Chapter 7 #2
I looked around. I could still see the houses, mostly above us since this park seemed to have been built on an embankment. Maybe it was even a flood zone.
“I can try. Okay, let’s do this. If you’re up for it.” I sounded brave. I wasn’t sure I was feeling all that brave, but I was married now. Married people probably did this sort of thing all the time.
Inkiri clicked. “Thank you, Sadir. I’ll make you feel so good.”
With that, Inkiri started working my new pants open, and all of a sudden, I realized why there wasn’t a single button on any of my clothes.
I’d assumed it was an issue with the unusually small size I needed compared to any bagu, but it was clearly a design feature to allow my mate easy and quick access by just pulling the ties open.
My pants pooled around my ankles in seconds, and I shivered when Inkiri kissed my thigh just above my knee instead of diving straight for my crotch.
I moaned when he kissed his way up.
Inkiri chuckled, and his breath tickled my skin. Oh, it tickled so much my blood changed course and headed down.
“I don’t know that I can be quiet. According to you all, I scre-eam wa-oh! Way too much. So-oooh fuuuck—”
His tongue on my balls, that roughness tickling the sensitive skin, was a lot to handle while also focusing on keeping quiet. Too much. I slumped forward and grabbed both his horns while pressing my mouth shut.
Inkiri made a rumbling sound deep in his belly, and while he steadied my legs with one hand, the other went up to my belly, his fingers caressing the skin around my navel.
At the same time, he sucked on both my balls, first one, then the other, then he took both of them into his mouth, and I let out a sound like a prey animal in distress. It was so embarrassing that I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth.
Inkiri hummed in pleasure, but lifted his palm from my belly and covered my mouth with it, moving my hand aside.
“Keep holding on to me, Sadir. I like that.” He abandoned my balls for as long as it took to get those words out, then he licked them, and I gasped against his fingers.
That in and of itself was oddly arousing, the way he controlled my mouth. I held on to both his horns, my mouth hanging open, my breath rushing against his fingers.
With the same precision I’d experienced from him before, he tried a few things with my balls, and whatever got me to shiver or moan the loudest, he kept on doing more of. It was the best kind of trial and error.
It went on for a while. Probably not as long as it felt, but long enough for me to completely and utterly swear off sex with humans forever.
They didn’t have Inkiri’s tongue, his horns to hold on to, or the kind of devotion he was bringing to having sex in the park. I was ruined for anything but this now.
I’d started licking his fingers at some point; wasn’t even sure when. All I knew was that I was trying to do a good job, and I hoped he liked it.
A shred of that knowing the Stone had left me with came back while I was holding on to his horns and holding on to myself. While he was focusing the torturous precision of his mouth on my balls.
In my heart, in my very being, I knew Inkiri had given himself to me.
He was devoted. Enjoying me. Needing me.
I could tell his cock was slick and ready, and a jolt of excitement made me close my teeth around his fingers.
I knew I was going to get his barb again before the night was out.
I wanted that. I was excited to feel him inside me like that again.
But before that, he’d milk me for my taste.
Just as that thought occurred to me, he released my balls from the warm, wet confines of his mouth and moved on to my cock, already straining with the need for release.
I was mumbling around his hand and fingers, but I couldn’t seem to organize the words in my mind.
He was kissing along my length, and then he started licking, and I screamed for him.
He muffled the sound, but I heard an amused huff and felt his lips curve in a victorious little smile. He liked making me loud, enjoyed that he was given the prerogative.
Another thought bloomed in my mind, and it was so bright and warm that it distracted me from what we were doing for several long seconds.
Mates share lives.
It hummed, that magical knowledge given like a present on this special day, a wedding gift from an unseen force I didn’t understand, didn’t want, maybe even feared. But it wanted me to have this.
Happiness washed over me. We’d share our lives.
I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but I knew I’d never have to be alone again.
Wherever I was, Inkiri would be. He’d be with me for as long as I was here, as I would be with him.
We’d be one of those couples that died within days of one another, and maybe that should’ve made me sad, but this night, under the canopy of green, hidden from sight, I thought it was romantic.
I blinked, but while my eyes had adapted and I could make out the shape of him better, there wasn’t much else I could see. I focused on feeling instead.
Inkiri moved up to my cockhead, and he had me darned close to coming several times, but each time squeezed the base of my cock to prevent it. I had no idea where or when he’d learned to do that, but he was enjoying it a bit too much in my opinion.
The worst thing was that I couldn’t even beg him to just let me come finally. One, because he was holding my mouth closed, and two, because my brain had taken the language center offline to deal with the fire on all stations the pleasure center was reporting.
Which meant all I had to get my message across were his horns. The moment I let my fingers run over those ridges, I knew I had him.
Inkiri went into a full-body shiver, and his mouth opened on a moan, my cock still halfway inside, and since I hadn’t married a monster of half-measures, when his moan faded, he simply went ahead and took my entire length down his throat.
I came like that, even harder than the first time he’d given me head, and it lasted longer too. He kept his mouth on me, licking and swallowing while my hips bucked.
“Ink…” I managed when only the smallest of tremors was still running through me, when he licked me clean while I was softening, my skin overheated, my heart too loud in my chest.
The wind rustled the leaves all around us, and I blinked to chase away the colors in my vision, spilled there like a painter’s oils when I’d come.
“Do you forgive me, sweet thing?” Inkiri asked before pressing a kiss into the wiry curls above my now soft cock.
“What were you asking forgiveness for again?” I sounded breathless. I was.
He chuckled, pulled my pants back up, securing them around my waist, and stood. “If you have forgotten, then it was nothing. It means I get to beg again once you remember, and I’ll enjoy that just as much as I did this time.”
I reached for his crotch and the bulge there. “You’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” I knew the answer.
Instead of speaking, he took my wrist and slid his own pants open just enough to allow me access.
His cock was slick and ready to ravish.
I gasped. “Humans should have lubed cocks. Why don’t we have lubed cocks? It would make everything easier, and women wouldn’t mind if cocks were self-lubing, don’t you think?”
He chuckled and bent forward to kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue. Weird. Icky? No; good.
“I like your cock just fine, slick or not.” He bent lower so he could push my scarf aside and lick along my throat.
“Bet you do. Hey, I just had a weird thought that if you find your mate, you share their life somehow? Is that a thing?”
He pulled back, and I sensed him looking at me in the darkness.
“Let go of my cock before I answer, hmm? I don’t want you to accidentally squeeze too tightly.”
I licked my lips and let my head sag back against the tree, then pulled my hand out of his pants.
“Fine.” My fingers were wet with his juices, so I decided to lick them clean. He tasted like he was part of me, a strangely familiar thing I would hold on to now that I had found it.
“It’s said that sharing one’s lives was how matings worked before bagua lost so much of their magic. How did you hear about it? Did Lissir—”
“Nah.” I reveled in the happy cocktail my brain was providing post orgasm.
“I had this…thing just now? Like back at the Stone. Where I knew you were my mate. And I thought, you’ll get to blow me until we’re both dead, and we’ll die together, but it sounded more profound and more romantic in my head.
Now I just sound horny.” I stared at him through the darkness. “I am horny. I want that barb again.”
Inkiri had stilled, but now his hands were running up and down my body, soothing, holding me upright.
“You’re such a gift to me, with your magic or without it, whatever it is exactly. You should know, Sadir, that we are those beings that became fae or elves in human myths, and we live longer than you.”
“How long?” I asked to be polite. I didn’t really care. The longer, the better.
“Vergis mentioned five hundred years once. Which was Earth years, I think, but I often confuse them. Our years are longer.”
I pushed off the tree and found myself instead leaning against his chest. “That’s perfect! I want to spend the next five hundred years with you. Means we should definitely stay here and not go near any stones at all, but especially no magical stones. No magical stones. Can you promise?”
He rubbed my back. My shirt was tied back there, and I wished he’d just untie it, spin me around, and give me that yummy cock.
“Sweet thing, you either had more fennie than I thought, or it’s magic that’s getting to you.”
I craned my neck without lifting my head off his chest. “Don’t I get to be happy my monster boyfriend just sucked me off in a public park?
Oh, no, wait. Monster husband! I need to get used to calling you that.
Okay, I hear it. I just slurred a little.
I think it may be both the fanny and the magic, which sucks.
Do you call bottles of that drink fanny packs, by the way?
Like a collective noun?” I blinked. “Yeah, I definitely hear it now.”
Inkiri chuckled. “Come on, Sadir. Let’s head back across the river to the rikori, let’s get some water into you and rest a little.”
“Hmmmm.” I let him take my wrist and lead me through the darkness. I knew he wouldn’t let me stumble or fall.
Rest was fine, but before that, I was determined to get my husband’s barb.