Chapter 14 #2
I gazed up at the horned form above me. His face was half in shadow, even though some light from the window made the ridges of his horns stand out.
The streetlights still went on at night in some areas.
Many were solar powered. It was such a practical, neat little thing that made you forget almost everyone was gone.
I focused on how the illumination outlined the curves of his horns and the planes and edges of his face, his pointy ears, now easily visible that he hadn’t retied his braids.
“You don’t want me in your mouth?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Oopsie. Guess I said that out loud.” I giggled. “But that barb thing, no-oh. Not taking that in my mouth.”
He clicked. “I’d never hurt you, sweet thing. But more than that, we cannot have that kind of orgasm from another’s mouth. It can only happen when I’m inside you. Can you have a, hmm, how do you say? A very strong orgasm that feels the best to you? When you just receive from another’s mouth?”
I should’ve been too drunk for an erection, but seeing as how I was getting one, I figured I wasn’t that drunk after all.
“I think we only have the one kind? Of orgasm, not of mouth. Though, like, women? Women can have multiple orgasms, and I always wondered what that feels like. From what I read on the internet, I’m jealous.
Although I did read stuff about how men can train themselves to come more than once as well, but I don’t know, you know?
Why’d I want to come several times when it’s just me and my hand? Seems a bit pointless.”
Inkiri laid his warm palm on my belly, his fingers splayed.
“I had assumed. But then that means kissing your cock will be as good for you as being inside me. That makes sense, then. I thought you were trying not to be too demanding when you said you wanted to receive only, and of course, for a hangu, the pleasure is even greater when they take the barb.” He bent down and kissed me, and darn it, but he tasted good.
A bit salty, a bit of whiskey, a bit of something else.
“Can I kiss your cock until you come, sweet thing?”
No one had ever asked me that, and I giggled and wiggled my hips to let Inkiri know what I wanted.
“Hmm, did I mention, I changed my status.”
Inkiri kept his palm firmly on my belly. Such a shame.
“I’m not sure what that means.”
“Relationship status. On all the social media. People still kind of use it, you know. I put ‘in a relationship’ everywhere.”
Inkiri froze. “This is an important thing, isn’t it? Vergis said it was, and the books and radio shows agree.”
“Oh yeah. I’ve been wanting a boyfriend for a long time.
Ever since…since third grade! They made me be a tree.
I wanted to hold hands with Eli Jamisson.
Now I have a blue monster boyfriend.” I glanced up at him.
It really was pretty dark, despite the reading light.
His horns, the shape of his face and ears, it all stuck out so much in this play of shadows.
He was so warm and muscular and…hot. “Are you really going to go down on me? With that tongue?”
“I’d like that. May I?”
I could feel his fingertips exerting soothingly soft pressure against my belly. I’d never known getting touched like this could be so thrilling, that it would make my skin feel as if it were on fire and only more touch could cool it back down again.
“Yeah. Yes, please. But be careful, okay? I’m sensitive.”
He clicked at me. “I know that, Rory. You writhe from the smallest of touches. I’ve barely touched you yet. Even if I didn’t already feel you in my bones through the mate call, I’d get addicted to you.”
His hand was finally traveling south and working on getting my pants open. It occurred to me that it was a good thing he’d watched me put these on earlier. They posed zero issue for him now.
“You sound like that vampire from that TV show. Like the one I wanted to meet so badly.”
“Rory, vampires are not real. You know that, yes? Although Vergis said something about how humans hold strong beliefs in angels where you come from.” He frowned. “You know those aren’t real either, don’t you, sweet thing?”
“I know that! He’s such an asshole.” I pushed my hips up, basically presenting my erection. “Sorry, language. Did you know the creep listened to us when we were in the bathroom earlier?”
“As he may.” Inkiri finally, finally pulled my pants down. He went slower around my feet, clearly worried they would break. “You sounded satisfied. And so pleased. He couldn’t have mistaken that for anything else.”
“Oh, he didn’t mistake it. I think he got off on it. Or gets off on telling me about it, the creep.”
“I’d like to know something about getting off. He mentioned you might only be able to if you could lick my feet when I asked him about the foot fetish like you said. I told him that wasn’t so, but does it give you more pleasure? Would you like to—”
“Crab on a cracker, no! That wasn’t…” I was embarrassed and horny. It was an unusual blend of feelings for me, but somewhat counterintuitively, it made me want to be made love to. By my boyfriend. “Let’s not talk about him, okay? Just… Feet’re good but not sexy to me, and I…I want you? Please?”
A low rumble came from between my legs, and then I felt Inkiri’s hot breath there, running over my swollen cock.
“I’m looking forward to getting all of your sweet taste.”
And with that, he started “kissing” my cock.
He began with suckling the tip, and that alone had me bucking up into his mouth, making him huff in amusement.
When he ran his tongue over my tip, I nearly jumped off the bed.
Inkiri put one of my legs over his shoulder and pushed my belly down with his hand.
I reached down and brushed my fingers over his horns.
I wasn’t thinking, my brain was swimming in a sweet, sweet cocktail of alcohol and pleasure, so I grabbed them.
It couldn’t have been a very tight grip with the angle, but Inkiri seemed to approve, if the growly purring sounds were anything to go by. My entire body vibrated with it.
He left my cockhead alone while he worked me into his mouth, a process that made me think he’d done this kind of thing before.
In that stupid way you do when you experiment and think about what you maybe want to do with the right guy, I’d once tried to see how it would feel to have my toothbrush way back in my mouth, and that had just led to me biting down on it.
Internet research had followed, and in an attempt not to get into any embarrassing situations, I’d ordered a nice dildo to practice on, with middling success.
Inkiri, I was pretty sure, had not learned what he was doing by sucking on a dildo as if it were a popsicle.
I’d been right about his tongue though. It was rough, but he knew how to use it. He quickly got me to the edge where pleasure and too much stimulation met as he swallowed around me and got me dripping wet with his saliva.
“Fuck, so good.” I blinked up at the ceiling, curled my fingers around Inkiri’s horns, and dug my heels into his back in an attempt to draw him in closer.
He shifted, moving his head back so he could focus on my cockhead. After one more lick of his tongue over that area, I screamed and pushed into his mouth, basically rutting into his face. That probably wasn’t a nice thing to do, but my coordination seemed to have been short-circuited.
“Ink…” I mumbled over and over as I got closer and closer, my balls drawing tight. I felt the release building, like a balloon about to pop, and yeah. He did one more thing with his tongue, and my balloon went pop.
My eyes fell closed and I moaned. “Yes. Yesyesyes…”
I couldn’t keep myself from helplessly rocking into his face, pulling on his horns again, and damn near kicking him. All higher motor function had been overtaken by the gremlin in my brain that wanted nothing but pleasure and was chasing it ruthlessly.
It took a long time for the orgasm to subside, but when it did, my oversensitive cock was still in Inkiri’s mouth. He languidly licked and sucked as if cum was his favorite popsicle flavor. Maybe that was a thing in his world? Cum popsicles. Cumsicles. I giggled, and Inkiri finally pulled off.
His knuckles brushed my cheek. “Look at me, Sadir. I need to see you.”
“It’s too dark to see.” Only because I had my eyes closed, but I did my best to blink them open for him. That didn’t help much. He’d flicked off the reading light at some point, so he was only an outline in the darkness of the room now.
“Not for me.” He clicked, and his hands soothed my still hot skin with strong touches. He caressed my spent cock—just a soft stroke, as if to show his appreciation. “You look satisfied.”
“I am. Also drunk. Still drunk. Continue to be drunk. I never got blown before, but whatever you’re doing, it’s really good. Really, really good. Top grades on the cunnilingus. Wait, that’s not the word. Fell…fella…”
“Fellatio. You taste good. I knew you would, but you’re better than I imagined. Not like bagua.”
Inkiri pulled my shirt off. I was boneless, so I let him.
I giggled. “You did eat me after all. Just not in the cannibal way. What do humans taste like, huh? Better, worse?”
He made a noise I couldn’t categorize, maybe a speculative grunt. “Just different. I think I may have to sample more. Not in the cannibal way.” All of a sudden, his nearness was gone, and I whimpered, completely involuntarily. “Ssh, I’m here, sweet thing.”
And moments later, he was. All of him, warm and naked and smelling so good, was in bed with me. I wanted to talk more, my head full of things I wanted to ask him, but in the end, I decided talking wasn’t the way to go.
Inkiri snuggled against me after he’d pulled the covers around the both of us, and that was good enough for me, for now.
Right before I drifted off to sleep, I recognized what I was feeling. Something I hadn’t felt in well over two years: I was happy. I wanted to tell him, but before I could, sleep took me.