Chapter 8 #4
“No, I…I’m ready. I’m fine. I want good things to come inside me. I want you, Ink.” I blinked at him, his beautiful indigo horns backlit, shimmering with droplets of moisture and their own mysterious color. “Please.”
“Just a little more, Sadir. You’re opening so much more readily to me than the first time. That’s good. Your body is beginning to know me.”
His diligence in stretching my ass was the worst. Almost as bad as waiting in your tree costume for the show to finally start so you could waddle onto the stage for the whole play and sway in imaginary wind.
I wasn’t background shrubbery now though. The noises I made weren’t voluntary, they just happened. It was all Inkiri’s fault, and he was doing it on purpose so he could enjoy me almost screaming into the heated air.
He was ever so careful and ever so aware of all the best places inside of me to stimulate. He worked my prostate, rubbing and circling that spot within me. It was a delicious feeling I wanted to sink into.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, I sagged against his chest, and his clicks were low, dark rumblings in the dim, flickering light.
Inkiri dragged me through the water to the edge of the pool, the very back of it.
Once we were there, he lifted me up and out of the water until I was on my back, only my calves and feet still submerged.
There was a gap in the ceiling above me, probably so the steam had a way to escape, and through it I saw the glittering night sky, with constellations whose names I couldn’t begin to guess and two of the moons twinkling down at me. I smiled.
“Sadir,” my mate said. “You want me?”
I looked away from the darkness and back at Inkiri. He was between my legs, kneeling on a step in the water, his cock glistening and ready.
“Yes, I want you.” I reached for him, and he took my hand and braided our fingers together.
I moaned up at the sky when I felt his bulbous tip press inside me. He worked his length into me slowly, stopping time and again for one or two shallow thrusts so I could adjust and relax around him. It helped his cock lubricate me, but more than that, it was delicious, slow-paced torture.
When I felt our bodies connect at last, I let out a trembling sigh and looked at Inkiri.
He rocked his hips. “Yes, you’re doing so well, Sadir. Just like that. Take all of me.” He thrust, and I screamed. “Yes. Let the world hear your pleasure, sweet thing. All the worlds.”
And just like that, Inkiri seemed to reach the point where slow and careful was no longer an option for him either. Finally, finally he started to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out, the friction eased by his juices.
Heat gathered first at my spine, only to flow down and pool in my abdomen. My balls tightened. I was still new to this, to how it felt to have sex like this, but I knew enough to sense when my orgasm was near.
I opened my mouth to let Inkiri know, but instead of words, what came out was a string of keening moans and low screams. My eyelids fluttered, but I wanted to see him when I came. I wanted to watch when he came too.
After one particularly hard thrust, Inkiri took my aching cock in his free hand.
He didn’t do much more than run his thumb along the slit before I came in his hand, just like that.
My own cum shot all over my chest, and the noises Inkiri made were so effing hot, so pleased—clicking, his purr-growl—that it made me wish I could come again, just for him, right then and there.
I was shivering all over, feeling my muscles contract from the last waves of my orgasm, when I looked into Inkiri’s eyes again and watched as he came too.
He thrust hard a few times until our bodies were close, and then I felt it—heat releasing inside of me, flooding into me.
He put a hand on my chest to keep me where I was, not that I could’ve moved in my current state.
I watched as he filled me. His orgasm felt like it lasted much longer than it had earlier this morning, and I kind of liked that. When he let go of my hand to hold me in place by my legs, I knew he was about to barb me again.
I was too spent, too ridiculously happy and in love to be bothered by the slight pain of it, and I submitted to the feeling as well as his soothing clicking.
“Rory, my sweet thing, look at me,” Inkiri said when I felt his barbed cock settle inside of me, connecting us.
I glanced down, somewhat out of it but very happy about how the night had gone. “Hmm?”
“Keep your legs around my waist. Relax.”
He worked his hand under my back and easily lifted me off the stones until I was vertical, pressed against his chest. His barb pinched with the movement, but I was far from complaining, especially when he eased back into the pool and sat on the uppermost step, which I realized was actually a bench, exactly the right height for sitting if you were a grown bagu.
The warm water surrounded me, soothing me and allowing my muscles to relax. Inkiri’s arms holding me were doing much the same.
“Sadir, are you happy?”
I leaned my head against his shoulder, eyelids at half-mast. “The happiest, Ink.”
I decided then that a wedding night spent in a bed rather than a pool was a waste of a perfectly good wedding night. With that revelation, I dozed off, my mate’s barb still inside me.