He chuckled when I looked at him, probably with that expression that screamed of me being constipated. “What!”
“I was just thinking, since your normal-sized cock doesn’t get slick, you might enjoy it.”
I frowned. “Not buying that. I think you just want me to turn red, and I also think someone sounding like a British secret agent knows exactly what buttering up means.”
“I know what it means.” He sank to his knees, so graceful, so elegant. “Can I apologize for teasing you?”
He went from almost tickling my belly to caressing my cock through my shorts, which were a hand-me-down from Kinnek and pretty short, though not as short as they were on him. With Inkiri being as tall as he was, he didn’t have to crane his head back far to look up at me with his eyebrows raised.
It took me a moment to realize he’d asked me a question, but I couldn’t be expected to keep track of a conversation when someone was touching me like this, especially not Inkiri.
“Uh…yeah?” I wasn’t actually sure what the question had been. I was just hoping that this was the right answer.
Inkiri made a purring noise and nodded. “Thank you.”
Yup, yeah, I’d chosen well. I started to understand just how well when he unbuttoned my shorts with a few deft movements, the zipper following in short order. Really, that was unfair. Objectively, his fingers were bigger, but my human shorts still didn’t pose much of an obstacle to him.
That was especially annoying since I was almost convinced they were women’s shorts. I’d asked Kinnek about it, but he’d given me a confused look and had said something of the effect of, “shorts are shorts.” In retrospect, I was glad I hadn’t asked a follow-up that might have got me into an uncomfortable gender discourse yet again.
Well, regardless of what type of butt these shorts were meant to clad, mine was soon revealed. Inkiri put one of his big hands on my right cheek, but that wasn’t where his focus was. My cock was pretty much level with his face. Well, maybe he had to look down a little bit.
“Hmm.”
“I-it’s not for eating.” My face couldn’t go any more crimson, but at least we were alone, unlike when we were soaking. Also, I knew what he was about to do, and I wanted it, so much. Yes, feeling his barb was one kind of bliss, but his rough tongue on my cock was quite another treat.
“I know exactly what it’s for.”
He opened his mouth, and the moment I felt that warmth, then his tongue, I screamed. The only thing that might’ve prevented it would’ve been a gag. Inkiri just kept on going, and since I hadn’t been quite prepared for how good this would feel, I continued moaning, my knees threatening to give out.
But Inkiri was prepared for it. He was holding me up with one hand and with the other he guided me to hold his horns, which I did. I heard a harsh intake of breath from him when I tightened my grip, feeling the ridges press into my skin.
He pulled back, circling the root of my cock with his fingers and playing with my balls while he was at it. He was suckling my tip, his eyes on my face, watching every heaving breath, every gasp that left my trembling lips.
There had never been any chance that I would last long enough to feel like I was accomplished at sex. I managed an “I—I—I…” but then my body was tipping over the cliff, and I was coming in Inkiri’s mouth.
His eyelids flickered with pleasure, and I watched as he swallowed. It was quite the sight, knowing exactly what he had in his mouth, what he was drinking down so greedily and licking off my spent cock when the rush was over.
“That was not a reward, but a gift,” he whispered, his voice very low.
By that point, I was too boneless, too spent to respond. Maybe it was the really nice orgasm, or maybe it was him giving me my backpack when I’d thought it was lost, but either way, I turned gooey in his arms. Inkiri picked me up and put me on the bed, where he stripped me naked, just like he’d wanted, but instead of staring and making me uncomfortable, he undressed too and snuggled into bed with me, holding me close, so close.
I drifted off into a well-deserved nap with my mate holding me tightly. I knew he’d never let me go, and I loved him so much for it.
Chapter 13
We didn’t leave our room for the rest of that night. More specifically, we didn’t leave the bed. Inkiri might not have wanted a reward, but I reasoned with him that I deserved one for doing all my Lugarran writing, and he agreed with me when I laid it out for him that his barb would make the perfect reward.
Apart from that day, which left me exhausted as far as the pleasure play went, Inkiri and I settled into a comfortable routine. He was extremely caring and just the kind of supportive spouse who deserved to be called my greatest cheerleader. He always tried to get me to spend our evenings in bed together talking, which led to more sometimes, but other times, we just cuddled and fell asleep like that.
“Do you worship a pantheon?” he asked me one evening. We’d been talking for a good hour by then, and he held my wrist in one hand, running his fingers over the friendship bracelet around it absentmindedly while I enjoyed how nice it felt to have him to lean against.
“Huh? You mean, am I religious?”
I hadn’t even considered what religions there might be on Aër or which Inkiri was following, but then, either my mom or dad had said something about a mismatch in religious leanings leading to divorce more often than not. Well, whichever of the two had said it would’ve had a statistic to back it up, but I hadn’t bothered to remember that. Suddenly, that thought made me anxious. What if my perfect bagu had a church he went to? What if it was important to him that I went too? Then again, if they focused as much on performance art as churches did here, I’d be able to fake my way through it.
“Yes.” He tensed. “Back in Esaka, after the attack, when you were asleep like the Sleeping Beauty from your tales, I talked to you, and I held you. I thought that if you had a pantheon you hold dear, I would’ve tried to say prayers, but I didn’t even know. I know it’s an important thing on Earth.”
Yup, in terms of mates, I’d sure hit the jackpot. “I don’t do religion. I mean, I like some of the holidays—Christmas is just so cozy, but it was stolen from the pagans first, and now capitalism has stolen it from religion. I was actually hoping to go to an Equinox party when we went to Ireland, but…”
