipple, Ranar groaned, sinking his fingers into her hair.
She had taken note that pulling her hair free was one of the first things he did upon arriving at her house.
It had been bound up in a high, bouncy ponytail for her party, sleek and unserious, and he had carefully pulled it loose, raking his fingers through her long tresses gently once they were free.
Good to know.
“I don’t think this is very fair,” he whined from the pillow, attempting to pull her up to him, not the first time he had tried.
Sumi only laughed, flipping her hair back over her face as she grinned up his abdomen, dragging her teeth over his ribs.“This seems completely fair and even to me.” A sucking wet kiss, more tongue than teeth, moving a trail down his belly, smiling against his skin when his muscles jumped.
“I was completely selfish just a little while ago.
And you didn’t seem surprised at all.”
“Yeah, not one bit.”
She laughed in outrage, nipping at his skin, enjoying his sharp intake of breath when she did so.
“I’m getting close to the danger zone.
For all intents and purposes, you have to treat me like a dumb human.
Is there anything I need to know before I go any lower? You’re not gonna, like, jizz venom in my eye, are you?”
“If you keep going this slowly, I can’t make any promises,” he huffed in a strained voice.
“I’m serious!” she laughed, smacking his stomach lightly.
“Is regular lube fine or will it make your scales fall off?”
Ranar shook his head, eyes still clenched.
“No lube necessary.
Self lubricated and ribbed her pleasure.”
“Oh wow, that’s a very nice perk,” Sumi murmured to herself, running her nails lightly down his groin.
“Do you know kids today probably have no idea what that means? Or they probably have some silly word for it.”
“Like mogging.
That was my instruction tonight.
I had to mog harder than the other guys.
I still have no idea what it means.”
She dissolved into giggles against him once more.
He was too adorable, and her alter ego was exactly right in her assessment.
He needed someone to take care of him for a change.
And it just so happens that I have a successful business and plenty of room in my bed.
“You succeeded.
So babygirl.
What about protection?”
He shook his head again.
“Not unless you’re less of a dumb human than you think.
Our biologies aren’t compatible.
No chance of pregnancy.”
“Aww, that’s so sad.”
He lifted his head, dark eyebrows drawing together as his eyes fluttered open to peer down at her.
“Wait, do you want to have kids?”
She blew out an aggrieved breath.
“Are you joking? I’m more than halfway to menopause.
I don’t want to start going backward!”
His laughter was a vibration against her lips as she resumed kissing her way down his body.
His scales were smooth and dry, like little armored plates, and from the way his muscles tensed and tightened and jumped, Sumi could tell they were very sensitive in this area.
She didn’t need him to direct her this time.
She could already feel the bump in his skin, the hot heat of him just behind this protective wall of muscle, and she was looking forward to seeing what kind of noise he made when she licked the seam that held him at bay.
Ranar did not disappoint.
The groan that pulled from his throat was startled, as if he hadn’t expected the sensation, and she wondered when was the last time anyone had done this to him.
He was incapable of being quiet, another strangled moan as she lapped against his skin, caressing the seam of his opening, feeling like she had won a victory when the tip of her tongue was able to breach the resistance ever so slightly.
She was patient and wouldn’t be rushed, and it would take as long as it took for him to open for her fully.
The thought had barely crossed her mind when her mouth met fresh resistance, the tip of his cock crowning against her lips.
“Wait.” His voice was a croak above her, his hands scrabbling against the covers.
On the floor, his tail twitched, jerking and thrashing, as if he had only the most tentative grip on his control.
“Please come up here.
I haven’t even had a chance to—“
“We can take as long as it needs to take! I already told you, I’m not in a hurry.
You don’t need to feel like we have to rush through a checklist—“
“You can take your time,“ he corrected through gritted teeth.
Sumi regretfully pulled back, climbing up his body slowly.
Remember what you used to teach.
Consent can be withdrawn at any time.
“I don’t have that luxury,” he grumbled, his hand dropping immediately to her hip as she settled beside him.
“I should have spelled out the mechanics better,” he admitted, palming her ass.
“I’m not like a human, flopping around indiscriminately, there’s no inflation lead up.
We get hard inside first.” He swallowed with some difficulty as she lightly scratched his stomach.
“Once they’re out, it’s go time. I won’t last long.”
Sumi grinned.
“That’s okay.
You don’t need to worry about that.
Not unless you’re planning on this being a one and done deal.” Her grin fell when he remained silent.
“I didn’t say that,“ he said at last, turning her until she was on her back and he was above her, his mouth descending on hers in a kiss that curled her toes.
She whimpered when his hand cupped her mound, two long, strong fingers stroking into her heat.
“But I don’t even know if I’ve changed my mind about you as a person yet,” he murmured into her skin, kissing down her chest and groaning against her breasts.
He had two fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls, his thumb rolling over her clit as he sucked her nipple, but he hadn’t decided if he liked her as a person yet.
All she could do was laugh into his hair.
You deserve that.
“Oh, I don’t know.
I think I’m changing your mind.” She writhed beneath his ministrations, but when his mouth left her breast and his body began to shift lower, Sumi stopped him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His smile would stop her heart until the day it stopped beating for good, she was certain.
“Sorry, you’re right.
I should get consent.” He nipped at her skin.
“I want to lick your pussy until I’m close to drowning.”
He would make her laugh until that day as well, another bone-deep certainty.
“Oh, that you can say.“ Ranar frowned when she struggled to push up from the mattress, begrudgingly allowing her to reverse their positions once more.
“I guess that’s more of a universal concept,” he laughed, seeming satisfied being under her when Sumi resettled herself over his chest, her thighs stretched wide on either side of his shoulders.
Using her padded headboard for leverage, she leaned forward, just far enough for him to dart his tongue out, flicking her clit.
“I’ve never had a partner ask if they could lick my slit.”
His hands cupped her ass, pulling her forward, and Sumi obliged, lowering herself enough that Ranar was able to drag his tongue though her folds, delivering the same sort of toe-curling, sucking kiss to her clit as he had to her mouth.
“Sounds like you need to be fucking a better class of women.” Her voice was breathy and her eyes had fluttered shut as his tongue began to set a rhythm against her, using her previous direction to focus his attention to the underside of her clit, licking upward, pressing the point of his tongue into that spot that made her see stars, punctuating his licks with a sucking pressure that made her cry out.
“You seem to be doing pretty well with your mortal enemies.”
Sumi made herself gasp when she lifted from his mouth, her thighs trembling.
“I wasn’t done.” He glared.
“What is it that you want?” she asked, still breathy, wanting to do nothing more than sink down on his mouth and ride his tongue until she was satisfied, whether he drowned beneath her or not.
If he dies, he dies.
But she wanted to hear him say it first.
“What do you want to do?”
Ranar glowered up at her, and the pissed-off look on his face coupled with the way his lips and chin glistened with her slick, made her positively gleeful.
He loved him.
Loved him with whole heart, and she would spend the rest of her life learning the specifics of his every mood and emotion, tiny details that made up the whole, the most worthy discipline she could ever master.
“I want to make you come against my mouth.” She let him pull her back down ever so slightly, close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath against her.
“Is that better?” he asked snidely, making her squeal when nipped at her inner thighs.
“I want to lick my mortal enemy’s pussy until she falls apart against me.
How about that?”
“Maybe you just can’t bear not being in control.” Her head dropped back, a sigh escaping her mouth when he flattened his tongue, delivering a long, slow lick up the whole length of her cunt, his lips fastening over her clit once he reached it.
Sumi dug her fingers into his hair, losing herself in the pleasure as he nursed on the exposed bud of nerves the same way he’d sucked on her nipple, his groan vibrating through her body when he broke off.
“Maybe I just want to make you feel good,” he murmured against her thigh, his hands releasing her without protest when she raised up to her knees, swinging her leg back over him.
“That I believe,“ she said softly, once she was stretched beside him once more, her body turned just enough that she was able to hitch her leg around his tail.
“Because it’s like you can’t help being just the best guy, all the time.“ She tasted herself on his mouth, relieved when he sighed into the kiss, his fingers walking down her spine.
“And I would be thrilled to have the honor of having the best guy take me to pieces with his tongue,” she sighed into his hair as his mouth drifted to her neck, just below her earlobe.
“Every day for as long as we both shall live.” Sumi pulled back, not giving him a chance to react.
“But first, I want to take care of you.”
He groaned as if she’d gotten one over on him as she reversed course down his body, until she was once again in the slit-licking zone.
“Are you nervous?” she asked suddenly, the thought only just occurring to her.
Ranar’s laugh was a scrape of shaky breath, his muscles jumping again as she caressed him with her fingertips.
“Maybe? My anatomy is very much not human.
If you run off screaming and leaving me twisting here with my dicks out, we will never mend fences, just so you’re aware.
I will never run out of fish guts for your trash.
Maybe I don’t want to take that risk.”
She was laughing before he’d even finished.
He’s always made you laugh, right from the start.
Don’t kill for bone meal unless it’s a really nice plant.
“Don’t worry, I ask dumb questions, but I don’t scare easily.
And I understand the assignment. Once they’re out, it’s go time.”
He groaned when she licked up the seam in his scales once more.
Sumi was relieved that her previous work hadn’t been undone by his little detour down her body.
It was only a minute or two before she was able to close her lips around the tip of his cock, dark pink with a spiraling depression, giving his head the appearance of a rosebud.
How fitting.
Ranar’s back arched off the bed when she sucked it into her mouth, tracing that spiral with the tip of her tongue.
Sumi felt caught between divided excitements demanding her attention — his moan was a slow moving vibration, groaning out of him like like a slow-moving eruption, one she could feel against the fingertips still pressed to his abdomen, and then below — the steady press of his cock against her lips, quickly followed by its twin just below, pressing out together, breaching the wall of muscle as if he were giving birth.
She didn’t know how she was meant to choose which to suck first.
The meat of his top shaft curved upward, while its brother below moved straight out like a club, each possessing a fist-sized swell just a few inches below that rosebud tip.
They were each covered in tiny spines that she quickly discovered were soft against her tongue, while his underside was ridged, nearly resembling his scales.
That’s going to feel fucking amazing.
A thick vein that ran through the center of each gave off a hint of blue, ribboning through the pink flesh like a core, and at his base, the spiraling line that started at his rosebud tip opened into frills, like little wings.
She had never before seen so much texture in a penis, could never have pictured this, and realized she had maybe done herself a disservice all those years dating human men.
It took her a moment to realize that what she first thought was Ranar’s inability to keep still was a different movement entirely.
Sumi gasped.
That thick vein at their core was shared, she realized, and as blood pulsed back and forth through them, they retracted and ballooned, those little spines inflating with blood before going soft again, back and forth repeatedly, promising to drag against her inner walls.
As the blood pumped back and forth like a valve, his shafts distended, one at a time, a delicious game of tug-of-war.
He’s going to be like fucking a sex toy.
“If this is the start of the human freakout, can you give me a head’s up so I can make a call for backup?”
“Oh, you are so impatient!”
“Because I’m not going to last that long,” he insisted peevishly, earning a fresh round of her laughter as she straddled his tail.
Giddy-up, cowgirl.
“You’ve had me wound up all night, I’m dying.
I’ve been hard for hours.
We could have been fucking a lot faster if you hadn’t been so determined to take the scenic route, probably on round two by now, but now I am ready to burst, so—“
He cut off on a hiss when she pressed one of his pearling rosebud tips between the lips of her sex, sinking down on him slowly.
“At least I know there’s one way to shut you up,” she wheezed, her body tensing when she arrived at the swell in his shaft.
A huge disservice to herself, she realized, in more ways than one, for she’d never encountered anything like this.
When Ranar’s hands landed on her hips, Sumi braced herself for the inevitable pain as he pulled her down.
Instead, his palms slipped back, cupping her ass again, rocking her gently.
“Nice and slow.” His voice was low and soft, no hint of demand to be found, despite his words only a few seconds earlier.
“Nice and slow.
You can do it, just let yourself loosen up.”
Her eyes slipped shut, placing her palms flat on his, belly bracing herself as she rocked against him.
When one of his hands moved, his thumb nestling into her clit, rubbing slow and steady circles against her, her head dropped back.
He really is incapable of being anything other than the best guy.
Her hips began to move with more insistence on their own, mewling as he worked her clit in just the right spot, loosening her muscles and making her honey flow.
Sumi felt the vibration of his groan when she sank down at last over his swell, feeling her walls stretch as he slid all the way home.
“Is this okay?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“Perfect.
I want to feel you squeeze me tight.”
Now that he was seated within her, his other cock was at the perfect position for her to grind against, once she began to move, earning another one of those throaty groans from his throat.
Sumi was able to feel that pulsing push pull within her as she began to rock against him, the flex of those little spines tickling her inner walls, his rosebud tip kissing the edge of her cervix.
A direct hit would have been agony, but this angle had her eyes rolling back, her core tightening on each bump, making her quiver.
When Ranar began to buck up into her, her moan came out as a wail.
His tail thrashed, pushing himself up, meeting her hips with a crash on each thrust.
“Is this everything you thought it would be?” he groaned, bringing his thumb back to her clit.
Sumi was gasping on every downstroke, a high pitched noise leaving her mouth whether she intended it to or not.
“Is what what I thought it would be? Your cock? No, I could have never —“
“Fucking me,” Ranar clarified, bringing her down hard against his base.
“Fucking me while you’re fucking me over.” He didn’t give her a chance to answer.
“I’m going to come.
Can I finish inside you?”
All she could do was continue to squeak as he redoubled his efforts against her clit, propelling her to the finish line alongside him.
“I want you to squeeze me so tight you milk me dry.”
Sumi had no idea if her cunt lived up to his expectations, but he far surpassed hers.
When he erupted inside her, she could feel him surge, all those little spines ballooning, pressing on her inner walls as he filled her with molten heat.
She was able to feel the precise moment when he was finished, like an immediate deflation, then she remembered why a heartbeat later.
Because he still needs to come from the other one.
“Fucking you is everything I hoped it would be,” she confirmed, raking her nails over his chest.
“I never really wanted to fuck you over.
But I’ll gladly fuck you again.
Have any requests for weird snake dick number two?”
He was gentle and kind and made her laugh and would never hurt her, as evidenced by the way he gently eased her body into accepting his.
But he could if he wanted to, she was reminded, flipping her and reversing their positions with a speed and strength that left her breathless.
“Fast and dirty,” he admitted with a laugh.
“You’ve got me going cross-eyed here.”
She loved the way he made her laugh, the way he always knew what to say to set her at ease.
She loved talking about plants with him, talking about her fears in her dreams with him talking about silly little nothings with him.
And now she knew that she loved having sex with him.
“Hold me down and take what you want.
You’ve had me horny on your forearms for half the year.”
He was solid muscle, and when he fed his second cock into her — easily, as she still gaped from its brother’s withdrawal — she could feel the strength in his back, the pure muscle of his tail, and knew that he could probably crush her.
Sumi led his hand to her neck, the light pressure as he pinned her down everything she’d wanted all those months ago, when ChaoticConcertina had first responded to her message on the plant server.
Ranar pulled her legs around him and she hooked her ankles, likewise wrapping her arms around his back.
Fast and dirty sounded like the fucking her dreams, and she had no doubt that he would prove to be the best guy in that as well.
“Hedda, I was struck by inspiration on my way in this morning.”
Her blood thrummed.
She was on Cloud 9.
She was sex sore and probably bow-legged, but she had fucked that naga into her mattress by the time she’d finally let him leave in the middle of the night, grumbling that he was too old to not get at least a solid six hours of sleep.
You’re going to marry that snake.
The troll raised her eyebrows.
“More inspiration? We’ve barely cleaned up from last night!”
Sumi was amazed how much she suspected she loved the business piece of it all, once she removed her guilt over The Perfect Petal’s owner from the equation.
She was driven by something that had never possessed her in the classroom, a giddy desire to succeed, to push higher, to aim bigger.
Unlike those first few months, when she mourned her success in spite of Ranar, now she was determined to be successful for him.
You can’t be a sugar mama if you’re barely clearing six figures before taxes, and he needs a Kiss the Cook chili apron.
Urban Narcissus had, if nothing else, been an excellent model for her.
A business aiming high, elevating both their product and clientele, and reaping the reward.
It was the dryad and her sleek black suit Sumi had thought of that morning.
She did a double take once she entered the design room, as Hedda guiltily slurped coffee from her leaky cup.
“First of all, get rid of that fucking menace before it spills all over the counter again! I literally bought you a new one!”
One of the gnome sisters dropped her head against the worktable, shoulders shaking in laughter as Hedda sniffed, begrudgingly carrying her cup to the sink, and removing the brand-new tumbler from the cabinet.
“Throw it away! But I was thinking, remember what I told you about that shop I trained in? Urban Narcissus? You liked that mothman guy, right? He lived in the apartments off the highway, I believe .
.
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I say we call him back, he can be the Bridgeton driver.”
Hedda pulled a face.
“I don’t know if that’s going to be worth it.
You’ve got a lot of shops in Bridgeton to compete for the business.”
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong.
I’m not worried about the other shops in Bridgeton.
How much competition does Urban Narcissus have?”
The troll cocked her head as Sumi grinned ferociously.
It turned out she had quite a knack for the art of war in business.
She had never wanted to direct any of it at Ranar.
The only thing she wanted to do with Ranar was pull him into her arms and kiss him until he forgot about the past few months, but that was a different plan.
This plan was fueled by spite, born out of a conversation she’d overheard at her party. Two selkies, comparing notes over recent weddings they’d attended, and how expensive everything, including the flowers, had been.
“That’s the kind of stuff my boss likes on the front reception desk,” one of the girls had added.
Weddings were a beast she didn’t want to touch with a barge pole, but arrangements for offices were a different story.
That she could do.
Do it easily and do it well.
And upcharge in the process.
All she had to do was click a few boxes on her Bloomerang partner portal. She had already checked. Tropicals and other high-end flowers and botanicals, orchids, bonsai . . . they could elevate the offerings and the price point commensurately.
“If we were to start buying the big tropicals and expensive shit, don’t you think we might get a piece of that business?”
“We might, but they’ll still have the edge of being closer in distance.
If you’re setting the minimum price point to be the same as theirs, I don’t see how —“
“Oh, but we’re not going to match their minimum price point.
We’re going to set ours two dollars lower.”
The grin that spread overhead Hedda’s face was diabolical in its dawning, and the gnome sisters cackled in unison from the other side of the table.
“You’re going to Showcase Showdown them.”
“We’re going to fucking Showcase Showdown them.”
“You are both evil,” Seff hooted.
“But I love it.”
Sumi grinned.
“The difference between being evil and being shrewd is in how you choose your victim.
This is just good business.“
She turned away still smiling, humming to herself.
She had a future naga husband to keep, the best guy without exception, and he deserved only the best in return.