Chapter 18 #2
I considered making him tell me now, but then he got our pants open and moved on to my shirt, and I sort of forgot all of it.
Inkiri’s tongue teasing my nipples became my world, and it expanded when he shifted my legs and positioned himself between them, when he felt along my own cock and hummed to let me know he was satisfied.
At first it was his fingers on my balls and exploring downward to my taint, then going back up to my cock where he teased the slit and made me gasp.
I sank into the sensation, reveled in it, but then he sucked on my nipple.
I hadn’t seen that coming in the dark tent, and I screamed with surprise and pleasure.
At least, I tried to. I was still so weak that I didn’t quite have screaming in me.
That was sort of ironic since the rain might’ve actually drowned out my sex noises for once.
Inkiri relinquished my nipple and kissed me deeply.
“I have to get your hole ready.” He only spoke when my lips were puffy and I was out of breath.
“Yeah…” I gave myself over to this, knowing he’d make sure it was good.
Inkiri was exceptionally skilled as a lover, even when he didn’t need to be. I would’ve been fine if he’d just given my hole a quick stretch so he could fuck into me, but he was plainly unwilling to do that.
In the darkness, I followed the path his hands took down my body. Over my nipples again, where they lingered, to my belly, where Inkiri drew patterns as he slid them lower, to my pubic hair, then down to where my cock was weeping for the smallest bit of attention.
I whimpered when I felt his finger against my hole. He paused, touching his own slick shaft before bringing that lubrication back to share with me.
“Yes, there. Yes…” I found myself drifting slightly as I listened to the pitter-patter of rain and concentrated on not resisting my mate as he got me ready for him.
The presence from before rustled through my mind. It was just a moment, over in a flash, but I thought I’d felt it give a curt greeting. It startled me.
I must’ve twitched in an unexpected way, because Inkiri pulled his fingers out of me and started clicking.
“Did I hurt you?” He felt all over me as if he wanted to make sure I was still there, still awake.
“What? No. Shoot, it’s fine, just—monsters can’t get to us here?” I asked instead of telling him I was sensing weird stuff in my head. Frankly, I should’ve asked about the monsters first.
“Vergis put up a ko circle, a magic circle, to protect us. I should’ve said so before. Sorry.”
“Sorry enough to give me what I asked for?”
He chuckled. “Sadir. You may say you’re not hangu, but right now, in bed with me, you speak to me like a hangu would.”
He gave my cock a tug, then put his fingers back inside me. I groaned in pleasure and curled my toes.
“Yes, that’s good. So good…”
“You want me in here?” He rubbed my happy spot. Which I couldn’t call my happy spot, because that sounded ridiculous, but damn, it was a spot that made me very happy.
“Y-yes. That slippery cock of yours, I want that.”
He was quiet for a moment, fingers absentmindedly driving me up the arousal ladder. “Oh, my mate. My heart is yours, my honor is yours. You are my light in the darkness.”
I knew I had to ask what that meant. What the words meant for him. But I couldn’t. He pulled free, lined up, and just like I had demanded, he was pushing that big cock with its bulbous head into me, and I just lay there, all too happy to take it.
Fireworks went off in front of my eyes, my hearing shorted out for a few seconds. I tensed before my muscles went slack. With some primo coordination, I managed to get my arms up around his neck so I could hold him close, or at least imagine I was doing that while he started moving.
It was so good, even though this wasn’t normal sex by any means. I knew I wasn’t as fit as I wanted to be, and so everything felt different. There was also a frisson of lingering magic that I did my best to ignore.
Inkiri was careful, his thrusts slow and controlled, yet I was desperate for everything he could give me, despite that.
It went on for a while, Inkiri’s pace steady, the sounds mingling with the rain and making something romantic out of what was, objectively, still…camping.
“I’m getting close, Sadir,” Inkiri said.
“’S fine, I need it,” I mumbled, but Inkiri grunted, shifted his weight, and took my cock in hand for a few good pumps.
He got me to come like that, because of course he did. His own orgasm was close behind, and it came while I was still whimpering through mine, my voice strained.
I was still contracting around him, my hole trembling, when his barb set in. Strangely, that small pain got me to relax, almost as if I’d been waiting for it.
Inkiri clicked and carefully rolled us onto our sides so he could hold me close and nip the skin of my neck.
“Are you satisfied, Sadir?”
I wiggled my foot, the one half in the air since I had my leg over his thigh. “Are we on a sleeping bag?”
“There are also blankets. It was cold when we got here. Donna says it’s been raining for a few days now.”
“Just to avoid any miscommunication, I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t like camping. Or the outdoors. Why are we in an effing tent?”
Inkiri clicked and ran his hand along my calf. “Vergis’s father has a theory about what your magic is. No, about what you are, I should say.”
I snorted and wiggled a bit, but Inkiri kept a tight hold on me, as he always did when he had his barb in me.
“That family is just full of theories. Also, when did Vergis introduce you to his dad?” Vergis’s family was far more interesting than talking about what I was. Magic me wasn’t anything I needed to hear any more about.
“That’s a story. We will tell you later.” And just like that, Inkiri ignored my heart’s desire. Well, it was really just some minor gossip to pass the time. “Vergis’s father thinks you’re what he calls a Loathly Lady.”
“Huh. Can’t be right. I’m not a lady. Let’s try a new theory.” We’d try no theories at all if I had any say in the matter. I kissed his collarbone as a distraction.
Inkiri clicked. “I think it fits, or makes up at least part of the truth. Kinnek—that’s Vergis’s father—says the Loathly Lady is a goddess of the land, a sovereignty goddess linked to the kingship of a place.
Your magic started coming out when you made contact with the Stone of Destiny, which is also associated with kings.
In addition, your magic seems to have grown stronger since you found me. Your mate.”
It sounded like he was going through a list of things.
“You have to let go of this idea that I’m a woman, Ink, I’m telling you. I don’t have a uterus, not even a hint of one. I’m not a goddess or a lady.” I snuggled against him. “I just hear that voice in my head sometimes.”
“That’s something Kinnek will be interested in.”
I wondered if Kinnek was maybe a good psychiatrist, because I was starting to wonder whether I needed one rather than a magic teacher.
“I need to sleep now,” I announced, and snuggled closer to Inkiri.
He accepted it with soothing clicks and pulled the blankets snug around us.
We woke again at the crack of dawn, which was a thing that happened when you slept in a tent out in the wilderness and just one more reason not to do it.
Inkiri put our clothes back in order and wrapped me in one of the blankets before unzipping the tent and allowing me to escape from it.
I froze. Right outside the tent flap, Vergis stood next to a bagu who was clearly Kinnek. They looked too similar for the bagu to be a stranger, although Kinnek had streaks of bluish silver in his hair, which was long and artfully braided in a way that made the silver look like a fancy dye job.
Both of them had their arms crossed. They could’ve been twins.
“I seem to have been right,” Kinnek said. He spoke almost without an accent and sounded more like Vergis than Inkiri with his British lilt; not a surprise. “Hello, Rory.”
“Hi there.” I considered how to get to my feet without falling over. Inkiri crawled out of the tent behind me and pulled me up into his arms, yet again solving my problem for me.
He clicked. “Your shoes are still in the bag, and the grass is wet.”
“They totally fucked.” Vergis gave me a nonplussed look.
My cheeks turned cabbage red. “You’re an ass.”
“Oh, and he’s plucky.” Kinnek grinned, which made him look like Vergis when he had one of his more suicidal ideas. “Plucky is better than catatonic.”
“You don’t know him yet, or else you wouldn’t say that,” Vergis grumbled.
“Now that is a very rude thing to say, oh son of my womb.”
Vergis shrugged. “You always said it can’t be an insult if it’s true.”
“Shush. That only applies when I point out to your father how he was wrong about certain things,” Kinnek said.
“Can you…make them stop?” I asked Inkiri.
“Oh, sweetpea, of course he can’t!” Kinnek took a step toward me. “Let me have a look at you. Hmm. Good teeth. Clear eyes. Shiny hair. If you were a horsie at market, I’d buy you.”
“My mate is not…a horsie,” Inkiri, my hero, said.
Vergis nodded. “More like a donkey.”
Vergis was the worst. I’d missed him, and I was so effing glad the cola ash people hadn’t gotten him, but he was also the worst.
Kinnek clicked once. “I was joking, clearly. I do not wish to buy your mate. However, he does look like a healthy human should.” He sniffed me. “I assume, Rory, you asked for your mate to have sex with you?”
“Uhm, yeah?” I was wondering what it would take to go back to being catatonic. Maybe I could fake it.