But he was so good to me, and I’d do this for him. He was the best thing in my life, including my life before the apocalypse, and I wanted to show him how special he was to me, how much I loved him. Sex was one way of doing it, and if it meant sore muscles, well, I’d manage.
“Sadir, I love how you sound. It’s almost as if the slightest touch makes you moan like a hangu twice your size.”
“Don’t—they’re not slight touches, you… It’s unfair what you do. You’re too good at this. I just want your barb.”
He growled and bent forward to nip the skin on my back.
“I don’t think I’ve opened you enough yet.”
I whimpered, but Inkiri was undeterred. Minutes! He made me wait minutes! All the while, he pushed his lubed fingers into me, scissored them open, and clicked in a deep, seductive way.
I yowled when he pulled out of me and left my hole gaping.
“Shh, my sweet mate, you’re getting what you want.”
His cockhead was warm, and while the stretch was good, I still felt the size of him. I always did, but in the end, he fit me perfectly.
Inkiri moved slowly so I could adjust to the fullness, and his cock’s lube made everything easier. I trembled, but Inkiri’s arm banded around my chest, his other hand holding my shoulder, and just like that, I relaxed, and he finally slid home.
He started moving in slow thrusts. I got noisier with each one, but that wasn’t my fault. Could you really control whether you were a loud or a quiet recipient of really good sex? It was probably genetic. Had to be. Or maybe it was all the time I’d spent training to be on stage.
Inkiri pulled me close enough that he could lean over me. “Touch yourself, sweet thing.”
I did, wanting to please him and do what he told me. With his powerful cock setting a nice rhythm, it took a single stroke into my hand, and I came, my muscles spasming. Inkiri’s strong arms held me in place without issue as I made a mess on a bed that wasn’t mine. Someone had straightened this comforter more than two years ago, and I felt distantly guilty for messing it up now.
Inkiri sped up, but not by much. His orgasm rolled in like a huge wave. He bit my neck, his teeth closing so tightly around my skin that I knew there’d be a mark. Not that I cared. Not that I minded.
His hot cum filled me. I felt the oddest sensation of it going deep inside of me and making a slick mess. Even spent as I was, I reveled in that, enjoying his strength and the tenderness with which he handled me.
Once he was done thrusting, once he was spent, he opened his mouth and licked over the place he’d bitten before carefully laying us on the bed to spoon while his barb took hold. I felt the spark of pleasure pain the moment he crossed both his arms around me and held me tight. I shivered, savoring the feeling of fullness.
His breath washed over my ear. “Does it…does it hurt? I’m sorry, sadir, I didn’t mean to.” He kissed the base of my skull.
“What, your barb? I like it; you know I do.”
“No, sweet thing. The bite. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It’s… Bagua don’t normally do that unless it’s asked for.”
I reached up to the spot, which was tender in the best of ways, much like the rest of me would be once his barb went down.
“I liked it. Are you telling me bagua get all bitey in the sack?”
He clicked. “Not much anymore. Some do. It typically requires a splendid gift to be given when an unmated hangu-na is allowed it, smaller tokens for the mated ones if it’s their mate they bite.”
I craned my head back. “You’re telling me a mated bagu can just walk around and jump into bed with anyone, then bite them? That is so weird.”
He scoffed. “It isn’t like that at all. The biting is rarely done, but there are some who like it.”
“I liked it.” I thought about it. “You’re telling me I get a present every time you get to bite me?”
He chuckled. “Would you like that? Would you like it if I gave you a splendid gift like I would if I were courting you and you were just testing my skills?”
Clearly, he had no idea what he was doing. He was turning me into a monster, and I was going to let him.
“Yes! Oh yeah. I would like that a lot. A lot a lot. Can I get—no. You have to surprise me with something very splendid. Please? But not silly splendid. I meant what I said, you know. I’ll do my part. I’ll work as a barista here on campus and introduce all your Raikengana buddies to coffee. I’ll contribute.”
Inkiri let out a loud, huffing laugh. “They would like that very much, I think, to have the pretty human koa with the red hair and green eyes tell them about coffee. But you don’t need to work, sadir. I told you that, and I meant it.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten. “We should talk about where you want to be soon, about what you wish me to do, whether I may remain in the Raiken or whether I should do something else. But we need not talk about it now.”
A jolt went through me, and of course that meant Inkiri held me tighter. “Wait, are you saying you would give up the Raiken for me?”