True to his word, Tyh hadn’t pushed me for a time when I would feel comfortable having sex with him. The only request he had made of me a few days after our revealing talk was to ask if we could sleep together. And most shocking of all was that he actually meant sleep, not some polite euphemism for sex. Oh, he would’ve leapt at the chance to have sex, but that really wasn’t the angle he was going for. He even offered to remain completely clothed while we slept as long as he got to hold me. He said that would be enough for him until I felt ready for more. He meant it, too.
I’d cautiously agreed to sleep with him. The relief and pleasure on his face and coming from him in waves emotionally at my agreeing to his request were staggering. I knew he was trying very hard to keep himself in check. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t, I was willing to bet the times he failed at reining his desire in were more the fault of the people in his head than an actual failure on Tyh’s part. The man had an iron will, and I was a little appalled at the things I noticed myself doing to see how far I could push him once we were enjoying the shared intimacy of a bed.
I never normally behaved that way even when I was being my usual impulsive self. After the third or fourth time I caught myself being basically a horrible cock-tease to poor Tyh, I’d apologized profusely to him saying I normally wasn’t like that at all and that I had no idea why I was acting so badly. He’d actually laughed and said it was probably the Lor’fei that was making me do things on a subconscious level to instigate the completion of the bond. He didn’t see it as my being an utter asshole and said he thought it was kind of funny because I’d get so embarrassed once I clued into what I was doing.
I’d stomped off in a huff at that, but it was really hard to have a dramatic exit in an area as small as the ship we were on. Not to mention, it was a physical impossibility to slam a door on the space ship. A good dramatic exit required the slamming of at least one door.
Ten minutes later, I’d felt like an idiot for marching off in a snit over Tyh finding humour at behaviour I’d called myself on. I went back to the cockpit and had to give Tyh bonus points for saying nothing and not even snickering at my short-lived hissy fit. I could feel his amusement, but there wasn’t so much as an eyebrow twitch from him to show his inner emotions. He said nothing about my little temper tantrum but asked if I wanted to learn to play an Awh’anise game that involved stones, sticks and coins and rules of engagement that almost made my head hurt as he explained them. I ended up winning two out of four games and purposefully stalemated him on the three-hour-long-tie-breaker.
One should never play a strategy game with a disgruntled negotiator.
Sleeping with Tyh was a somewhat surprising experience for me. I could fully admit to being a blanket hog, and my parents had some rather embarrassing pictures of me at various ages sprawled out across my bed taking up far more space than someone as skinny as I was should’ve been able to. My parents apparently thought it was cute the way I’d try and take up every available inch of bed space and actually succeed. I’d had some concerns that I’d do the same thing to poor Tyh and force him from the bed. I’d never actually been asleep with a partner in bed except for that one time with Tyh before. I’d thought that with a bed as small as the ones on the ship, I’d for sure end up sending Tyh to sleep somewhere else.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The first night I’d woken in the middle of the night to find myself curled around Tyh, my arms around the poor man in a death grip, my hair an intricate tangle around both of us. I remembered falling asleep with Tyh a warm presence against my back, his arm loosely draped around my waist and his face pressed to the top of my spine. How we’d ended up with me hugging him so tightly, I had no idea because I’d actually liked the feeling of safety and comfort from Tyh holding me. I’d tried to untangle us, and Tyh had gone from deeply asleep to alert between one breath and the next, concern visible in his face from the weak light peeking around the partially closed bathroom door.
He’d said that he was perfectly comfortable as he was and not to worry unless I was uncomfortable. When I’d said I was fine, he’d told me to go back to sleep and pulled my arms even tighter around him. He’d started purring and was soon asleep in my arms. I’d been surprised at how right it felt to curve my body around him. That was also when I discovered quite by accident that I could calm Tyh down rather effortlessly.
Not long after he’d fallen asleep and when I was on the verge of sleep myself, he’d started to mutter something in a language I’d never heard before. Whatever he was saying, the tone of his voice made it sound very unfriendly. He began to shift restlessly, and in my half asleep state, I’d instinctually started to make the ultra-low undulating sounds used to calm small children and skittish animals. In under a minute, Tyh lay peacefully in my arms, and whatever or whomever he’d been speaking to apparently went quiet. He said nothing more.
I’d thought nothing of it until sometime the next day when we were once again playing the game he’d taught me. He was losing quite badly because he seemed distracted by something. His mannerism suddenly changed, and the look in his eyes became a little unsettling. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat me, and it wasn’t a lustful kind of hunger but a genuine eat-my-spleen-with-a-side-of-veggies-and-a-nice-red-wine kind of thing.
The low, undulating tone started up automatically. Once again, in under a minute, the slightly crazed look vanished from Tyh’s eyes, and he seemed to not only be able to focus on the game but handed me my ass in less than a dozen moves when I’d been very close to winning. When I mentioned his reaction to the sub-sonic sounds, he’d looked surprised, and his brow furrowed as he thought. He smiled softly and said that it reminded him of when he was a tiny kit, sleeping in a tangle with his broodmates, safe and warm and loved. He said it sort of sounded like heartbeats and purring at the same time, and that was a sound of comfort and love to an Awh’anise.
After that, anytime Tyh seemed to get distracted by the voices in his head, I’d make the sounds, and he’d calm right down. He said the Awh’anise voices in his head liked the sound, too, and that sometimes they ganged up on him just so I’d do it. I didn’t like that they were forcing Tyh into doing things, but I thought it was also a little sad that the voices were so—distressed. Feeling sorry for the evil voices in his head wasn’t something Tyh or I expected and actually surprised us both. I didn’t like doing what the voices wanted, but making the undulating sound was an easy thing for me to do, and it seemed to relax not only Tyh but the majority of voices in his head.
Sleeping with Tyh was also making me more aware of Tyh in a sexual sense. I already thought he was very attractive, but just the feel of his body moulding to mine when we went to bed—it always made my cock harden and my nipples tighten. The desire I felt was made all the more difficult to deal with because I could feel the staggering amount of desire Tyh had for me piling on top of mine. More than once, I’d needed to bite my lip to keep from asking Tyh to jerk me off.
The problem wasn’t that I thought he wouldn’t do it because I was sure that he would be more than happy to. The problem was that I didn’t want to lead him on that there would be a mutual wank session or whatever when I was still working out everything I’d learned about the Lor’fei in my head. I was trying to be fair to both of us no matter how much my balls protested.
We always started the night with him spooned behind me, and there was no way in hell I could miss the erection nestled against my ass. Feeling that proof of his arousal and both our desires twisting through me, I had the most difficult time not wriggling my ass against him in encouragement. He stayed the perfect gentleman and never tried to press for more even though he obviously wanted it and to tell the truth, I definitely wanted more, too.
I’d actually been quite disappointed that he hadn’t tried something. I’d thought for sure that after I agreed to share his bed, his hands would’ve been all over my body. I wouldn’t have protested that at all because it felt really good when he touched me. Tyh, however, was utterly determined to let me be the one who decided when we’d finally have sex just as he’d promised. I knew how hard he was working to deny what he wanted. His lust and arousal was a constant, erotic hum against my brain. But he wasn’t giving in to his needs and was letting me set the pace.
Apparently sex included hand jobs, blow jobs and whatever else could be considered sex between two people. Kisses were okay; something I was enjoying a lot. Gentle touches were also on the okay list as were hugs. I knew Tyh struggled against doing more because I could feel his desire so sharply, and it was making my own climb higher. Although my shields were very, very good, Tyh’s emotions didn’t seem to have a lot of difficulty slipping under them, and I wondered if that was a side effect of the Lor’fei. If it was, it kinda sucked; a little respite from all the lust of two very horny men would have been nice.
After a week of sleeping together and lingering touches and passionate kisses, I was more than ready to get things moving between us. Tyh had given me the space, just as he said he would, to think about everything he told me as well as the stuff the Fire Snake had said to me in the dream. I still wasn’t entirely sure how the Lor’fei was able to affect me like it was and like both Tyh and the Fire Snake said it would. There was very little information available in general about the Lor’fei, and for obvious reasons, it would’ve been a very bad idea for me to try and access any databases on Awh’an with regards to the Awh’anise in general and the Lor’fei specifically. Tyh had shown me all manner of things in a dream sequence and added his language to my head, but some things I still couldn’t wrap my brain around.
I was still a little unhappy with the way I’d wound up tied to Tyh, but I wasn’t upset to be with him. Frankly, it made my lonely little heart feel nearly full to bursting with happiness to be so—treasured by Tyh. His devotion to me was breathtaking. He hadn’t exaggerated, and I was still trying to come to terms with that. To be so wanted and desired was a totally new experience for me.
I’d been surprised when Tyh said I could do him, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I was excited at the idea of having sex with him, but I was confused at—my disappointment in being the one who did the penetrating. I’d had sex with women, and obviously, I’d been the one who’d been doing the dicking then, but the women were the ones who approached me, and frankly, they were also the ones who were—in charge, for lack of a better phrase, once we were in bed. I was starting to understand that I liked it that way. I was actually feeling a little anxious about the prospect of having Tyh’s ass. I was very worried that I might hurt him or not give him much pleasure in the act.
Intergalactic databases were wondrous things, and I was burning up the electrons researching everything I could on what to expect from sex between two men and what I needed to do to make it as pleasurable an experience as possible. From videos I’d watched before I ever met Tyh, I knew anal sex could be very enjoyable, but I also knew that porn was not a good indicator of the reality of anything. My one sexual experience with Tyh in a dream had been mind-blowing even if it technically hadn’t been real, and any discomfort I might have felt was negated by Tyh’s manipulation of the dream.
There also seemed to be conflicting information in the various places I found about what to expect from first time anal. Some said the first time hurt or was uncomfortable for a few minutes until you adjusted. Others said that if you had a good, careful and caring partner, it didn’t hurt. Some sites actually said that if it hurt, regardless of it being your first time or not, you had a bad lover. It was all rather confusing about what to believe, and the last thing I wanted was to be a bad lover for Tyh.
Tyh said he’d been on the receiving end of anal before, so he wasn’t inexperienced, but I had no real freaking idea what I was doing. I’d never had anal sex with anyone, and I didn’t want to do anything to hurt Tyh. I was probably working myself up over nothing, but this first time real sex between us was important, and I didn’t want to screw it up. One thing was for sure though. All the places I checked said lube was a non-negotiable ingredient and that you almost couldn’t have enough of the stuff. There were various lists of things that could be used as lube, but I didn’t think there were any of them on board the ship. I somehow doubted that stashing lube in a cupboard was one of the considerations Tyh had when he was resupplying the ship before he met me.
For several seconds, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment when I’d approached Tyh and asked him about stopping somewhere so I could buy lube. The slow grin that spread across Tyh’s face made my cheeks feel even hotter. I could clearly feel his amusement, but he didn’t laugh, tease me or say anything that made me feel even more uncomfortable than I already was. He just nodded his head, said he’d check to see what was close and plotted a course so we could do a little shopping.
I thought for sure that we were going to head for some sleazy sex shop where there’d be all kinds of weird and kinky devices and toys for sale. I think I was actually quite disappointed when Tyh brought me to a regular store and headed for the family planning aisle. He wasted no time in picking up several different kinds of lube as well as a couple of boxes of condoms. I gave Tyh a questioning look at the condoms.
“Safe sex, Dak.”
That never even crossed my mind. It was very responsible of Tyh to think of that, but at the same time, I found it more than a little annoying that there was going to be something between Tyh and me when we did have sex. That made no sense whatsoever, and the only conclusion I could come to was that it was the Lor’fei fucking with my head again. I was blaming a lot of stuff on the Lor’fei lately, warranted or not.
“Would a condom interfere with the completion of the bond?” I asked in a low voice that hopefully wouldn’t carry to anyone else browsing further down the aisle.
“I wouldn’t think so, but I honestly don’t know, Dak. Pretty much everything I do know about Lor’fei partners involves Awh’anise ones. There have been some alien Lor’fei, but not many, so I’m kinda flying blind on this. Obviously, I can’t exactly call somebody on Awh’an to ask specifics for this either.
“As far as diseases go, we’re a pretty hardy bunch and resistant to a lot of things that will lay low or outright kill other species. Many diseases die shortly after being introduced into an Awh’anise, and that includes a lot of sexual diseases. Some diseases just go dormant instead of dying, and we can pass them on to non-Awh’anise partners where the disease roars back to life. The condoms aren’t for my protection but yours. I could be carrying something that’s harmless to me but dangerous to you.”
I hadn’t thought of that at all. Naturally, I knew about safe sex, and I always made sure to practice it the times when I did have sex. I also knew you didn’t need to look sick to be sick. Tyh’s caution, given what he’d just told me about his people’s disease resistance, made perfect sense. Yet, I still couldn’t help but feel resentful at the idea of even the microfilm of a condom between us. It seemed wrong.
I chewed my lip and tried in vain to ignore the irrational urge to tell Tyh to forget about the condoms because the Lor’fei was making me feel like it was wrong to have even that tiny bit of something between us. That sounded utterly crazy, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Tyh would just nod his head as if I’d said the most reasonable thing ever.
“There has to be a clinic or hospital or something in a city this size. I want us to get tested for—everything. I—I don’t like the idea of anything between us. I understand why condoms are the best way to go, but I’m really not happy with the thought of using them.”
Tyh’s eyes softened, and he cupped my cheek tenderly. “I don’t think that’s smart, Dak. Tests can be wrong, or if I have something, the level of viral activity might be too low to be detected by just your typical clinic. I don’t want to take that kind of chance with your health. Condoms are the best choice here.”
“Logically, I know it’s not smart, but I’m having a hard time with the idea of using them. It just seems wrong, Tyh. I don’t know why, and it makes no sense, but that’s the impression I have. I want us to be tested and, if necessary, treated so we can have sex without anything between us,” I said with stubbornness creeping into my voice.
“No, Dak. You need to be reasonable here. They’re so thin, you can’t even tell the difference between wearing one and not wearing one,” Tyh said in a soft voice.
For whatever reason, the calm and rational tone from Tyh really pushed my buttons not in a good way. I reacted without thinking. My hair snared him tight, and I punched him as hard as I could in the chest. A part of me was shocked that not only had I’d done that but done it in public. A much louder part of me mentally grunted in satisfaction and went on about the business of getting Tyh to do what I wanted against all better judgement.
Tyh focused intently on me and waited. I ran my fingers lightly over his cheek and trailed them over the little points of his ears. The same instinct that had me punch Tyh had me add the low thrumming sound that seemed to calm Tyh and the voices in his head. He relaxed completely but remained utterly focused on me and whatever I was about to say. For all the violence of the act, haig’wuh-ani was amazingly effective, and I was quickly getting used to using it.
“I want nothing between us, Tyhlian. Nothing. You said it’d be my choice how we proceeded and getting tested and possibly treated for what might ail us is my choice. I would never even dream of doing something this rash, but I swear to all the old gods, this is what feels right to do. It’s probably the Lor’fei affecting me, but I can’t seem to resist. Nor want to resist.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do, Dak,” Tyh said in a soft voice. “I’m still buying the condoms just in case, but if you don’t want to use them, then I’m not going to protest. Let’s pay for this stuff, find a clinic that looks decently reputable and get ourselves checked out.”
I let out my breath slowly feeling immeasurably better that Tyh bowed to my wishes and that when we went to bed, there would be just skin against skin for us. We paid for our purchases, and I tried to ignore the curious looks I got from the clerk at the cash. It was a little unusual to see somebody literally covered head to toe in fabric, but not too strange. However, my skin and hair would make me stand out like a beacon even in a fairly busy space port like the one we’d found, so it was cloak time for me. For a bi-pedal alien, I was fairly tall, and even hidden in the folds of the cloak, I was sure I still looked skinny as hell. The clerk tried to sneak a peek under the hood when she saw the colour of my bare hand as I grabbed for a coin that rolled across the counter. Black skin and hair with prismatic undertones were certainly not things normally seen around the galaxy, and people tended to not only want a better look at them but also remember them.
I was paranoid that even with the plain, hooded cloak Tyh had managed to dig up from somewhere, I’d still be remembered somehow, and that made me nervous as hell. All Phaedra needed was one tiny clue of where we’d been to end up hot on our trail again. I didn’t want to provide her with anything even remotely useful if it could be helped.
Tyh got us to a clinic after speaking to a few people on the street. The clinic was clean and seemed competent, and best of all, as long as you had the money, they couldn’t care less what you looked like, what you said your name was or why you wanted to be tested for whatever it was you were getting tested. I noticed that a lot of the people waiting seemed to be dressed somewhat the same in pretty skimpy clothes and mentioned it to Tyh. He gave me a look like he wondered why I was stating the obvious. When I stared blankly back at him, he laughed softly, and I caught waves of amusement from him.
“Shal-demsho, I asked a few prostitutes where the best clinic was. If anyone is going to know the best place to get tested quickly and anonymously for all manner of sexual diseases, it’ll be the local sex workers. I think they believe that you’re a client who doesn’t want to be recognized and that maybe you’re somebody famous or something.”
I gaped at Tyh. “What? They think—that I—that you—oh gods.”
I looked around the pleasant waiting room and caught more than one curious look trained on me and Tyh. I let my shields down a little and could feel the nosiness of a good majority of the people in the room, and it was all directed at me and Tyh. I hadn’t really noticed as when I went out in public, I generally had my shields up and running at full strength; otherwise, I’d end up curled into a little ball of psychosis as the emotions of everybody within a goodly radius smashed into me.
I think if I could’ve died of embarrassment, I would’ve.
I kept my head down and my shields tight after that. The tests were fairly quick and relatively painless. Thankfully, neither of us had anything contagious although the doctor wanted Tyh to get more tests done because of elevated levels of multiple chemicals associated with the brain. Tyh had waved the doctor off saying that it was a normal level for his people and quickly ushered us out of the clinic at that point. He’d rushed us onto the ship and taken off as soon as possible. When I asked about his hurry, Tyh said only Shal-hazal had levels that high without being either seriously psychotic or a manic depressive with violent paranoid episodes. A curious doctor poking around a database could put Phaedra on our trail if we didn’t get the fuck out of the area fast.
While Tyh was busy piloting us away from the planet, I went through our rather limited food selections and made something relatively decent but light. I doubted either of us was overly interested in food, but I thought it would be something of a mood killer to be running my hands over Tyh’s body and have my stomach start growling.
We ate an early supper and enjoyed quiet conversation. Tyh suggested watching a movie to let our stomachs relax. I was surprised when he chose a comedy and had dragged out the mattress and pillows from the room he’d first showed me and set them up on the floor near the large view screen in a comfy looking nest of softness. He reclined against the stack of pillows and blankets and opened his arms to me. I went willingly and settled comfortably against him, my hair flowing over the two of us.
I could very clearly feel his anticipation and excitement, but he kept everything strictly friendly and non-sexual as we watched the movie. There was a lot of contentment coming from him, too, and I could hear him purring very softly as he rubbed his hand back and forth over my hip. My heart did a funny little swoopy roll when he laced his fingers with mine at one point. When the movie ended, the nerves I expected to feel jump me never happened. I was relaxed and suddenly surer than ever that being with Tyh was the right thing.
Tyh twisted a little and kissed me softly on the lips. It was sweet and gentle, and I wanted more. I carded my fingers through his hair and held him to me as I returned his kiss. Arousal spiked sharply from Tyh, and his purring changed to a slightly lower frequency, taking a more—growly tone. The kiss became a little more demanding with just the barest hint of his fangs scraping lightly over my lips and his tongue pressing against the seam of my lips insisting on entrance. Excitement shot through me at that. I drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected move, and my cock started to harden. Much to my disappointment, Tyh pulled back.
“Sorry, Dak. I didn’t mean to do that,” he said. I saw his tail lash the air several times from the corner of my eye before he twisted it around his calf to still the movement.
“Why are you apologizing for something I liked?” I asked as I leaned close to him, my hair sliding around him and giving me tiny shots of pleasurable sensation.
“I—ummm— You liked me being a little aggressive?”
Threads of confusion twisted around Tyh’s emotions as well as cautious hope. I could easily read Tyh’s emotions, but I had no idea the underlying reasons he felt the things he did. Experience had me guessing fairly well at why people felt what they did, but I was more than a little puzzled by Tyh’s emotions towards me. What happened between us in the dream should’ve cemented the notion that I liked some of his more aggressive and dominating behaviour.
“Why wouldn’t I? I think it’s pretty sexy actually,” I said as I felt heat creeping into my cheeks from the admission. I continued on before I lost my nerve. “In case you forgot, I really liked what you did with me in the dream. Tying me up was the kinkiest, hottest thing I’ve ever had happen to me during sex. I’m not sure why being bound like that pushed my buttons like it did or why it felt so good when you dragged your claws over my skin and nipped me with your fangs. I just know that it did. What are you afraid will happen?”
“I’m terrified that I’ll hurt you or frighten you. I’m scared spitless that the voices will take me over when my guard is down and make me do painful things to you. They know they can’t kill you because I die when you do, but they can make you hurt. A lot. Some of them have extensive knowledge and skills on how to torture a person. Hell, I have some pretty scary knowledge on how to torture someone to get what I want out of them. They could keep you alive and in terrible pain for a very long time.”
“Okay, but I don’t see that happening, Tyh. I can protect myself from you if you start sliding a bit too far away from sanity. I know you’ll do anything to keep from hurting me, and I know you’d want me to do whatever I needed to in order to make the voices stop if they had control of you. No, I’m not one hundred percent safe with you right now, but I trust you to keep me safe, Tyh. I’m also not some delicate flower that’ll be crushed if you look at me sideways. I’m not saying punch me or maul me with your claws or whatever, but I can handle and apparently even get turned on by a little rough stuff. I never knew that about myself, but live and learn, right?”
A wave of love and awe swamped me. Tyh grabbed me in a tight hug that had me squeaking in surprised protest even as I damn near revelled mentally in the pleasure. Tyh kissed me hard and when he pulled back to check my reaction, the happiness on his face at seeing what I was sure was my pleasure in the move was amazing.
“I’m still going to let you have my ass for as long as you want it, but I’ve noticed that you seem a bit anxious at the idea of being the one in charge. Do you want me to take the lead?” Tyh’s voice was gentle, but anticipation was surging through his emotions.
I nodded my head in utter relief. It didn’t seem to matter how much stuff I read or how many videos I watched, I’d still been nervous about being the—top in our relationship. It felt awkward and maybe even a little unnatural to me. Tyh being the one guiding our encounter was better than fine in my books. I almost felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
“I know I should take my time and undress you slowly and seductively to make our first time together in reality special, but I just want you naked and aroused next to me.”
I laughed softly even as warmth curled through me, the last of the anxious feeling I’d had disappearing as if it had never been. I didn’t even have the barest shreds of nerves from the idea of Tyh seeing me completely naked, and I had always felt a little tense at the idea of others seeing me without my clothes. Sure, he’d seen me nude in the dream and for a few brief minutes after we’d woken up, but with Moswen present at the time, we hadn’t really had the opportunity to look our fill of each other.
“That’s perfectly fine by me,” I said with a shy smile. “There’s also the thing about the marks we seem to share that I’d like to get a better look at.”
Warmth rushed into my cheeks as soon as the words left my mouth when I remembered just where the mark on Tyh was. His eyes sparkled with humour, and he was up and shucking his clothes as the last words cleared my lips. One very positive thing I could say about Awh’anise clothing was that they were extremely easy to take off. Incredibly accessible was a good description for the wrap style pants and open vest, too. I wanted to giggle when it looked like my hair was helping him undress. My hair also moved over my clothes, loosening the buttons of my shirt, undoing my pants and pushing them to mid-thigh. My disrobing halted when Tyh stood in front of me gloriously nude and beautifully aroused.
“As a species, we’re not body conscious, and I don’t think there’s ever been a shy Awh’anise. At least, I’ve never met one. Touch me wherever you want, anytime you want, however you want. Everything I am is yours.”
I stared at Tyh, more than a little entranced by how he looked. He was beautiful in a sleekly dangerous way. I’d been able to see the majority of his body thanks to his clothing choices, but somehow, seeing him utterly nude highlighted just how gorgeously put together he was. He wasn’t a muscle-bound wall of flesh, but he certainly wasn’t a skinny guy like I was either. He had wonderful definition, and I swear it looked like you could’ve bounced coins off his abs. He slowly turned in place, showing off an ass that looked rock hard and that I wanted to grab and squeeze. I was fascinated by the place where his tail joined his body and had the strangest urge to nibble at the spot. I felt a little giddy in knowing that not only could I touch him anywhere I wanted but he’d also welcome my hands on him.
Tyh faced me again and turned his right leg slightly outward. The mark on the inside of Tyh’s upper thigh was as black as my skin, and I was willing to lay money down that his looked to be an exact duplicate of mine in size and the way the four diamond shapes were orientated. Looking at the mark had also put his cock in direct line of my eyes as the mark was a scant three inches away from his balls.
As silly as it sounded, I thought Tyh’s cock was a thing of elegant beauty. I’d seen cocks before in movies and pictures, but I’d never seen one up close in real life aside from my own. I’d never felt the desire to touch someone else’s before. I most certainly had never felt the need to rub my lips along the length of another man’s dick, and I had absolutely never wanted to lick a guy’s cock. But I wanted to do all that to Tyh’s. I wasn’t sure if it was the Lor’fei messing with me, the almost overwhelming arousal and excitement I could feel coming from Tyh even through my shields or if I was finally letting my own curiosity and arousal get the better of me. Perhaps it was a combination of all those things.
Truthfully, I didn’t care. Watching Tyh slowly stroke his cock made me lick my lips in anticipation. I wanted to lean forward and kiss the head, but I was a little too shy to do that just yet. His soft growls as my hair wound around his lower legs were arousing not to mention the way his skin felt against my hair. A shiver travelled over my body when he knelt facing me and pulled me flush to his body. I gasped in pleasure when our dicks rubbed together. He wrapped his hand around both of them, stroking them together slowly. The feel of his cock sliding against mine was so much more erotic than I thought it would be. Desire wound tighter in my belly, and I started to hope like hell that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by coming before I ever got my dick near Tyh’s ass.
“You probably can feel how excited I am, but I want you to know that if you want to stop at any time, just say the word, and it’ll happen. I want you to be sure and comfortable about having sex with me,” Tyh said in a firm voice, his lips brushing against the edge of my ear.
If I’d had any lingering doubts, Tyh’s words and the emotions attached to them would’ve put my mind at ease because he really meant them. I wasn’t about to stop though. I wanted what was to come almost as much as he did. I framed his face with my hands and kissed him, my tongue teasing the seam of his lips. He stilled for half a heartbeat before he growled low in his throat and opened his mouth under mine.
Although I’d instigated the kiss, with tongue no less, Tyh took charge like it’d been his idea from the beginning, and I adored that. His free hand settled on my ass, cupping it and pulling me just a bit tighter to his body. His tongue swept through my mouth, demanding and urgent for the briefest of moments before it retreated, and Tyh pulled back from me. I made a noise of protest and my hair wrapped tighter around him, refusing to let him withdraw. He grinned at me, and the hand that had been so nicely fondling my ass moved up to pluck at the shirt I was wearing.
“This will work so much better if you’re naked, too, Dak.”
I blinked stupidly at him for several seconds before I made an exasperated sound. My mind had skipped right over that tiny detail after being treated to the view of Tyh’s naked form. I hurried to shrug out of my shirt and wriggled the rest of the way out of my pants and underwear quickly. I shoved the tangle of clothes off the edge of the mattress, something I normally would never do. I usually carefully folded everything but found I had no patience for that this time. A wrinkled pair of pants and shirt was well worth the price of sex with Tyh.
“Do I get to see all of you, too?” Tyh asked with a little teasing and a heavy dose of lust in his voice.
I waited several seconds for an attack of nerves that never happened. My eyes widened a little in surprise. I felt perfectly natural to be nude in front of Tyh, just like in the dream. I stood and slowly turned in a circle, stopping when I felt the feather-light touch of Tyh’s fingers over the snow white mark on my lower back near my hip. My cock actually twitched with eagerness at the gentle strokes over the pattern.
“This is amazing, Dak. I swear that it’s the exact same as the one on my thigh,” Tyh said seconds before his lips lightly brushed over the mark. A soft sound of pleasure came from me when his tongue flicked over my skin.
His hand pushed gently against my hip, and I turned to face him again. I sucked in a sharp breath when he rubbed his cheek against my cock and pressed a soft kiss near my hip bone. My hands ended up buried in his hair when he started to plant kisses and little licks along the length of my cock. My knees actually wobbled when Tyh slid his lips over the head of my dick and sucked gently. I’d had blow jobs before, but nothing like what Tyh was doing.
I watched as my cock slid into his mouth, the warm, wet heat making my nipples tighten into hard little nubs. I wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, but I was still surprised when Tyh’s lips touched the base of my cock and he didn’t gag. If our positions were reversed, I know I would’ve. He looked up at me through his lashes and started bobbing his head slowly up and down. His hands cupped my ass, his fingers digging in ever so slightly and thrilling me down to my toes with the hint of roughness. A whimper of pleasure was forced past my lips when he started to purr, the vibrations on the head of my cock intensely good. The emotional things I was getting from him were just as good and maybe even a little more intense. His actions and feelings were feeding my arousal and drowning me in desire, and I revelled in it.
My hair caressed him and my eyes closed to slits at the erotic sensation. Even with my shields firmly in place, I could feel his intense desire and arousal. I wanted to drop my shields completely to experience everything but was afraid that the second I did that, our combined arousal would have me orgasming in his mouth. I moaned softly at how hot that mental image was and actually pushed him off my cock when I felt my balls pulling up, my release only moments away.
“Dak?” Tyh asked concern in his voice and resignation in his emotions.
“Real close to coming.” I panted lightly as I tried to calm myself down. I moved my hands from his hair and clenched them into fists at my sides as I tried to think unsexy thoughts to push away the orgasm that wanted to happen.
Tyh grinned at me, relief colouring his emotions heavily. “And that would be bad why?”
“Because you said I needed to—to—You said one of us needed to penetrate the other to complete the bond,” I said in a rush as my cheeks heated.
“Yeah, but there’s no limit on how many times you can come before you nail my ass, Dak.”
I could clearly feel his amusement, and that annoyed the hell out of me for some reason. Before I knew what I was doing, I punched him in the arm. Like a switch had been thrown, Tyh’s emotions went from amused, aroused and playful to aggressive, lustful and intensely focused in an eye blink. I only had time for a surprised squeak before I was on my back with Tyh straddling my hips and his tail wrapped tightly around my wrists. He growled at me and showed me a little fang in what I recognized as a dominance move as he leaned over me.
My arousal spiked hard, and I utterly relaxed under Tyh as a feeling of rightness settled over me. Tyh eyed me and nipped my throat hard. I moaned and shivered, my cock twitching against Tyh’s in excitement. A submissive tone in the lower registers undulated from my throat, and I desperately wanted to spread my legs for Tyh. Tyh growled at me again and ground his groin into mine. I pulled against the hold of his tail on my wrists, a thrill shooting through me when I couldn’t get free.
“Don’t challenge me, Dak. I may not look it, but I’m only barely in control here,” Tyh said in a low voice as he licked my throat before biting gently on my ear lobe.
I shivered and wriggled in delight under him. “But I like this. This feels right. Like how it’s supposed to be. I want to spread my legs for you.”
Tyh groaned, and I heard him mutter something in a language I didn’t understand. I felt his emotions roll and twist as lust, violence and domination combined. Instead of scaring me, the feelings I got from Tyh only aroused me more. I squirmed under him, not really trying to get free because I liked his domination but more to see what his reaction would be and if it would push my desire higher.
I was not disappointed.
Tyh hissed at me, and his eyes narrowed to slits. I felt the sharp prick of his talons against my chest, and he nipped my bottom lip hard before crushing his mouth to mine. I tasted the barest trace of blood and whimpered into Tyh’s mouth with excitement. Tyh growled back and rocked his hips against me. The level of lust coming from Tyh went through the roof, and a muffled giggle sounded in my throat when his tail tip fluttered madly against my nipple. Tyh pulled back from the rough kiss, breathing hard.
“I want you. Now,” Tyh said in a deep voice.
I nodded my head eagerly. “Yes, please.”
“I can’t have your ass right now without hurting you. We can start getting you used to anal later if that’s what you want, but in the meantime, you are going to do me fast and hard.”
Tyh reached under the stack of pillows behind me and pulled out one of the lubes that we’d bought. He wasted no time in opening it and squirting a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He capped the tube before tossing it to the side. He leaned back and wrapped his slicked hand around my cock, stroking the lube over my skin and making me arch my back from how good that felt. My hair twisted around Tyh, and he shivered as it slithered over the Risdepa on his arm.
He went up on his knees, my cock held firmly in his hand. I licked my lips in anticipation as he pressed the head against his hole. I watched his eyes intently and felt his arousal climb along with a strong wave of love directed at me. The urge to feel what he felt was overpowering, and I cautiously lowered my shields as Tyh slowly sank onto my cock.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, and I was almost gearing myself up to slam my shields back into place if it was too much for me to handle. Instead of being battered by emotions that weren’t mine, I was enveloped in the feelings of love, devotion and acceptance. Lust and more than a hint of insanity was there, too, but they didn’t hold a candle to the other things Tyh felt for me. I felt warmed from the inside out and like there was nothing that could ever hurt me as long as I had Tyh at my side.
Physically, the things I felt as I entered Tyh were mind blowing. The heat and tightness was incredible and different from sex with women. Once I was completely seated in Tyh’s ass, there was an almost ripple-like sensation that caressed my cock as Tyh groaned softly. I gasped, and my hips jerked up. Tyh swore in Awh’anise and wrapped his lube covered hand around his cock giving it a few firm strokes.
“Stars but you feel good inside me. I really wanted to stretch this out for both of us, but I can’t. I’m sorry, Dak, but I need to come. I swear I usually have much better control than this even with the voices harassing the crap out of me,” Tyh said as he started to rock back and forth on my cock, a lush purr sounding from him. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I knew you were my Lor’fei. I’ve been dreaming of it since you told me you’d complete the bond. The reality of you is better than anything I created in dreams.”
I smiled shyly, my cheeks warming at the heartfelt compliment. My hair caressed him, increasing the pleasure for both of us. The orgasm I’d managed to push off earlier built again, stronger than before. I seriously doubted I’d last more than a couple of minutes although I was going to try my best for Tyh’s pleasure.
“Don’t hold back on my account. I’m right on the edge, too. You almost had me coming when you were blowing me.”
Tyh grinned and moved his hips while stroking his cock. My hands were still bound by his tail, and I couldn’t really move my hips unless Tyh allowed it. That helpless sensation while Tyh was fucking himself on my cock was a total turn on, and my balls started to tingle. I wanted him to move faster at the same time that I liked the pace he was setting because it wasn’t what I wanted and proved that he was the one in command of our lovemaking. I could’ve used my hair to control how fast or slow he moved, but the illusion of being helplessnes to Tyh’s desires was intoxicating.
His arousal climbed, and his speed increased even as the tender feelings swirling through him rose. I felt his arousal peak and hold as he moved up and down my cock. I couldn’t help but divide my attention between the look of adoration in his face and the utterly erotic sight of him jerking himself off while he rode me. A wanting moan left me when I imagined our positions reversed, and my balls damn near ached with the need to come.
“For the love of god, please come, Dak. I can’t wait much longer.” Tyh panted as he moved faster over my dick and jerked himself harder. “I want to feel you shoot your load inside me.”
Tyh’s words and his need overwhelmed me, and I cried out as my orgasm rushed through me. Tyh ground out a yes and slammed his ass down, remaining motionless as my cock spurted inside him. I took ragged breaths as pleasure coursed through me from my orgasm and the sensation of fulfillment that washed from Tyh to me. His ass rippled over my sensitized cock, the feeling almost too good.
“Ve ony-mi, shu’anad,” Tyh said softly, adoration in his voice.
The love that Tyh directed at me was staggering, and I actually felt my eyes prickle with tears at being so utterly loved. I knew what he said in Awh’anise, thanks to him dumping his language into my head, but I thought I was still missing something in the translation based on the level of reverence behind the words. He gave his cock a few more quick strokes, and an eerie howl sounded from him as he shot his seed across my belly, chest and still bound hands. I was completely shocked at how erotic it felt and looked.
Tyh leaned down, his lips almost touching mine when he spoke. “Ve-yul’io. Xi’ soi-fu ony-mi zo xi’ ih’tes, Lor’fei.”
This time, I knew exactly what to say in response to Tyh. I knew I didn’t have to, but the same urges that had made me bully Tyh into going without condoms pushed me into saying the ancient formal words.
“Xi’ Lor’fei Tyhlian d’wal eayda.”
I clearly felt the shock in Tyh a half second before gratitude and an unbelievable amount of love rushed me from him. He kissed me tenderly, and his tail finally released my hands. He pulled back from the kiss and brushed his fingers over the tips of my ears. The riot of background emotions that I was used to feeling from Tyh ebbed even further away as he stared into my eyes.
“Thank you for that gift, shal-demsho. You didn’t have to say that you know. You completed the bond with me, and that was more than enough.” There was a little quaver in his voice from the strong emotions rolling through him, and I knew I’d done the right thing in replying as I had.
“It felt right to say it. I’ve been going with a lot of the urges I think the Lor’fei is making me feel because they seem right. I also wanted you to know that I was committed to this between us.”
“I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I’m one grateful bastard that you’re my Lor’fei. I swear by everything that I hold dear and sacred I will never make you regret saying those words to me. They might be only words to you, but they’re intensely meaningful to me. Very little could make me a happier man than I am right now.”
I smiled softly at Tyh, a contentment that I’d never felt before settling around me like a warm, favourite blanket. It wasn’t anything I was getting from Tyh, although his pleasure and sense of completion were a soft, comforting weight against my senses. If this was what happened with the completion of the Lor’fei bond, I was suddenly all for it.
A little quick introspection did make me feel like I’d finally found the thing I was searching for all my life but never realized it. I didn’t delude myself that all our problems were gone or that we’d never have any from this point forward. We had some rather big issues hanging over our heads, and I was worried about us both coming out of everything alive and Tyh sane. But for the time being, I was more than happy to simply bask in the good feelings I was sharing with Tyh.
Ve ony-mi, shu’anad: I’m yours, braid partner. Shu’anad (or braid partner) is a husband/wife. It is a permanent pairing and a form of very high respect. It is not something entered into casually, and only a small percentage of the population will formalize a pairing to this extent. Dissolving a braid partnership is rarely done.
Ve-yul’io. Xi’ soi-fu ony-mi zo xi’ ih’tes, Lor’fei.: I love you. My life is yours to my dying breath, Lor’fei. Formalized pledge from a Shal-hazal to his or her Lor’fei.
Xi’ Lor’fei d’wal eayda.: My Lor’fei until death. This is an ancient, formalized acceptance of a Shal-hazal Lor’fei by the partner. It is infrequently used in modern times and is as seen as being old-fashioned and traditional.
I honestly didn’t think I’d ever been happier in my entire life. Dak had completed the Lor’fei bond with me, and a lot of the tension and anxiety I’d felt disappeared like it had never been. Even the voices seemed better behaved, which I was eternally grateful for. But better behaved didn’t mean anything like how decent individuals acted.
“So when are you going to have his ass? You can’t have been satisfied with that fucking,” said Almon, one of the Awh’anise contracts in my head. “Yeah, it was great to finally get some cock after that wicked long dry spell but one time and that was it? What the fuck is that?”
I growled low and did my best to ignore Almon. As first times went, despite both Dak and me going off like rockets and being sweaty and sated in the end, it’d been over pretty damn quick. I hadn’t been at my best and had rushed Dak, my long abstinence not doing a thing for my staying power. Truthfully, I was a little embarrassed at how long I didn’t last. Fine, Dak had no complaints and seemed very satisfied, but that wasn’t the point. I was generally a much better lover, but I’d also never been that eager for a partner in my entire life.
After that first time, I was hard and ready to go again in under ten minutes, something that surprised the hell out of Dak. A second round hadn’t happened, much to my disappointment, but I was trying really hard not to push him for more than he was comfortable giving. My balls certainly weren’t appreciating my being considerate of Dak’s feelings, but I refused to jump him like a sex crazed animal even if that’s what I was starting to feel like.
Dak and I had a bit of a wrinkle in our new sex life that neither one of us had thought about. He was uncomfortable and maybe even anxious about topping me. I didn’t need to be an empath like Dak to know that. Since I was his first male lover, I was hoping that it was just first time jitters, but I didn’t think that was it. I was positive he knew I’d enjoyed myself because he was an empath, and the joy and pleasure I’d felt from finally completing the bond had been staggering.
I wanted to talk to him about his reluctance to top me, but that shyness I’d initially liked when it came to sex was starting to irritate me a little because I couldn’t get him to talk to me about our sex life. He’d get all flustered, which was cute, and then change the subject and refused to be steered back to the sex discussion, which was starting to piss me off. I couldn’t help him if he wouldn’t talk to me about the things we could do to make him more at ease.
“Maybe he didn’t like sex with a guy,” said Senwe, my resident murdering pedophile. “Or maybe you’re too old for him to really get excited over. I’ll bet he was thinking of some pretty little girl while he was doing you. God knows I had to imagine a nice little girl or boy anytime I had to get it up for my bitch of a wife.”
“Dak isn’t a sick fuck like you,” I snapped under my breath.
“He was uncomfortable because he was going to fuck a guy’s ass for the first time. You probably made it even worse for him when you came on him. He likely thought that was disgusting,” Balin said, certainty in his voice.
I gritted my teeth together and didn’t respond. I was pretty sure that wasn’t the case and that the voices were only trying to get a rise out of me.
“Nope, he liked his dick in Tyhlian’s ass once he got it there. Any idiot could see that. But I think that’s where your new fuck toy is gonna draw the line. He didn’t touch your cock at all and could barely look at it. I think all you’re gonna get is your ass ploughed and probably not all that frequently if the last couple of days are anything to go by. I’ll be shocked down to my tail tip if he ever touches your cock on purpose unless you make him,” said Kalere, the slave trader.
I pressed my lips into a thin line and tried not to put any stock in what any of the voices said. They obviously had an agenda, and I wasn’t about to play along. But it was very hard not to listen to what they said when there were kernels of truth in their words. The one that was really sticking in my mind was the remark about Dak not touching my cock or even really looking at it. At least I didn’t think he’d really looked at it. I’d been pretty focused on getting his dick into my ass, so I might’ve missed him staring at my cock, but I didn’t think so.
“I still say you should just pin him down and fuck him hard. He might be mad at first, but he’ll get over it. Hey, if you’re lucky, he’ll struggle, and you can really have some fun with him. You’d win any kind of fight and prove your dominance over him. Then you could have him anytime you wanted instead of playing this stupid waiting game like some whipped kit,” sneered Makadisa, another of the Awh’anise in my head.
That idea had a lot more appeal than I wanted it to, and the Awh’anise contracts in my head laughed and goaded me on. Dak probably didn’t realize that most Awh’anise had sex every day or every other day. Sure, I’d shown him typical Awh’anise behaviour in a dream, but there wasn’t a time frame quoted for how often we liked sex, just that we liked it a lot and had what was considered a high sex drive. How often you enjoyed sex was something you typically spoke to your partner about in the waking world. A little growl of frustration left my throat at my inability to corner Dak and talk about our sex life.
“I betcha the prissy bitch jes said it was good t’get ya off his cock. He did say he’d never fucked a guy before you came along. I’m glad yer not suckin’ an’ humpin’ each other’s brains out every day. Damn disgustin’ t’watch ifen yer askin’ me. He did what he said he would and finished that bond thing wit ya. Leave ‘em alone now. There’s a reason the goddess made yer hands long enough t’reach yer dick an’ it ain’t so ya ken write shit in the snow with piss,” said Zeki in disgust.
“Oh shut the hell up, Zeki. You wouldn’t know a hot scene if you were bitch slapped with it,” snorted Jawhar, the harem slave. “Don’t listen to him, Tyhlian. Your pretty boy just wants you to tell him what you want him to do. Go to him, shove him to his knees and tell him to suck you off. I guaran-fucking-tee that he’ll do it, and he’ll like it. He’ll appreciate you giving him nice clear directions on what you want. I abso-fucking-lutely know it.
“I’m telling you right now, that man couldn’t be more of a natural bottom if he tried. I can spot them across a darkened room with one eye closed. I bet you could go to him right now and tell him to strip, bend over and spread his ass for you and he’d do it with barely any hesitation. Oh, he might give you a questioning look at first, but all you’d need to do is repeat yourself in a firm voice, and he’d be offering you his ass before you could even get your pants undone. Try it. I dare you.”
I swallowed thickly. The image Jawhar dropped into my head of Dak bent over a table, his pants around his knees and holding his ass open for me, was far too erotic for my current state of mind and balls. I wanted to talk to Dak before I jumped him again even if it was my ass that would be the one getting done. I frowned a little when I thought that wanting to talk to Dak first before riding his cock again was more a—well, because it’s the polite thing to do kind of deal than actually wanting to talk to him about sex before we had sex again. I knew we needed to talk, but I also really wanted him to fuck me again.
It might not seem like a long time for him, but it’d been four days since the bond was completed, and the most intimate we’d been had been when we went to bed. I wore a pair of sleep pants, and he still wore pyjamas of some kind but I really wished we were both naked, however I also wanted him comfortable with me and our relationship, so I bit my tongue and didn’t ask for the more I was dying for. He’d already granted me more than I’d dreamed when he’d said the ancient words of acceptance to me. I should be happy with that, but I was apparently a greedy bastard and wanted so much more with him.
“Go and tell him right now that you want him to suck you off. I’m telling you, he’ll do it,” Jawhar persisted. “I swear by the name of Fornus, the patron god of sex slaves, that I’m telling you the absolute truth. I was born a sex slave. I was sucking cock and licking slit at a pro level by the time I was ten. I can tell a top from a bottom in less time than it takes you to draw a breath just by standing near a person. My life sometimes depended on knowing which way somebody fell, and I’ve never been wrong.”
“Why would you try and help me?” I asked suspiciously. “You’ve always been one of the bigger pains in my ass.”
“Because you’re a very strong top, and he’s an utter bottom and the sex between the two of you is pretty fucking amazing already and going to be spectacular once you both acknowledge what roles make you happiest. Once that happens, I get to have all kinds of my jollies met every time you fuck him. That’s my angle. I want to watch you fuck each other’s brains out. I’m a sex slave, and I really, really liked my job before you killed me. Being stuck in the head of one of the horniest species I’ve ever met but not getting any thrills because you aren’t fucking anything that moves both sucks and blows at the same time, and not in any fun way I can appreciate.”
I wanted to laugh at the sulky tone in Jawhar’s voice but smothered it. Experience taught me that it was never wise to antagonize the voices. It was especially unwise when I wasn’t on relatively solid mental ground. My frustration and anxiety over the sex that wasn’t happening with Dak was making me volatile enough without adding a ticked off personality trying to get even to the crazy mix in my head.
I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of any of the voices watching me and Dak have sex, but unless I wanted to try and lock them all down every time we were intimate, I’d just have to deal with the fact that the ones who wanted to watch would and there’d be little I could realistically do about it. It wasn’t worth the mental effort to shut them down, and I had some doubts I’d be able to jail them all and still enjoy sex with Dak. He’d probably be able to tell that my attention was divided, too. While I was still learning things about Dak, I was damn certain that he wouldn’t stand for my being distracted when we had sex. Jawhar could very well be right about Dak being a total bottom, but Dak could be incredibly unmovable when he wanted something.
Once I started thinking about what Jawhar claimed Dak was, I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it. I poked around in Jawhar’s memories a little and discovered that he was indeed telling the truth about his instant knowledge of what role a person liked in bed. He’d worked in a public house for several years before catching the eye of a stupidly rich patron and being sold to him. He seemed to have a knack for sizing up his customers in seconds and gave them what they needed without the customer voicing their preferences. He’d actually been very good at his job, and it was only his smart mouth that consistently got him into trouble. Through all his memories, he had never been wrong about what position a client wanted. Based on what I saw in Jawhar’s head, the odds were better than excellent that he was right about Dak’s leanings, too, and that excited the hell out of me because I found submissive partners extremely erotic.
Without my realizing it, I was suddenly standing in front of Dak where he sat reading a data pad in the galley. I didn’t remember leaving the cockpit, and a tiny icy finger of unease slipped down my spine. He looked up at me with a question in his eyes. His hair reached out and teased along my ankles and calves, inching its way up my legs in an erotic slide. I stared at him, entranced by the subtle swirl of colours in his rainbow eyes and the ridiculously long, soot black lashes rimming them. A sudden image of him looking up at me through those lashes, my cock stuffed in his mouth, caused a possessive growl to vibrate in my throat.
“Tyh?” Dak asked softly as he lightly rested his free hand against my breastbone.
“Suck me,” I demanded in a low voice as I pulled aside the edge of my wrap pants exposing my erect cock. I couldn’t believe that I’d just said that to him.
His eyes widened in surprise, and his hair tightened around my legs briefly before loosening and slithering quickly up my thighs to caress my balls. I bared my fangs and hissed with pleasure at the delicate touch. I inhaled and smelled the beginnings of arousal from Dak. He licked his lips and looked between my face and my cock. My free hand cupped the back of his head and drew his head forward without any resistance on his part. I stopped pulling him toward me when his lips were almost touching my cock. He tilted his head up, and the excitement and trust in his eyes made me growl again.
The data pad clattered to the floor, and Dak’s other hand joined the first on my chest. For a split second, I thought he was going to push me away, and panic swamped me at possibly scaring him off with my aggressive actions. My tail came up and captured his wrists before he could shove against my chest to get away. As soon as my tail wrapped around his wrists, a needy little moan sounded from him, and the scent of his arousal spiked hard. My hips jerked forward, and the head of my cock pressed lightly against his mouth. He gasped and licked his lips, his tongue teasing over my dick in a quick, slick line. His hands curled into fists, but he made no attempt to try and get free. If anything, he actually seemed to lean into me. His hair wrapped snuggly around my balls and teased over my ass.
“Told you he’d like it if you demanded he blow you. Seems like he likes being tied up, too. He’s going to be so much fun to play with. Just remember that this is his first time giving a blow job, so go easy on him. Gently guide him and praise him, and you’ll soon have him approaching you asking if he can please suck your cock. Just don’t come in his mouth the first time. That’d be too much, and you can always train him to swallow later,” said Jawhar, his anticipation almost as strong as mine.
I didn’t like that Jawhar somehow manipulated me into telling Dak to suck my cock, but I’d be a stone-cold liar if I said that I was unhappy with the position Dak and I were in. I hated it when the voices were right, but I’d be a complete fool to back away from the situation right now. Not to mention Dak was aroused and seemed to actually want to get his lips around my cock. I also found it erotic as hell that he was getting off on my holding him and demanding he suck me off.
“I’ve never done this before, Tyh. What if I do something and you don’t like it?” Dak asked in a soft voice made breathless from anticipation and nervousness.
“Tell him you’ll beat him if he doesn’t do a good job. Nothing like a little fear to motivate a slave to give it his all,” said Kalere with a malicious sounding chuckle.
“And you are the exact reason that so many slaves are terrified little animals that are all but useless. Ignore her, Tyhlian,” said Jawhar with disgust in his voice. “You need to gently but firmly teach him what you like. Tell him you want him to lick like this and stroke like that. When he does it right, praise him. I’ve helped train lots of slaves this way and, you will get a sublime slave who only wants to please you if you do it my way. I swear on Fornus’s ever hard cock, you won’t regret doing it the way I tell you. If I’m wrong, I swear I won’t say another word for an entire month.”
“I don’t want Dak as my slave. I want him as my partner. An equal partner,” I said as I rubbed my cock across Dak’s bottom lip, entranced by the shiny trail of pre-come I smeared over his lips.
Jawhar snorted with derision. “Please. I know what goes on in your brain. You want him as your sex slave in the bedroom. You want to do all kinds of nasty, kinky, depraved things with him. That’s great, and I’m all for it. And I do know that you love him with every fibre of your being and want to treat him like the gift from the gods that you see him to be. Loving someone that intensely is awesome, too. I’m trying to tell you that you don’t have to have one or the other. To have him as your sex slave and as a strong equal partner are not mutually exclusive things.”
Whatever I’d thought Jawhar was going to say was so far from what came out of his mouth that I was stunned. It’d never occurred to me that a sex slave would have any insights that would be even remotely useful to me.
Jawhar snorted. “Shows what you know.”
The low, undulating tone I loved sounded from Dak, and the erotic touch of his hair shifted to one of soothing and calming. Worry was in his eyes when I looked down at him. I still forgot at times that he was an empath and could feel the riot of emotions from me and the voices in my head. He said he had shields to protect himself from others’ emotions but that my feelings tended to wriggle under those shields. I drew in a calming breath and let it out slowly deciding to throw caution to the wind and follow Jawhar’s advice. It sounded pretty good, and if things didn’t turn out the way he said they would, I’d have blessed silence from him for an entire month. That was a win/win situation in my book.
“I will love pretty much anything you do, Dak. I’ve created elaborate dreams with you sucking my cock or licking my balls. I’m damn near a god in the dream world, but I’m sure that it’ll feel a thousand times better to have you really doing any of that.”
Dak gave me a shy smile and completely shocked me when he softly kissed the head of my cock. I thought it was a miracle I didn’t come right then and there. I heard Jawhar snicker but ignored him and the rest of the voices as best as I could to focus completely on Dak and the pleasure we were going to give each other.
“Tell him what you want him to do and praise him when he does it. Do it, and I swear to Fornus, he’ll blow your cock and your mind. I’ll shut up now and just enjoy watching a virgin blow job,” Jawhar said, his voice fading away as he moved to the back of my mind, herding the rest of the voices along with him.
I gripped the base of my cock with one hand and kept my other cupped at the back of Dak’s head. I rubbed the head of my cock over Dak’s slightly parted lips again, and my tail tip brushed over the backs of his bound hands. He looked at me with anticipation, and the scent of his arousal rose.
“Open your mouth, Dak,” I demanded in a low voice.
He obediently did what I told him to, and a thrill shot down my spine. I eased the head of my cock between his lips and growled a tiny bit at not only how good it felt but how erotic it looked to have my dick in his mouth. It was worlds better to see in reality than in dreams.
“Move your tongue over it like you’re licking something you really like.”
The hesitant swipe of his tongue over my cock head felt amazing and made my tail tip puff up and twitch wildly before I could stop it. Dak hummed his approval, and his hair lightly squeezed my balls. My claws slid out from their sheaths and pierced the skin at my groin near the base of my cock. Dak whimpered in pain when I dug them into his skin, but the smell of his arousal also doubled. His hair twisted around my fingers and pulled them a little away from his skull. He didn’t move them far, just enough to keep my claws from breaking his skin but still close enough to feel the pressure of my claw tips. Having his mouth on me scrambled my thoughts, and I had to really concentrate to remember that I was supposed to praise him for doing what I’d told him to.
“Very good, Dak. Now take more of my cock into your mouth. Don’t try to get the whole thing in or you’ll choke. Take what you can.”
Dak’s lips slipped to almost the halfway point of my cock before he stopped. He looked up at me through his long lashes for approval, and it was even hotter than the look I’d created in the dream world. I had to bite my bottom lip hard to keep from aggressively fucking his mouth and shooting my load down his throat. I swallowed hard and hoped I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt when I spoke.
“Start bobbing your head slowly up and down. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop. Understand?” I asked in a low voice.
Dak nodded, and a soft, needy moan wound from his throat. Some of his hair slithered around his body and the scent of his arousal grew. I guessed that he was using his hair to stroke himself, and my breathing quickened at the erotic mental image. He pulled back until just the head was in his mouth before swallowing me down again with almost agonizing slowness. His tongue rubbed along the underside of my cock, and the gentle scrape of his teeth along my length was a perfect bit of roughness that I loved. His fingers had unclenched, and his short nails were digging lightly into my chest. His hair was wrapped tight around my balls, and they throbbed a little with the restriction. I liked the subtle ache as well as the unintentional help he was giving me to keep from coming.
“That feels amazing, shal-demsho. Suck on the head a little and then bob your head faster. If I wasn’t so damned excited by what you’re doing, I’d suggest a mutual blow job, but I don’t think I can last much longer. I’m damn sure that if I got my mouth around your cock, I’d be done and coming down your throat.”
Dak moaned, and the smell of his arousal was thick in my nose. Sweat sheened his skin, and he tugged fruitlessly on his hands. His struggle to get free was enticing, and I growled at him, fang showing. I gripped the back of his head and started to pump my hips in a quicker rhythm than Dak had been moving. I was careful but used a little force on him.
“I’ll let you go when I’m done and not before,” I snarled at him as my tail tightened the hold on his wrists.
Dak’s eyes went wide, and I hissed in a combination of surprise and pleasure when his short nails broke the skin on my chest. He stiffened, his lashes fluttered closed, and then he groaned before sagging, the hold I had on his wrists all that kept him from falling into a heap at my feet. His hair fell away from my body, and my cock popped free of his mouth. The scent of his release hit my nose, and I was done.
I hissed as I came hard, my come splattering over his cheek and lips. The gorgeous, undulating low tone I loved to hear came from Dak, and a purr started up in my chest in response. Dak raised dazed eyes to my face, and I felt like every molecule of air was sucked out of my lungs at the sight of him. His lips were slightly puffy, and he was breathing hard. I’d never seen anything even half as erotic as Dak on his knees, his hair pooled around him and the stark contrast of my white come on his midnight skin. I groaned softly as I released his hands, sank to my knees and started to lick my seed off his face and lips. He made a small noise of surprise at my actions but didn’t try and stop me.
“Stars, but that was amazing, Dak. I didn’t mean to come on your face like that. I’m so sorry. That was rude as hell,” I said between swipes of my tongue. “But when you came, I just—lost it.”
Dak’s cheeks felt very warm under my fingers, and I thought he might be blushing. I kissed him gently and barely resisted sliding my tongue into his mouth. I doubted he was ready to taste my come even if I thought it would be hotter than hot if he did. Dak’s hair slithered over my legs and wrapped lightly around my chest, the sensual slide making me shiver with pleasure. When I drew back from the kiss, Dak murmured a protest and draped his arms over my shoulders while resting his forehead against mine.
“That was—I really liked that, Tyh. I liked you telling me what you wanted me to do. It felt—right,” Dak said with a contented sigh.
“Talk to him now. You’ll never have a better chance,” Jawhar whispered.
Once again, I found myself agreeing with what one of the voices said, and that scared me more than a little. I’d agreed with one of the voices more in the past hour than I had in several weeks combined. It made me briefly wonder if I was sliding even faster into insanity because everything suddenly sounded so damn reasonable and logical. Jawhar snorted softly and gave me a mental shove.
“It sounds like a good idea because it is a good idea. I want some sexy times action and the only way that’ll happen is if you have this talk with him. So get talking,” Jawhar said with another, harder mental shove.
While I almost refused to do what Jawhar said out of stubbornness, spite and a heaping dose of fear that I was letting myself be seduced by the voices, he was right. I kissed Dak briefly and pulled back to look at his face.
“Dak, we really need to talk about sex. No, don’t start to pull away and go all shy on me,” I said as he drew his arms away from my neck and clasped his hands in his lap. “You just had my cock in your mouth and my come on your face. I think we’re a little past the point where you should be ducking your head in embarrassment.”
I winced a little when I heard a high pitched, distressed sound at the very upper edges of my hearing. I hated to upset him, but we really did need to talk at least a little about our sex life together. Dak’s posture said he’d rather be anywhere else, but his hair, interestingly enough, was moving over both of us in caresses that weren’t all that far off from being sexual in nature. His mind might be telling him to feel embarrassed, but his hair was of a different opinion it seemed.
“My people don’t discuss sex. Ever,” Dak said in a low voice as he stared at a point somewhere around my collarbone. “I—It’s—I’ve never—We just don’t.”
“Okay, but my people do, and we tend to have pretty healthy relationships because of that. We need to talk about not only what we’d both like in the bedroom but also the frequency of that bedroom action. I’m not saying set rules and specific times because that’s a bit of a mood killer, but I don’t think you quite grasped how important sex is to an Awh’anise despite what I showed you in the dream world.”
Dak wouldn’t look me in the eye and was slowly tensing up. I knew he was only seconds from bolting away. If he ran, I doubted I’d be able to get him to talk to me about our sex life unless I caught him off guard again.
“Oh for fucks sake! Pull him into your arms with his back against your chest and hold him gently but firmly. He’ll feel more comfortable if he doesn’t have to stare directly into your face. Do I have to run this whole thing for you so you get it right?” Jawhar asked in an exasperated tone.
I hissed low in annoyance but did what Jawhar said because I was willing to try anything to get Dak to talk to me. I twisted quickly around Dak, pulled him tight to my chest and sat on the floor with my back against the cabinets, dragging him into a seated position between my thighs. Dak squeaked in surprise and was stiff in my arms for a few seconds before he relaxed with a little sigh. His hair flowed over us and firmly tangled us together, which I took as a positive sign. I rubbed my cheek against his, and a contented purr started back up in my chest. Dak rested a hand on the Risdepa on my arm, his fingers stroking back and forth, sending pleasure shivers over my body and making my cock take notice. Dak gasped softly in surprise when he felt my cock firm against the crack of his ass.
“Yes, the reaction you’re feeling is pretty typical for an Awh’anise, but my refraction time seems to be faster than normal probably because you’re my Lor’fei. I’m not sure if that’s a permanent thing or if it’s because the bond is so new. I wouldn’t be very surprised if it was a permanent thing as I find everything about you erotic and I’m halfway hard most of the time when you’re around me. To hold you close like this is—It’s one of the best things in my world right now.”
Dak’s cheek felt warm against my own again, and his hair fluttered at the tips. A tiny smile twitched up my lips and I thought that I might’ve just discovered a way to tell when Dak blushed. I was going to need to pay a lot closer attention to the actions of his hair than I had been.
“Your average Awh’anise, myself included, typically has sex at least every other day and often more frequently than that. As a species, our sex drive is stupidly high. That’s not usually a problem with other Awh’anise, but other species kind of end up looking at us like sex crazed maniacs. We’re not. We view sex as more than just a way to pleasure. Sex is also about creating and strengthening bonds of all kinds and asserting dominance. Because you’re not Awh’anise, I am trying to curb some of my desires to accommodate you. But I have to admit that I’m not going to be very happy if we don’t have sex more frequently than once or twice a week.”
Dak licked his lips and the ends of his hair fluttered again over the tops of my feet. He drew in a deep breath and seemed to be marshalling himself to say something. His fingers tightened on my arms, and I pulled him a little more snugly to my chest offering wordless support.
“How frequently and what counts as sex for you?” Dak asked in that dead-sexy negotiator’s voice he had.
“The blow job you gave me was sex. Jerking each other off is sex. Frottage is sex. Basically, anything that gets us off is sex to me. As for how often—We’ll need to figure out what works for us. There’s no minimum rule, Dak, but I love you, and I want to have sex with you as often as I can get away with. However often you want to be intimate with me is fantastic in my books. I’m just hoping that it’s really, really often.”
Dak laughed, and his entire body relaxed completely into mine. He stroked his fingers over my arm tracing the pattern of knots the Risdepa was tied in. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, so I stayed quiet and waited and tried very hard not to grind my erection into his ass.
“I can feel your arousal fairly strongly even through my shields. When that gets added to my own feelings, it’s pretty intense. I’ve never had that happen before, and I’m currently blaming that on the Lor’fei. While I remembered you showing me that your people are very sexual, I thought you’d think I was some kind of—I don’t know, deviant because I really wanted to touch you all the time and all over and....” Dak paused again and nibbled on his bottom lip before speaking in a rush of words.
“The first time I saw you naked for real, I wanted to nibble on the spot where your tail joins your body. I really wanted to kiss and lick your cock, too, and I’ve never thought about doing that before even though I was curious about sex with a man. I want to know what every inch of you feels like, and I want you to guide me in learning your body and what gives you pleasure.”
He couldn’t have stunned me more if he’d tried. I groaned softly, and my tail thumped the floor several times in excitement. Just when I thought I knew all the reasons for Dak being the perfect person to be my Lor’fei, he threw something new and amazing into the mix. While any guy really liked having his dick sucked, playing with an Awh’anise’s tail at or near the base was about as erotic as things got for us, and Dak was telling me he wanted to put his mouth there. My hips ignored what my brain was telling them not to do and thrust a few time against Dak’s ass before I could stop myself.
“Tyh?” Dak asked in a wanting tone as he pressed his ass back against my cock. “You really, really like that idea? I could do that for you now if you want.”
“Stars, Dak, you’re trying to kill me with lust aren’t you? I’d absolutely love that idea. Playing with my tail like you described—Shal-demsho, you can make me come from doing only that and not even going anywhere near my cock. The base of my tail is very sensitive to erotic touches. I would be beside myself in pleasure if you would do that to me.”
“Really? I’ll keep that in mind then,” Dak said in a pleased tone that shot excitement down my spine and straight into my balls. “Tyh, can I ask you something?”
“Absolutely anything, xi’ vre’coo shal.”
“I know you said I can do you until I feel comfortable and am ready for you to do me, but—” Dak hesitated and went silent for so long that I thought he’d changed his mind about whatever he was going to say before he spoke again. “I like it a whole lot better when you’re telling me what to do, so I’d like it if you’d keep things that way for me. It makes me feel a lot more comfortable and relaxed. I’d also really like it if we— if you— if you started getting me ready for sex. Doing whatever you need to with my ass so I can have you inside me. I really did enjoy you riding me, but after you did me the first time in the dream and comparing the two experiences, I liked what happened in the dream much better. It felt right and like that was the way things were supposed to be.
“When we were in my hotel room and you— you had your finger— inside me, that felt incredible. And so very right. I really liked the sensation of you just doing things to me. Pushing the pleasure on me and not letting me stop you even though I knew I could. That was very, very hot, and I honestly had no idea I’d like that sort of thing, but apparently I do. Or maybe it’s just with you because I’ve never really wanted somebody to take charge of me like I want you to do.”
I dug my claws into my arm, the sharp pain assuring me that no, I was not dreaming the conversation I was having with Dak. While I knew that he seemed more comfortable with my leading the way in the bedroom, I never thought he’d actually ask me to top him all the time or that he’d decide that based on a dream experience. I got a smug “Told you so,” from Jawhar and mentally grunted at him. I also never thought Dak would be the one to instigate my playing with his ass to get him prepared to take my cock. I thought I’d have to introduce it slowly to our foreplay to get him used to the idea. I also said a grudging mental thank you to Jawhar for somehow slipping a few sex toys into the basket. Those would come in pretty handy for introducing Dak to things pumping his ass.
“Anything you want that is within my power to give you is yours, Dak. It’ll be my absolute pleasure to introduce you to the joys of anal sex,” I said before turning his head to kiss him.
He was soft and pliant in my arms and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He hummed his pleasure, and his tongue played with mine. His lashes fluttered closed, and he let me do whatever I wanted to his mouth. I kissed him gently as well as roughly, and he responded beautifully to both. I bit his bottom lip lightly and completely dominated his mouth with mine, and all the while, he made low sounds of delight. The position he was in couldn’t have been comfortable with his head twisted around, but he didn’t make so much as a peep of protest and actually seemed to enjoy the odd angle that left his mouth completely at my mercy. When I pulled back, his lips were puffy, and his gorgeous eyes almost hypnotizing from the arousal swirling in them.
“Good lord, that was hot, Tyh. I like kissing you. A lot. I’d very much like it if we did a lot more of it,” he said a little breathlessly.
“Then we will. I adore kissing you. If you want to keep on kissing, we need to move to someplace a hell of a lot more comfortable than the hard floor of the galley. I think my ass has gone totally numb.”
Dak snickered and somehow wriggled out of my loose hold to stand in front of me. He was absolutely stunning with his clothes disheveled, his lips kiss swollen and his cock tenting his pants. He suddenly wrinkled his nose and looked down at his pants with an expression of mild disgust as he plucked delicately at the damp fabric.
“I need to change my pants. They’re all sticky and gross. It was super cool that you made me come just from blowing you, but coming in my pants is made of ick.”
I laughed and rose up on my knees, my arms circling his waist and my face pressing into the wet spot at his crotch. The smell of his release almost made me dizzy with want, and I licked him through his pants. He moaned, and his hands tangled in my hair. I could just barely taste him through the fabric of his pants, but it was enough to make me want more. I mouthed the outline of his cock, making the wet spot on his pants larger. Dak gasped, and his hips jerked as his hair brazenly felt me up. I grinned, stood and grabbed his hand to drag him back to our room and the decently comfy bed there.
We still had some things to talk through about our sex life. I’d been pushing off my upcoming breeding cycle with plants native to Awh’an, but I was nearly out of them. I was sure an Awh’anise breeding cycle was going to be one hell of an eye opener for Dak, but at least we’d gotten a start on talking about our sex life. I was confident that every conversation we had would be easier than the next. I’d have to tell him about my upcoming breeding cycle within the next few days and what he could expect from me. Dropping something like that onto a person with no warning would be cruel in the extreme.
I also knew my time with Dak was likely very limited, and that hurt like hell. But I intended to squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of what I did have with him. I was also determined to shower him with every bit of love I had. I wanted him to know how special he was and how much he was not only adored but loved. Maybe, just maybe, if the gods had any pity on me at all, before my Hunter caught up with us again, Dak would be able to tell me he loved me, too.
A guy could dream after all.
Xi’ vre’coo shal: soulkeeper of my dreams. Highly possessive form of the phrase. Deep affection used exclusively by Shal-hazal and Vi’deshroon.
Tyh and I were enjoying sex more often since our little talk in the galley after he surprised me by demanding I blow him. That quasi-forced sex had been an exceptionally hot experience, and I couldn’t believe how much I’d gotten off on Tyh ordering me to suck his dick. It was so erotic to me that I came in my pants without him even touching my cock. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d not only like the illusion of being forced to perform sexually but that it’d be something I hoped he’d do again. Despite an increase in how often we were intimate, I could clearly feel the level of lust in Tyh rising daily. It was flattering but confusing, too. I could feel anxiety swirling through him, and I think he wanted to tell me something but was trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject without freaking me out or scaring me.
I walked into the cockpit, and Tyh’s eyes immediately sought me out. He stared hard at me for several seconds, and I felt the level of his arousal jump sharply as well as anxiety twist through his emotions. He actually licked his lips, and a tiny, very low growl sounded from him. I crossed my arms over my chest and pinned him with a look that plainly said explain yourself. Tyh’s eyes widened, and he jerked his gaze away from me.
Something was definitely up with Tyh, and I intended to get to the bottom of it.
“You have something to tell me, and I’m guessing it has to do with the level of your arousal that I can feel increasing daily. I know it’s more than you just having a high sex drive because I didn’t feel the same sort of escalating thing when we weren’t yet... intimate. Whatever it is, it’s making you feel anxious, too. Start talking, Tyh.”
He sighed and dragged a hand over his face. He gestured to the co-pilot’s seat, and I sat. He pressed some buttons, toggled a few switches, a beep sounded, and a message popped up on the screen asking for confirmation for turning the auto-pilot on. Tyh clicked something, and the auto-pilot turned green and stayed on the screen. He swivelled his chair to face me and rested his hands on the armrests. He looked relaxed, but his emotions had threads of nervousness winding through him.
My hair, traitor that it was, slithered across the space that separated us and wrapped around his ankle. It was almost impossible to maintain a stern negotiator’s face when my hair betrayed me at every opportunity and felt Tyh up almost constantly. Granted, we both liked the sensation of my hair sliding over his skin, but that was beside the point. I was trying to have a serious conversation with him, and groping him while doing that was all kinds of counter-productive.
“Okay, you know the Awh’anise have a stupidly high sex drive. We’re also pretty closely connected to our animal ancestors. The working theory for that is that because we were drop kicked up the evolutionary time line by the Fire Snakes, we never had the opportunity to breed some of the more animalistic aspects out of us over generations. We still have breeding cycles.”
“Every species has periods when they’re more fertile, Tyh. That’s not exactly ground breaking news. Laiokian females typically are at the peak of their fertility every forty days or so. I’ve also heard of some species’ females that are only fertile at a specific time of the year.”
“And that’s where the Awh’anise are a little different. Everybody, regardless of being male or female, goes through a roughly two week breeding cycle four times a year. That’s the only time an Awh’anise female can become pregnant. Well, not exactly the only time, but close enough to not really matter in our modern society. A male not in a breeding cycle has his fertility cut by roughly two thirds, and thanks to modern science, we’ve discovered that our sperm dies really fast outside the body. Artificial insemination doesn’t work well with us because the window of opportunity while the sperm is still viable is too small even if the sample is collected during a cycle.”
“Okay, I don’t really see a problem with anything you’ve just told me. Your fertility or lack of isn’t exactly an issue for us. We’re both men, and neither one of us can become pregnant. I don’t understand the importance of this breeding cycle of yours or why you think it’s relevant to us.”
Tyh sighed softly, and I felt tiny threads of nervousness from him. I wasn’t sure why he’d feel nervous and waited patiently for him to continue.
“Whether you’re male or female, an Awh’anise breeding cycle is exhausting and often violent. Typically, a fight will happen to decide who gets to top if it’s two males. Or what male will mount a female if she’s the one in cycle and more than one male wants to fuck her. Not that the female has to accept the winner of the fight. A female and a male may also fight before sex. Fighting is.... We look at it as foreplay in general and when a cycle is involved, it can get pretty damn violent.
“All we do during a cycle is eat, sleep and fuck, and the first two things are sort of optional. It might sound kinky cool at first, but fucking or being fucked every couple of hours for up to two weeks really loses its luster damn fast. We’ve learned to either stick to Awh’anise partners or a species that’s pretty sturdy as once we select the person we want for the cycle, it rarely changes. With us being Lor’fei partners, it can’t be anyone else for me. I can’t get or maintain an erection for somebody else.”
“Excuse me? You’re saying you only get hard for me? I know you love me, but that’s a little hard to believe, Tyhlian,” I said with a little disbelieving snort.
“Absolute truth, Dak. When Moswen popped in on us, I had his very nice ass wiggling in my lap and nothing happened. I still think he’s beautiful, and I know he’s a good, fun fuck, but there wasn’t even a twinge of interest. Not even when he kissed me in a way that was obviously sexual.”
My eyes widened in surprise. I knew from the information Tyh showed me in a dream that his people saw nothing wrong with incest, but I hadn’t made the mental connection that Tyh had probably enjoyed a sexual relationship with his siblings. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. What happened in his past was the past and couldn’t be changed. But it was still a little weird to think about him fucking Moswen or any of his other siblings. I gave my head a mental shake and got myself back on track about the cycle thing he was trying to explain.
“Exhausting and violent? Please expand on that.” I was intensely curious and, if I was being one hundred percent honest, a little aroused at the idea of some aggression before being screwed into oblivion.
“Aside from the initial fight that may or may not happen, the sex often gets rough because the one in cycle is so wound up. That’s actually seen as a benefit to most Awh’anise by the way. Slashes that require stitches or even broken bones are not uncommon. I’ve had my arm busted during the initial dominance fight and didn’t get it set for a couple of days because I didn’t really register it in my lust haze. The pain tolerance and healing speed of an Awh’anise is crazy high and fast.
“The first four to five days are usually the most intense, and I honest to gods was not kidding when I said that eating and sleeping are kinda optional. The very first day is typically the roughest, and you’re probably lucky if you get an hour’s rest between rounds. Even if you’re used to a lot of anal sex, your ass is going to be pretty tender after the first day.”
I stared at Tyh with wide eyes. On the one hand, I was nervous as hell at the idea of Tyh fucking me senseless several times a day for two weeks. On the other hand, that highly perverse part of me that I had no idea existed before meeting Tyh loved the idea of having no choice in whether I spread my legs for him or not. I actually squirmed a little in my seat as my cock perked up at the thought of Tyh demanding I bend for him and making me do it if I tried to refuse. Tyh’s nostrils flared and I heard a low growl from him. I knew he could smell my beginning arousal and instead of making me feel embarrassed, I liked that he could smell it and that the scent of my arousal made his lust shoot up.
Good lord, but I was a closet kink of the highest magnitude, and I wondered what other wicked revelations would be coming my way the longer I was with Tyhlian.
“When does this breeding cycle of yours start, and don’t you think you should step up the schedule of getting me used to having things in my ass?” I asked, my voice turning husky in anticipation.
Tyh stared at me like I’d completely lost my mind and not heard a word he said. Cautious hope twisted into his feelings of arousal, but none of that showed on his face or in his body language. I enjoyed sex with Tyh, and it felt really good to have my cock buried in him, but I simply couldn’t shake the idea that the most pleasurable position for both of us was him having my ass. I actually felt far more excited by the idea of him doing me than me doing him.
“I should’ve started my cycle a couple of months ago, but I’ve been using herbs native to Awh’an to suppress it. I’m almost out of them and I’m sure you can understand why I can’t go back and get more. If I stop taking them, my cycle will probably start up in a few days. If I continue to take what I have, I figure I have roughly a month before my cycle starts. I’ve been taking less than I should to try and stretch them out as long as I can which is likely why you can feel my arousal getting stronger every day. It’s a monumentally bad idea to go into a cycle without a partner, which is why I took what I did with me when I left Awh’an. With my delaying my cycle like I have, I think those first few days will be rougher than normal. I’m terrified that if I have your ass, even if you’re used to regularly having something in it by that time, I’ll hurt you to the point of needing medical attention. That is a very real possibility, Dak.”
He did have a bit of a point there. I’d yet to have anything more than two fingers in my ass or the very slim dildoe that was only a touch bigger than two of his fingers that he’d bought when we went on our lube shopping trip. No, I didn’t want Tyh to rush things and feel pain when he did finally have my ass in reality, but I wouldn’t have minded at all if he’d sped things up a touch. The least he could do was start using some larger toys on me. I’d seen the box labelled anal trainer kit and was very eager to get to using that. Truth be told, it might’ve been just the name on the box that got me all excited to start using what was inside.
“I really don’t want to hurt you, Dak, and a cycle can be an extremely violent thing even if I don’t mean for it to be that way. I don’t think you’re ready to be on the receiving end of an Awh’anise in cycle, and I really don’t think you’re ready to have an insane Awh’anise in cycle as your lover.”
I frowned. I could feel Tyh’s almost desperate protective instincts to keep me safe from harm firing up. His cycle really couldn’t be that bad, could it? I knew he was aware that I wanted him to do me and that I didn’t feel entirely comfortable topping him. I also knew he was as eager to get his cock into my ass as I was to have it there. His need to protect me usually made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, but I thought he was being overly cautious, and that was starting to annoy me just a little. It wasn’t like I’d shatter into a million pieces if he got a bit rough. I’d actually liked it a hell of a lot when he’d tied me up and bitten me during our dream sex. My cock twitched in agreement at the memory.
He’d generally cave to whatever I wanted with only token protests, but he was frustratingly resistant to the idea of bending me over and just taking my ass as I’d hinted at on more than one occasion. He was very insistent on the idea that he not hurt me in any way, shape or form. I didn’t think I’d find the injuries he described getting during a cycle arousing, but I had enjoyed some low-level pain a lot. I’d read that feeling a cock sliding into your ass stung or burned a little the first time, but I was confident I could handle that. Everything I read also said that the uncomfortable sensation of having your ass stretched to accommodate a cock went away after a few seconds, and I was absolutely sure that I could manage that. I was going to have to back him into some kind of corner just to get him to step up my anal training so we could both have what we wanted, and a little smile teased my lips at how I could accomplish that.
“Is it dangerous for you to keep pushing off your cycle like that?” I asked with what I hoped was casual concern mixed with curiosity in my voice.
“No, just sometimes uncomfortable. An Awh’aise’s skin will tingle when the first stages of their cycle starts. That’s how you know it’s time if you’ve gotten your counting of days mixed up. That sometimes happens, especially if we’re off-planet and the hours in a day are different from Awh’an or if a Shal-hazal has spent a lot of time Dream Walking since time moves differently in dreams than in reality.
“At first that tingling feels good, but the longer you go without fucking to start your cycle, those nice tingles will start to feel hot and eventually burn. After about thirty-six hours, the pain is unbearable and your body temperature will soar. In forty-eight hours, your core temperature is high enough to actually cook your brain. People die once past that point as the parts of the brain responsible for automatic things like heartbeat and breathing are fried and don’t send out the signals they’re supposed to.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “You could die if you don’t do what’s necessary for this cycle of yours once it’s started? That’s not something to downplay and certainly sounds dangerous, Tyh.”
“Only if there’s no fucking. The first time needs to involve the person in cycle penetrating or being penetrated vaginally or anally and having sperm deposited there or over their genitals. After that initial fuck, the person in cycle still needs to penetrate or be penetrated, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be a cock doing the penetrating. It’s more satisfying and usually shortens the cycle to have your dick in someone or someone’s dick in you, but it’s not absolutely necessary.”
“Okay, if you say you have enough herbs to keep this cycle of yours at bay for another month or so, then we should really get cracking on having my ass ready for you. A month is plenty of time to get me comfortable with having something the size of your cock in me.” I purposefully ignored his earlier warning about how him doing me could be a painful experience for me.
I could feel heat in my cheeks at stating what I wanted so baldly, but if I didn’t make demands, I was sure Tyh would continue at his snail’s pace of preparation. Not that I didn’t find the slowness a kind of kinky torture that I sort of enjoyed, but there was never the pay off of bigger and better that I found I wanted. I’d never say it to Tyh, but I was always slightly disappointed that it was me that did him after our foreplay instead of him pushing his cock into me.
“No, Dak. I’ll likely be really wound up at that point. If I don’t think it’s safe right now, in a month’s time, it’ll be really unsafe for you to be under me taking my cock regardless of how much prep you’ve had.”
I smiled triumphantly. “Then sooner is better. Stop taking the herbs now.”
“I’ll still be really aggressive, Dak, and there’s no way you’d be ready in that short of a time period for me to nail your ass every couple of hours. I’m already concerned about hurting you with just my excitement at finally sliding into your ass and whatever the voices might convince me is a good idea. Throw the effects of a cycle on top of that, and it’s almost a guarantee that I’ll forget myself and hurt you.”
I had him now. I crossed my arms over my chest and pinned him with a hard look. I let my professional mask and tone of voice slide into place before I spoke.
“You can’t have it both ways, Tyhlian. We need to take care of this cycle, and it has to be either now while we can choose the timing and keep things relatively safe and sane, or we wait until it’s forced on us because you don’t have any more of the herbs you need to keep it at bay and you possibly lose control of not only yourself but the voices in your head.
“I love that you want to protect me and that my safety and comfort is of utmost importance to you. But you seem to think that I’m much more delicate and breakable than I am. No, I don’t want to fight you for dominance before this cycle of yours starts. I’d actually be thrilled to the tips of my hair to submit to whatever you want to do to me because that pushes kinky buttons in my head really hard. I know you fear what the voices may convince you to do while you’re in cycle. I’m going to guess that you think they’ll be even stronger during this cycle of yours. While that may be true, I am not helpless against you, and I know you’d prefer that I turn you into a blank drone to stop you over letting you do something you’d regret later. I will do that if I have to, Tyhlian, never fear.”
“But you’re not ready,” he protested half-heartedly.
“No, I’m likely not at this point because we’ve been moving so slowly. I’m proposing that for the first few days when things are so intense for you, I do you without hesitation and we don’t worry about or attempt any training for me. Once things settle down for you after those first few days, as you’ve implied they do, then we can use your increased sexual needs to really ramp up the training I want and need. I will continue to do you during your cycle, but we’ll spend a good bit of time readying me for later as part of our foreplay. Unless it’s something we choose to do in the dream world, we’ll keep to the plan of my doing you exclusively during this cycle. By the time you’re done, I should be good and ready to bottom for you, something we both want intensely. This appears to be a win/win deal for both of us.”
I wanted to laugh at the consternation in his face and twisting through his emotions. He really liked my proposal, but he was still worried about me. I had one final thing to add, but it was a bluff of the highest order. I wouldn’t deny him what he needed, and I wouldn’t purposefully put myself in danger because I knew it would wound him deeply if he hurt me. I was a lousy liar, but I was hopeful that Tyh would be so caught up in what I offered that he wouldn’t think I was bluffing.
“Your choices are simple and non-negotiable, Tyhlian. Either accept my proposal of starting your cycle within the next few days and having more control over your actions or push it off as long as you can and risk being in less control than you think you’ll have now. If you choose the longer option, my condition on that is that you will spend the time between now and then intensely preparing me to bottom for you during your cycle and beyond. When you do enter into your cycle at the later date, I will refuse to top you and, if necessary, goad you into taking a dominant position to get what we both want.”
Tyhlian stared at me with his mouth slightly open in shock. I smirked on the inside and stared back at him determinedly. His emotions bounced around from excited to worried, and the arousal I’d felt from him earlier was even stronger. I could almost see him trying to figure a way out of the choices I’d given him. He was a smart man, and I was convinced that if I gave him enough time, he probably could come up with an alternative to what I suggested.
“What’s your answer, Tyhlian? We don’t have the luxury of time here. You need to decide now,” I said using my firmest negotiator’s voice.
Tyh’s lust jumped at my words, and I inhaled sharply when I finally made the mental connection that he found my demanding tone sexy. A strong bubble of excitement burst in my belly at the thought of what would happen if I used my negotiator voice during sex. I licked my lips as my cock throbbed at the idea. Tyh’s nostrils flared, and a soft, sub-sonic growl sounded from him when he scented my increased arousal.
“I’m sure you realize that I like both options for different reasons. The voices are divided on what I should choose, and there’s quite the loud debate going on in my head. Not that what they want means sweet fuck all, but it’s kinda funny. Since your safety means everything to me, I’ll take the earlier option. You have to promise me though that if I do lose control of myself, you will do whatever it takes to stop me.”
I beamed at Tyh. “Of course. So roughly how many days do you think we have for your cycle to start once you stop taking the herbs?”
“Four or less. I’ve been pushing it off for a few months and been taking reduced dosages. It probably won’t take long to work what’s in my system out. I’ve already taken the dose for today.”
Giddy excitement swirled through me, and I decided to see how much more I could push him for what I truly wanted.
“I’ve enjoyed what we’ve done so far, but I’d like for us to move a little faster. I want you to break out that anal trainer kit I saw and use it on me. Now,” I demanded in my take-no-shit professional voice.
Tyh’s lust spiked hard, and a possessive growl sounded from him.
“I will keep to my word, but if we have a few days before your cycle starts, I fully intend to get all the play I can before it goes on hold for a bit.” My cheeks heated again, and I lightly bit my lip in sudden shyness before I spoke in a soft voice. “I’m surprised at how much I enjoy and how right it feels to have something in my ass even if it’s only your fingers. I’m absolutely convinced that’s the way it’s supposed to be between us. I’m very eager for more.”
“Gods, you’re trying to make me jump you aren’t you?” Tyh asked with a shaky laugh.
“No, I’m just being honest with you. If you didn’t think it was so dangerous, I’d be asking you to do me every night in our dreams. Are you really sure we can’t do that? I can expand my void quite far and you did say that all Shal-hazal, even you, are afraid of my void. What you saw in that very first dream was just how big it is when I’m relaxed and not trying to spread it out.”
Tyh looked surprised at that and got a thoughtful expression on his face. His emotions leapt with excitement and hope. He frowned, and I got the sense of complex things roiling through him. Even though we’d only known each other for roughly a month, I’d been with him long enough that I recognized when he was having some sort of internal conversation with the people in his head. I remained quiet and waited until he finished, my hair stroking soothingly over his legs. He might not realize he did it, but he often seemed to listen or talk to the people in his head even if they were brief in nature. I thought that was interesting and a bit of a puzzle since I knew he wanted the voice out of his head. He grunted, and his attention focused on me again.
“How far do you think you could spread out that void of yours? Twice the size? Bigger? And would that hurt you in any way or be dangerous for you?”
“I could easily double it; probably even triple, it without a problem. Quadruple the size might be a stretch and thin it out too much to be useful as a keep-away device. And no, it doesn’t hurt and isn’t dangerous to me in anyway. Why? You have an idea don’t you?”
Tyh nodded. “It was a challenge for me to make the leap across your void that first time, and I’m very, very good at navigating the dream world. Phaedra is good, too, but she isn’t Will-level good. I’m going to guess that she probably made the jump by the hairs on her tail and that she never would’ve tried it if she hadn’t been chasing me and found traces of my presence attached to you. We might be able to use your dreams instead of ones I construct to have a little safe fun together. I think it might also make my cycle easier on both of us.”
“Really? You mean you could do me again in a dream? Oh, that’d be so wonderful, Tyh.” I almost wanted to clap my hands in delight.
Tyh laughed, stood and leaned over me to give me one of his hair-curling kisses. Happiness and excitement swirled through him and made me happy and excited in turn. I damn near loved the idea of Tyh doing me in dreams again.
“It’s not a guarantee, Dak. We’ll need to do a little testing first, and there is a risk attached to that. We have no idea where Phaedra is, and while she really wants to nail my crazy ass to the wall, she’s not going to exactly announce where she is. There’s too much risk for her that I’d jump on the chance to take her out if I knew where she was.”
I nodded in understanding. “That makes sense. We’ll test out this theory of yours tonight then. Hopefully, it works. In the mean time, I was perfectly serious about us moving at a little faster pace with my training. I looked at the smallest of the dildoes in that training kit, and I think I can take that easy enough. I don’t think it’s much thicker than the one you’ve been using on me already.”
“Are you sure, Dak? I don’t want you to think you need to rush for me.” Tyh’s words and tone of voice said one thing, but his emotions proved he was as eager as me to have me bottom for him.
“Very sure,” I said with a smile.
His concern was just so sweet. I stood and took his hand and let him lead me to our room. Once there, I shed my clothes quickly and ignored his snicker as I carefully folded my things and set them on a shelf before facing him again. As I expected, he was naked by the time I turned around and very erect. I walked over to him, and my hair reached out to caress him before I got within arm’s length. A pleased purr sounded from him, and I responded in kind with the low thrumming he liked. He pulled me into his arms, our groins rubbing together deliciously, and kissed me.
He gently stroked his tongue in and out of my mouth, and I moaned softly. He trailed his fingers down my back, his claws extended ever so slightly, making me shiver in reaction to the light scratching. He broke the kiss and made his way down my chest, licking and nibbling as he went. I found myself holding my breath in anticipation of feeling his mouth on my cock. I let it out on a whoosh when he tongued the head, lapping up the bead of pre-come that’d gathered there.
While I hadn’t found the courage yet to tell him that I enjoyed his cock in my mouth, particularly when he was aggressive and gave me the illusion that he was forcing it on me, he had no problems telling me how much he liked the taste of not only my dick but my come, too. He said my come tasted like some hard to get, crazy-expensive Awh’anise treat that was a favourite of his. It never failed to make my cheeks heat when he insisted on licking up every drop of my seed that he could and moaning softly in pleasure.
My hair stroked over Tyh’s body, and when it brushed over the risdepa, it made him purr deeply. His hands gently rubbed over my hips and thighs before circling around to knead my ass. His lips and tongue played along my length, licking and kissing. I almost felt disappointment when all he did was squeeze and caress my ass instead of tease my hole with his fingers. He looked up at me, seemed to listen to one of the voices in his head for a moment, and mumbled something under his breath in another language I didn’t understand. He stood and nervousness and eagerness swirled through his emotions although none of that showed in his face. His tail tip, however, twitched back and forth in a sign I now recognized as nervousness. I thought that was cute as all get out.
“You say stop, and I stop, okay? If you don’t like what I’m doing, you tell me,” he demanded in a low voice.
I had no idea what he was up to, but I liked surprises a lot. Especially his sexual surprises. I nodded and waited for whatever he had in mind. He looked down, drew in a slow breath, and let it out just as slowly, and when he raised his eyes to mine, there was a no-nonsense look in them that made my belly flutter and my hole clench and release in eagerness. He was still very much himself, but the expression on his face said he wasn’t going to take any shit or back-talk from me. Giddy anticipation flared through me at whatever he was about to do.
“Get on the bed on your belly. Keep your hair out of the way and spread your legs. You wanted your ass to have a work out, so don’t complain when you get what you wanted,” he said in a stern voice that implied I’d better do what he told me or else.
I stared at him with wide eyes for several seconds as arousal shot through my system so quickly I actually panted a little. He stepped away from me, gave my ass a gentle swat, and growled a command to do what I was told. A little squeak of surprise burst from my throat even though the slap hadn’t hurt at all, and I felt a bead of pre-come slide down my cock. My hair actually pulled away from Tyh without my having to fight it, and I hurried to lie on the bed as he’d ordered. I bit back the groan as I lay down, and my erection pressed into the mattress.
I watched Tyh take the box marked anal trainer kit from a shelf and licked my lips. He brought it to the bed and placed it on the small shelf beside the bed. He picked up the lube that we’d started to keep on the shelf and sat near my hip. I couldn’t see his face without craning my head around but I could feel a little uncertainty mixing with his strong lust. He didn’t move for several long seconds although I felt a roil of emotions from him before he grunted softly, and I heard the cap pop open.
“Hold your ass open so I can properly lube you up,” Tyh demanded in a husky voice.
I moaned softly even as my hands quickly moved to do what he told me. Surprisingly, my hair was lying mostly still and trailed off the bed to the floor with only the tips twitching back and forth in uncontrolled excitement. I pulled in a quick breath at the feel of Tyh’s lube-slicked fingers rubbing back and forth over the crack of my ass and teasingly pressing against my hole. I groaned in pleasure when he slowly slid a finger inside me and gently thrust back and forth a few times.
I felt so... naughty—kinky and exposed—to be holding my ass apart for Tyh while he spread lube in and around my hole. My cock throbbed, and I shifted slightly, my breath stuttering at how good it felt to have Tyh finger my ass while my poor cock was trapped between my body and the mattress. The submissive feel to the encounter was delicious, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he was going to do. Exactly why he’d decided to go this particular route with me right now, I hadn’t a clue, but I really, really liked it and hoped he do it again some time.
“Hmmm, that went in nice and smooth. Maybe you are ready for more than I’ve been giving you.”
“Yes, please,” I said softly with a hitch in my voice when he started to finger my hole with a little more force than the typical easy motion he usually used.
A shiver of pleasure moved over my body when the one finger became two. Tyh stroked his fingers in and out of my body slowly, twisting them every now and again. When he rubbed over my prostate, I moaned and my hair curled around his ankles and calves. I wanted to rock my hips against the mattress for some friction to my dick, but I liked the idea of enduring the torment of not moving for as long as I could stand it.
“The view from here is amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing it,” Tyh said with what sounded like reverence. “I can’t wait to watch my cock slide in and out of your beautiful ass.”
I bit my lip, and my hole clenched his fingers at his words and how erotic I found them. His free hand started to caress my legs, and every now and again, he’d brush his thumb teasingly over my balls. Before long, despite my trying to lie still, I was moving my hips in rhythm with him pumping my ass. It felt amazing, but I wanted more. I was just about to ask him for more when his fingers slipped free of my ass. I moaned a protest and actually twisted as much as I could to look back at him without letting go of my ass. He gave my thigh a gentle swat and told me to lie down. I did what he demanded, and I was certain there was now a good-sized wet spot under my dick because of how aroused he was making me.
He reached for the box and pulled out the smallest dildoe within my line of sight. He examined it briefly before putting it back with a muttered no. Disappointment filtered through me until he picked up the next largest and held it up, twisting it and turning it before pronouncing it perfect. My eyes widened in surprise as excitement bloomed in my belly. While the toy wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, I’d never had anything that big inside my ass. Despite the fact that it was larger than the dildoe Tyh had been using on me up to this point, I knew it was still smaller than his cock.
“You wanted me to speed things along, so that’s what we’re going to do. Are you ready for this, Dak?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak. Tyh squeezed some lube onto the dildoe and smeared it around. He moved it out of my sight, and seconds later, I felt it press firmly against my hole, demanding entrance. The gently tapered head slid in easily enough, but as Tyh pushed more into me, I started to feel the stretch and a tiny gasp escaped me. It burned a little, but the pain was also oddly arousing. He stopped moving the dildoe for a few seconds before resuming the steady push into me without stopping. I groaned softly at the relentless invasion, loving every second of it. When I felt the flared base touch my spread cheeks a shudder of pleasure moved through me, and my hair quivered in delight.
“Let go of your ass, Dak,” Tyh said in a low voice, his hands stroking my thighs and lower back. “I’m leaving the toy inside you for a few minutes without moving it so you get used to the feel of it. Roll over to your back.”
I did what Tyh told me to, a thrill shooting through me from the feel of the toy shifting deliciously in my ass as I rolled over and also from obeying Tyh. Tyh reached for my cock and started to slowly stroke me while he fondled my balls. Tyh spread kisses over my chest and belly and tongued my nipples erect. I bit my lip and gripped the sheets tightly as pleasure flooded my body. My hips jerked up when Tyh’s finger snuck between my cheeks and pressed lightly on the base of the dildoe. I swore when it made the dildoe rub on my insides in new and very pleasurable ways. Tyh smirked at me and continued his lazy hand job with the occasional press to the toy firmly planted in my ass. I rocked my hips in time with the motion of his hand, and my eyes closed as I lost myself to the pleasure of Tyh’s touch and the toy filling my ass. I was surer than ever that I’d be beyond ecstatic to finally have Tyh’s cock inside me in reality.
“Pull your legs up and rest your feet on the mattress, shal-demsho,” Tyh said softly into my ear, his tongue licking the edge of it lightly and making me shiver in delight.
I did what Tyh asked, and my eyes flew open in surprise moments later when I felt the dildoe inch almost all the way out of my ass as Tyh’s mouth closed over the head of my cock and he sucked lightly. I moaned Tyh’s name when he pushed the toy slowly back into me and swallowed my cock down to the root in one smooth move. He started bobbing his head over my cock and fucking my ass with the dildoe at the same time, and I was sure I’d never felt anything so damn good in my entire life.
I couldn’t have stopped my hair from moving over Tyh if my life had depended on it. We both made sub-vocal sounds of pleasure at that. Tyh’s arousal spiked hard, and he growled softly, the vibration intensely pleasurable over my cock when it touched the back of his throat. He moved the toy faster and sucked harder on my cock. The dildoe stroked firmly over my prostate with every thrust, and the purrs and growls that Tyh was making sounded glorious to my ears and felt amazing every time my cock slid down his throat. My hips moved up and down in time with Tyh’s motions, and I gasped in surprise when the silky brush on the tip of his tail swept back and forth over my balls.
That was all it took for my orgasm to rush through me.
My hands tangled in Tyh’s hair, and I held him on my cock as I shot my load down his throat. Tyh moaned and swallowed even as he slowed the motion of the toy in my ass. My hair wrapped securely around him and petted him. Pleasure shivers travelled over my body, and I panted lightly. He let my softening cock fall from his mouth and nuzzled my balls gently while waves of pleasure, my own and Tyh’s, washed over me.
“You need to let go of me and roll back onto your stomach, shal-demsho,” Tyh said as he placed little kisses over my groin and thighs. “I need to come, and I’m positive you’ll like how I’m going to do it.”
Curiosity stirred in my mind, but I groaned and felt too boneless to move. Tyh solved the problem for me with a soft chuckle. He moved my legs down and pushed against my hip, rolling me effortlessly to my belly. I closed my eyes in pleasure and made a sub-vocal sound as the dildoe shifted in my ass. My hair still hadn’t released Tyh, but he was learning how to move while tangled in its strands. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and knelt between my thighs. His hands caressed my ass, and he eased the toy from me. I shivered and wordlessly protested the move.
I sucked in a breath when Tyh leaned over me and nestled his cock in the crack of my ass. He thrust forward, his cock sliding easily in the lube, and a possessive growl vibrated from his throat. He nipped my shoulders and rocked his hips against my ass as he alternated between growling and purring. I gasped at how good that felt over my newly-sensitized hole and wriggled my hips for more while my hair continued its stroking of Tyh’s skin. My hair swept over the risdepa, and Tyh’s strong rhythm stuttered briefly before his hips surged into motion. If I’d had his cock inside me, I knew I would’ve suddenly been on the receiving end of a hard fucking, and my heart leapt in excitement.
Words in Awh’anise along with dozens of other languages poured from Tyh in a rush. I didn’t understand everything despite having a translator implanted in my head, but I thought they were all a variety of the same theme. Tyh was telling me over and over in at least two dozen languages that he loved me. I could feel the certainty of his words and his happiness at having me in his life.
He thrust once more, his cock rubbing over my slicked, sensitized hole and froze. His cock pulsed, and the feel of his seed hitting my skin was intensely erotic making me gasp and my hair squeeze him tight. He panted, and his emotions surged so strongly, my breath actually caught in my throat in surprise.
Sex with my shields lowered was a pleasure I’d never tried with any other partner, except Tyh. Despite him not really being in his right mind, I trusted him and wanted to experience everything I could with him. I hadn’t yet been one hundred percent unshielded from Tyh, but the urge to just let him in without reservation was scary in its intensity. I wasn’t brave enough to do that yet, but I knew I would at some point because it, again, seemed like the right thing to do.
“Ony xi’ shey-lu, Dak. Ony xi’ shey-lu,’” he said with reverence as he kissed and licked my shoulders and neck.
I knew what the words meant, but I was pretty sure I was missing some context or something as they sounded far more significant than what the words alone meant. I’d quickly come to the conclusion that Awh’anise was a complex language with many nuances that you wouldn’t pick up on if you weren’t a native speaker. Despite feeling pleasantly exhausted, I wanted to know what he meant when he said what he did.
“I’m your world? Is there more to that than what it sounds like?” I asked as my body relaxed even further. “And just for the record, you were right. I absolutely loved what you did. That felt better than amazing.”
“Then we’ll have to do it more often because I thought it was pretty damn mind-blowing, too,” Tyh said with a soft laugh as he moved off me and grabbed something to clean us both up.
Once clean, Tyh prodded me to roll to my side and slid into bed beside me, dragging a blanket over us from the foot of the bed. His tail curled around my leg, and his hand rested possessively on my hip. He stared at me, and the love in his eyes for me truly was staggering. I understood on one level that he loved me because he saw me as the one person in the entire universe who was everything he wanted and needed in a partner. At the same time, I didn’t understand how someone like Tyh, a sexy, smart, fun man, could love me as he did. I was the Void. My entire species hated and feared me and would rather see me dead than draw another breath. There were quite a few times I felt less than worthy of the gift of his unconditional love.
“It’s part of a longer phrase, and it basically means that without the one it’s said to, the person saying it will have nothing to sustain them and they’ll die. Ony des-ri tha’ab, des-od gre’os un des-laew nasha. Ony xi’ shey-lu des xi’ haeko des xi’ vre’ zo-sen ony. You are the air I breathe, the food I eat, and the water I drink. You are my world and my heart and soul rests with you.”
I was still working on processing the level of devotion that Tyh had for me. To know that I was so vitally important to someone was... I had nothing to compare it to. I hugged him to me, closed my eyes, and let the sub-sonic sounds he liked flow from my throat. He hugged me back, and I not only heard his contented purring, but could feel the gentle vibration against my chest as well as feel the extraordinary love he had for me. He stroked his hands over my skin and hair, and I drifted off to sleep feeling warm, happy and utterly loved.
Ony des-ri tha’ab, des-od gre’os un des-laew nasha. Ony xi’ shey-lu des xi’ haeko des xi’ vre’ zo-sen ony.: Literal translation is: You are the air I breathe, the food I eat and the water I drink. You are my world and my heart and soul rests with you.
This phrase is often shortened to simply You are my world. It implies that without the one it is said to, the person speaking will have nothing to sustain them and will die. It is a rarely used phrase for the general population and is mostly used by Throw-backs and Lor’fei partners as the level of devotion is extreme. The phrase is never used casually.
I snuggled into Dak, loving the feel of his skin against mine. I was in the warm, comfortable space between awake and sleep. I’d been sleeping better since I started sharing dream space off and on with Dak. I wasn’t quite so worried about Phaedra finding me because of the protection of Dak’s void, and I liked being surrounded by his presence even if I wasn’t actually intruding on his dreams. I knew it wasn’t healthy for me or him to spend so much time intertwined mentally, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. The voices were muted to only whispers when I slept in Dak’s dreams, and they usually stayed subdued for a few hours after waking. I was keeping a careful eye on Dak for signs of stress or mental unrest, but he seemed to be doing fine. Granted, it was only a few days that I’d chosen to sleep in his dreams, but I couldn’t be careful enough when it came to his well-being.
Dak’s hair caressed me in his sleep, and I wriggled against him in pleasure. Any day now, I expected the tingles to move over my body and signal that I was entering my cycle. I was equal parts scared and excited. Scared because there was the niggling thought that my instincts would override what we’d agreed upon and I’d end up fucking him before he was ready for that. Excited because I’d have Dak in bed screwing me multiple times a day. I frowned a little at the thought that I’d really have to step up the search for an uninhabited planet to put the ship into orbit around or even land on the surface so I didn’t need to worry about making course corrections or flying it while under the influence of my cycle. Sexual distraction was the norm during a cycle, and allowing myself to be so distracted while zipping through space at several tens of thousands of miles per hour was not only dangerous but stupid, too.
The soft press of Dak’s ass into my groin sent all thoughts of piloting the ship out of my head. He murmured in his sleep and pulled my arm tighter around his body. His hair twisted around my legs and tickled over my balls. I muffled a laugh against his back, now a little more awake than asleep but still not quite into reality. My cock was hard and nestled perfectly in the crack of his ass. The sub-sonic noise I found soothing trickled from his throat, and I experimentally thrust my hips gently, my cock sliding in some the lube left from our training session for him last night. His hair tightened briefly before starting a tickling and arousing slide over my body. The feel of his hair over the Risdepa was exquisite and had me rubbing my cheek and lips against his back, scent marking him, as I continued to gently thrust my cock between his still slightly slippery ass cheeks.
A little growl sounded from me at the vivid memory of Dak the night before with his ass in the air, his chest pressed to the mattress and loud sounds of pleasure coming from him as I’d worked his ass open with one of the larger toys from the anal trainer kit. I’d been very surprised when he insisted I use the larger toy on him. I tried to talk him out of it, not believing he was ready yet, but a demanding Dak was hotness personified, and I couldn’t say no to him, especially when what he wanted was what I wanted, too. His hair, then like now, moved over my body in an erotic caress, urging me on. Pulling the toy from his body had him protesting loudly, and I’d stared in lustful fascination as his hole clenched and released as if begging for what we both wanted. I knew if I’d kept going with the toy, he’d have come, and while I loved watching him when that happened, I also wanted to feel him inside me when he found his pleasure since I didn’t think he was at the point yet where he could comfortably take my cock.
I knew Dak wasn’t entirely happy to be doing me. He enjoyed the sex, but I could see that I was... cheating him of his true pleasure. For a man that had never truly entertained the thought of a male lover, he was certainly embracing the idea of bottoming for me whole-heartedly. Frankly, he loved having his ass filled. The pleasure he enjoyed when I stuffed his ass with toys was intense, and I felt bad about dimming his joy when I wanted to feel him inside me as he came. I tried to find alternate ways to still give him a little of what he craved at least half the time, but I also wanted the undeniable physical connection of cock in ass.
“Tyh, please,” Dak breathed as he pushed his ass firmly against my cock.
Dak’s words pulled my attention back to the very arousing way he was offering me his ass. He was still asleep, and the idea that he was having a sex dream without me prompted me to slip all the way back into his dream. I was surprised to find Dak stretched out on his belly on a four-poster bed, the blood red sheets under him setting off his black skin beautifully. His ankles and wrists were buckled in white leather cuffs that were tied to the posts with heavy white rope. His erect cock pointed down between his spread legs, and a thin white cord was looped snuggly around the base of his balls. The cord stretched in a taut line from his bound balls, up between his ass cheeks, along his spine to a high, white leather collar around his neck. His ankle-length hair was elaborately braided with red ribbon and hooked taut to something at the head of the bed so that he could barely move his head and most certainly not use his hair to get himself out of the situation he was in.
Dak was a huge closet kink, and it made me love him all the more and even feel a little awed at the perfection of the Lor’fei. It really did find you your heart’s desire.
I approached the bed and saw a neat line of half a dozen toys laid out on white satin next to Dak’s thigh. I smiled slowly and crawled between his legs, not sure if I’d have the discipline to actually use any of the toys on him. I ran my finger over his cock and watched in satisfaction as a few drops of black pre-come gathered at the tip of his cock. I spread his ass cheeks apart and was somehow not surprised to see a metal ring sticking out from his hole between the two strands of cord. I hooked a finger in the ring and pulled slowly.
Dak groaned as his ass stretched wide to release what looked like a substantial metal plug. Even though it was trapped in his ass, I could still feel some of the weight of the plug as I pulled on it. I grinned and let go of the ring, the weight of the metal plug making it slid back inside him, and his ass clenched tight around the narrow base. He shivered, and another bead of pre-come was forced from his cock. I played with the plug for several minutes, teasing Dak with the possibility of removing it before letting it slip back inside him from its own weight. I finally pulled it free of his body when he said my name in a desperate, wanting tone.
My eyes widened slightly at the size and heft of the plug once I had it out of his body. If this were reality instead of the dream world, after having that plug in his ass, there’d be no problem on his part in taking my cock. I wondered where he’d gotten the idea for such a thing and made a mental note to ask him when we woke. I didn’t think he’d be ready yet for something as big and heavy as what I was holding, but I would certainly enjoy a toy like it. My ass actually clenched in pleasure at the thought. I turned my attention back to my captive lover.
“Are you all tied up because you were naughty?” I asked in a husky voice as I caressed his ass.
Dak shivered and more pre-come leaked from his cock. “Yes,” he said in a whisper.
“Do you need a spanking for punishment?”
Dak groaned and tilted his hips up as if begging for the touch of the paddle resting on the white satin next to him. I grinned and picked up the leather covered paddle. He was such a kink, and I could hardly believe my luck in having him all to myself. I was reluctant to actually use something on him in reality as I was afraid of really damaging him, but playing whatever games he wanted in dreams was perfectly fine by me.
I raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on his ass. He cried out and jerked against the restraints holding him. I repeated the blow on his other cheek, and Dak gasped. His hands fisted, and he strained against the ropes, but he didn’t say stop. I started to rain blows down on his ass and only stopped when I saw his body start to tense with the on-rush of an orgasm. I held back the next strike, and Dak’s body remained tense. When no more hits with the paddle came, he sobbed in frustration and tried to squirm around, the restraints thwarting him. I waited for him to relax before reaching for a large toy as a very wicked idea came to me.
The toy was thicker than anything I’d used on him in reality, but considering size of the metal plug that’d just been in his ass, I didn’t think there’d be an issue for him with the new toy. It was about the same width as my cock but much longer and had a head on each end. Once again, he surprised me with what he thought of playing with. I draped the toy over his lower back and he sucked in a sharp breath that he exhaled on a groan when he realized what it was. My hand rested briefly on his warm, slightly welted ass before spreading his cheeks apart. I held the ropes apart as I picked up the toy. I pushed the head against his ass, and he gasped as it smoothly entered his body. A tiny growl escaped me as I watched the toy slide into Dak and at what I planned to do with the double-headed dildoe for our mutual pleasure.
I pushed it relentlessly into Dak, enjoying his squirming as he tried to both avoid and encourage my filling his ass. I stopped when there was at least nine inches of toy inside him. I wanted him to feel full and invaded because I knew he’d like that. There was now a nice little puddle of his black pre-come staining the red sheets under him. I straddled his waist and leaned in close, pressing my hard cock against his spine and enjoying the texture of the rope against my dick. Dak moaned and jerked in his bonds, a full-body shiver running over him when he could barely move. I brushed my lips over the elegant line of his long, pointed ear and dropped my voice into a raspy growl.
“I’m going to help you play with this toy, Dak. The other end is going to go in my ass and I’ll fuck us both with it.”
Dak whimpered in pleasure and he opened his gorgeous eyes to stare at me with a truly staggering amount of lust.
“I’d rather it was you in my ass,” he said with a pleading look.
“That could happen if you’re very good and show me how much you like how I play with you and this toy.”
“Oh, yes please, Tyh. Please times a thousand,” Dak said with a breathless eagerness.
I laughed, nipped his ear tip and straightened. I had intended to get us both off with the toy, but I had a really hard time saying no to what Dak wanted. When it was my cock in his ass that he wanted and asked so nicely for, I really couldn’t deny him. I still wanted to use the toy on both of us at the same time though and saw no reason not to.
I moved so that I was facing Dak’s feet. I briefly admired the view of Dak’s hole stretched wide around the dildoe. I teasingly rubbed my finger over the taut skin of his hole before picking up the other end of the dildoe. I grinned when Dak gasped at my touch and the movement of the toy and brought the head to my ass. One of the things I loved about sex in the dream world for was the simple fact that lube wasn’t necessary. The head slid into my ass, and I groaned softly at the stretch. I preferred to top, but I still really enjoyed the feel of a cock filling me. I held the dildoe steady, not letting more go into Dak as I pushed myself onto the toy. We both moaned softly when my ass cheeks rested against his.
“Fuck,” Dak said as he rocked his hips the little he could.
A growl of pleasure left me as I started to rock my hips in time with Dak. I pressed my cock down so the head rubbed over his dick. I watched intently as I rubbed my dick against Dak’s. The sensation of my skin sliding against his while we shared the toy was one of the most erotic things I’d ever felt. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to hold off my release for the fucking I said I’d give him if he was good. And he was being very good. I felt his legs start to tense against my thighs, and he started to pant as the movement of his hips became erratic. He cried out when his orgasm hit him. A small grunt of pain was forced past my lips when my claws lightly pierced the skin of my dick at the utter hotness of watching Dak shoot his load while we shared a toy stuffed up our asses.
Dak went limp under me, panting heavily. I forced my hand off my cock, gripped the dildoe and slowly withdrew it from Dak’s body while keeping it in mine. I turned and spread his cheeks, admiring his loosened hole. I scooped some of his come from the sheets and smeared it over his bud, a tiny growl sounding from me when he moaned encouragement. I rubbed the head of my cock over his ass, sliding it back and forth in the slickness and teasingly pushing it against his hole.
“Do you want my cock in you, Dak?” I asked in a voice barely above a growl. I knew he did, but I loved to hear him say it.
“Gods, yes. Tyh, please,” Dak begged.
“I’ve still got the toy in my ass. I’m going to fuck you and ram myself with the toy at the same time. I want you to watch. Open your eyes and look in the mirror, Dak.”
Dak’s eyes opened, and he stared with a little confusion at the mirror suddenly in front of him that showed a beautiful rear shot of my toy-filled ass instead of his face. The confusion was quickly replaced with lustful eagerness as he watched my tail wrap around the toy and start pumping it roughly in and out of my ass. My arousal easily tripled at the sensation and from watching my ass being fucked in the mirror I’d created. The need to get my cock into Dak was suddenly overwhelming. I lined the head up with his hole and pushed. There was some resistance, and Dak cried out sharply as I pushed forcefully into him, sinking balls deep in one thrust.
I was abruptly wrenched out of the dream world and slammed into reality. That reality included a shaking and swearing Dak pinned under me with my cock being gripped by the hottest, tightest ass I’d ever experienced. My skin prickled with pleasure as his hair bound me tightly to him, and all I wanted to do was fuck Dak into the mattress.
“Don’t you dare fucking move, Tyhlian,” Dak said through what were obviously gritted teeth. “I need a minute.”
The aggressive growl at being told what to do when I was obviously in the dominant position was bitten back, and I tried to rein in instincts that were demanding I move. One part of my brain was appalled at what I’d just done. Dak wasn’t ready to have me fucking him. Guilt swamped me that I’d obviously hurt him by ramming my dick into him. The other half of my brain was snarling and snapping and lunging to finish claiming my mate. The voices were thankfully silent, and I started to shake from a warring combination of guilt, possessiveness and brain-stealing pleasure.
“I’m so sorry, Dak. I don’t know what happened. We were in your dream getting our kinky little freak on and the next thing I know... this,” I said as I started to pull out over the strong protest of my body.
“I said don’t fucking move, Tyhlian,” Dak snapped as his ass clamped tight around my cock and his hair constricted to the point of pain to hold me still.
I moaned softly at the dual sensations and froze, my claws digging into the mattress as I struggled for control to do what he asked. Dak blew out a slow breath, and his body gradually relaxed under me. He shifted a little, and we both gasped softly in pleasure. Dak’s hair stroked over my skin, several of the strands twisting into a tight band around my cock and balls. He shifted again and breathed out a pleasured sounding yes.
“Okay, move slow, Tyh. I’m fine now, and it feels amazing to finally have you inside me.”
“Dak,” I started not sure what I was going to say.
“No guilt, Tyh. You know how badly I wanted this for us. The first thrust hurt a little, okay, maybe more than a little, and is probably what woke me up from that super kinky dream, which was hotter than hell by the way and I liked a lot. I’m fine now. Honest. I mean aside from lying in the gross wet spot which is really made of ewww. Other than that, everything is great. Now, move like we both want you to. I think I can maybe come again because this feels so good.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Dak, I was coming to learn, might have one of the kinkiest minds it had ever been my pleasure to trip though, but he could be delightfully prissy at the oddest moments. I kissed him between the shoulder blades, murmured an I love you and slowly pulled almost all the way out of him. He shuddered and groaned, and I glanced down, wanting to watch the reality of my cock slide in and out of his ass for the first time. My eyes widened when I saw the row of bumps down the length of my cock and the rainbow coloured sheen slicking it. Tiny clues all clicked into place at the speed of light, and everything suddenly made perfect sense.
I’d started my breeding cycle.
The tickling feeling over my skin when I’d first woken wasn’t just Dak’s hair; it was the early warning that my cycle was starting. My inability to hold the dream together and tell the difference between a dream and reality was another clue. The overriding need to get my cock into Dak and impregnate him even though a pregnancy was impossible was the final puzzle piece. Breeding instinct was proving impossible for me to deny despite how hard I’d tried.
“Xi’ y’lin vre’coo shal. Ve-yul’io, shu’anad,” I said softly as I slid back into Dak’s tight heat.
Dak moaned my name and wriggled under me. I pushed an arm under his belly while I supported my weight with my other arm. I waited until I was firmly balls deep in him and then pulled him up. I sat back on my heels with him firmly impaled on my cock, his long legs splayed over mine, his back held tight to my chest. One hand drifted back and forth over his nipples to tease the hard nubs while the other wrapped around his once again firm cock.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, Dak,” I demanded as I tugged on his nipple and stroked his dick.
“God’s yes. You feel amazing inside me. I love it. I was right; this feels even better than in my dreams. We need to do it this way all the time.”
A grin stretched across my lips, and I nipped Dak’s shoulder, the love bite making him shiver and start moving his hips, fucking himself on my cock like I’d told him to. As I played with his nipple, the stray thought zipped through my brain that he’d look even more beautiful than he already did with sparkling silver hoops through his nipples that I could tug and suck on. I suddenly had a flash picture of Dak with his arms bound behind him, a spreader bar at his ankles and a delicate silver chain connecting hoops through his nipples to a hoop that pierced the head of his cock. A low growl vibrated in my chest at the erotic vision that I’d love to see in reality but knew I never would. I’d have to dream it some time for us, but that was almost as good.
“Oh, god, Tyh. So hot. Yes. I want that. We need to do that. Promise me you’ll do that,” Dak babbled as he slowly raised and lowered himself on my cock.
I had no idea what he talking about and didn’t care at the moment. He was utter perfection as he rode me; I let him set the rhythm he was comfortable with. I was almost positive my balls were going to burst with denied release from the maddeningly slow pace he was moving at, but it was also a delicious torture I was enjoying. I needed Dak to come before me. I had to feel his ass milk my orgasm from me. I wanted to suck his seed from our joined hands as I shot my load in his ass.
Dak quivered in my arms and suddenly started moving quickly on my cock, his gasps and groans of pleasure pure music to my ears. His hand joined mine on his dick and encouraged me to jerk him faster. He slammed his hips down and moaned as his head lolled on my shoulder and his cock pulsed. I caught most of his seed on my fingers, and my mouth actually watered at the thought of tasting it. His ass squeezing and releasing my cock felt better than even in dreams. His hair slithered off my cock and balls, the loosening of the gentle restriction bringing me to the edge of orgasm.
Dak looked at me, a pleased smile on his face as he brought our joined hands up. “For you.”
My eyes widened in surprise as he brushed the knuckles of his hand over my lips, smearing his come over my mouth.
“Come inside me, Tyh,” Dak demanded softly. “Please. I’ve waited a long time for this. I want to feel you filling me so badly I ache.”
I groaned and started to lick our hands clean. His words and the flavour of his seed in my mouth pushed me the last little bit I needed to orgasm. I tugged on his nipple and jerked my hips tight to him. Dak made sub-sonic sounds of delight as I spurted in his ass. He kissed my cheek tenderly, and his hair caressed my body as wave after wave of intense physical and emotional pleasure washed through me. Orgasm aside, I felt contented like never before. Dak was right. This was how sex between us was supposed to be. It felt unbelievably right like I was truly whole for the first time in my life. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that even if Dak hadn’t been my Lor’fei, I’d be lost without him.
Dak watched me with a satisfied and indulgent look on his face. I frowned a little as I finally noticed that the pastel swirls in his eyes seemed to have shifted into a metallic rainbow array and the normally silver sclera had changed to bronze. A little spurt of fear twisted through me when I belatedly remembered that since I was in cycle, I was producing sliaru, a neuro-stimulant meant to make a female more likely to conceive, and he’d never been exposed to that before. Dak might be having an adverse reaction to sliaru if his changed eyes were any indication. We never knew how another species would react until they experienced it, and there had been some very bad reactions as well as a few deaths in some species from sliaru exposure. My guts twisted at how bad this might be.
“Are you feeling okay, Dak?” I asked as I tried to keep my voice calm.
“Better than okay. I feel wonderful. My ass might be a little tender later though. Damn, does that mean you won’t do me again? Because I really, really liked this. A lot. Way better than my doing you,” Dak’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth with his free hand before hurrying to explain. “I didn’t mean that like it sounded. I love sex with you, but I just love it so much more when it’s you inside me instead of the other way around.”
My heart leapt into triple time at Dak’s words. I doubted he meant them the way I heard them, but I’d take any declarations of love from him that I could get. He blinked slowly and shook his head as if coming out from a mental fog. I watched with a little fascination as the strange colours of his eyes returned to normal. His hair hugged me tight, and when he wriggled his ass, my softening cock slipped from him. He made a small sound of disappointment and sighed.
“This was an awesome surprise, Tyh. Does this mean you’ve changed your mind about doing me when your cycle hits?” Dak’s voice was filled with an ego boosting amount of hope.
“Well, technically, I have started my cycle, and that was the initial fuck.”
Dak looked at me and his gaze was suddenly sharp as a razor. “That was nowhere near as violent as you led me to believe it was going to be, Tyhlian.”
Uh oh. That was Dak’s no-nonsense professional voice and while I thought it was the hottest thing ever to hear him use it, I also knew he was using it because I was sliding into serious trouble territory with him. Time for damage control that wasn’t exactly lying as much as it was skirting around the truth.
“You didn’t fight me in anyway. You were completely submissive to me, so there was no reason for me to get violent to try and dominate you. I was also able to get a little more aggressive with you in your dream than I would in reality before we woke up, and that probably helped, too. Even so, I had to work really hard to keep myself in check.”
Okay, that sounded good, and after a moment’s consideration, he seemed to go with the explanation. I breathed a little sigh of relief. It wasn’t that I was opposed to having Dak’s very fine ass. I was opposed to losing control of myself and unintentionally hurting him, which was a very real possibility.
“True enough. I remember most of that dream. I really enjoyed what you did to me, and it’s a damn shame we didn’t get to finish the dream. Although, I have to say I liked how the whole encounter ended,” he said with a shy smile. He hesitated briefly before speaking again.
“You do know that I wouldn’t mind at all if you carried over some of that into the waking world. Actually, I think I’m going to insist that you carry over large parts of that encounter into our bedroom. I don’t find it easy to talk about what I’d like you to do to me, and I feel like you’re backing me into a corner where I have no choice but to baldly state what I want. I’m a little uncomfortable saying things like that, but if that’s the way you want to play it, fine. I like being tied up for your pleasure. I liked it when you paddled me. Good god, Tyh, I almost came from the combination of being tied up and you smacking my ass.”
Dak somehow managed to slither out of my arms and knelt on the bed facing me. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as he stared at me for several seconds. His mouth suddenly turned up in a confident smirk, and I got a sinking sensation in my belly. I just knew that whatever Dak said next, I was going to end up doing it against my better judgement. He was too smart for my own good by far.
“My happiness is your number one goal; is it not?”
I nodded cautiously not sure where the landmine in that question was but knowing it was there waiting for me to step on it.
“You’ll do whatever is within your power to give me pleasure?”
I nodded even more cautiously this time. I could feel the trap closing on my tail, but I wasn’t exactly sure what the trap was. Dak knew I’d do anything for him and that making him happy made me happy.
“Good. Tying me up sometimes during sex will make me happy. Sometimes spanking my ass before fucking me will make me very happy. Doing both things on occasion will make me deliriously happy. I want you to do that for me in reality and not just in the dream world. Make me happy, Tyh.”
I’d swear to all the gods above and below that I actually heard the trap snap shut on me.
“Dak, I’ve explained why that’s not a good idea.” I tried to reason with him even as my cock perked up at the idea of spanking Dak’s ass before fucking him into the mattress.
Dak stared pointedly at my hardening cock and gave me an oh really look.
“That I’d enjoy doing that is beside the point,” I said with a little exasperation. “I don’t want to lose control and accidently hurt or injure you.”
Dak pinned me with a steely look, and gods help me, I wanted him again just because of that look alone. I could feel it in my gut that he was about to deliver his killing blow to my argument, and I couldn’t figure out what to say to counter him since he didn’t seem to be buying my telling him that I might hurt him. I was about to be so very doomed.
“What evidence do you have to support this theory that you’ll lose control and hurt or injure me? Evidence, Tyhlian. Not thoughts or feelings or fears. I want clear examples of when you’ve hurt me physically with the intent of causing me pain for pain’s sake and not because we both find a little pain to be pleasurable in the right sexual situation,” Dak said as he folded his arms across his chest and gave me a hard look that somehow managed to be expectant and not triumphant, even though he clearly was.
Crap on a stick. I could tell him what the voices suggested I do to him but those were only words, and he knew I’d die before I’d let the voices push me into truly hurting him. Stars be damned. He’d backed me neatly into a corner, and I couldn’t argue my way out of it with any of the facts he was asking me to present because there were none. I could say what might happen until I was out of breath and blue in the face but there was no guarantee that what could happen, would. He knew he had me and was just waiting for me to cave under his air-tight logic. Being in a relationship with a professional negotiator could really suck in some aspects. When I didn’t say anything, Dak gave me a brilliant smile.
“Excellent. I’m glad we’ve finally cleared that up. I don’t expect that sort of thing every time we have sex or even every other time, but I do want to play those sorts of games with you in reality more than just once in a while. I never thought I would, but there’s something about being with you that makes it exciting and arousing. I trust you to always keep me safe, Tyh. It thrills me to the very tips of my hair just thinking about being bent over your lap and soundly spanked.”
The tiny growl that twisted from my throat couldn’t have been stopped if I’d tried. Dak was right. Again. I really liked the idea of paddling his ass and then cramming my dick into him. Dak bit his bottom lip suddenly and looked at me shyly through his ridiculously long eyelashes. He looked adorable when he did that, but I felt a sense of resignation drop over me at the same time. Whatever he was going to ask, I’d do when he looked at me like that. He had my nuts in the palm of his hand, and I couldn’t even seem to be bothered by that.
“Is it considered really rude to hurry off to the washroom after anal sex?” he asked in a low voice.
“Err, no? Why? What’s wrong? Oh gods, I really did hurt you, didn’t I?” I asked as panic shot through me so fast, I felt a touch dizzy.
“No. I’m starting to feel a little tender but fine. It’s just....” Dak paused and ducked his head down as if he couldn’t look at me, “As hot as it was to feel you come in my ass, it feels kinda gross dribbling out now, and I’d like to get cleaned up, please.”
I started to laugh as relief washed through me. I couldn’t help it. I thought it was funny as hell that he could talk about my tying him up and spanking his ass before fucking him but get all embarrassed about my come trickling out of his ass. Dak gave me an affronted look and his hair zipped off my body so fast, it was a wonder that I didn’t end up with friction burns. It wrapped around him like a living blanket and he rose from the bed, obviously miffed. He looked down his nose at me, and I had to work hard to suppress more snickering. He looked so cute when he was being prissy.
“Laugh it up, mister. This is the first time I’ve ever been in this position, and I had no idea what the etiquette for the situation was. You never seemed bothered by the sensation of my come dripping out of your ass, so I didn’t know if I’d be rude in excusing myself so soon after sex. I was trying to be polite. Maybe I should just lie there and make you clean me up since the mess is your fault to begin with.”
A snippy Dak was just so adorable, and his “threat” was no threat and way too good of an opportunity for me to pass on. I growled, grabbed him by the hips and slammed him to the mattress on his belly. The move startled him and forced an oof out when his chest hit the bed. I wasted no time in spreading his cheeks apart and immediately began licking him clean of my seed.
“Tyh! What are... that’s not... you shouldn’t... oh fuck.” Dak’s words stuttered to a halt and he exhaled with a shaky breath when I gently thrust my tongue into his well fucked hole and wiggled it.
I backed off the tiniest bit. “You said I should clean you up since the mess was my fault. I’m doing what you asked, Dak.”
He groaned, and I went back to licking him, making him squirm under me. I was hard again and as much as my body was telling me to mount him, I knew that would be too much too soon. I didn’t think he was ready to do my ass so soon after his orgasm, so that left either him giving me a blow job or jerking off. I still wasn’t sure what the sliaru had done to him, so getting his mouth on my dick was not an option as far as I was concerned. I gave him one final swipe with my tongue, rose to my knees, pressed a hand to his lower back to keep him in place and jerked my cock fast and hard.
Dak struggled to turn under my hand, and I growled at him, his resistance arousing me more. His hair flowed over me, and I knew I had only seconds before he’d pull me away with it if he was serious about moving. I snarled out a “Mine” and came over the perfect globes of his ass, my claws digging into his skin the tiniest bit. Dak gasped, and his entire body shivered as I spurted my release onto him. He managed to twist his upper body to stare at me as I panted and rubbed my cock through my white seed decorating his midnight skin. I was pretty sure that if I kept up what I was doing, in less than five minutes, I’d be more than ready to go again.
“Okay, that was really hot and felt completely naughty. I liked it, but now, I really need to get cleaned up. And no, I don’t think you should help me because I can only see it leading to my getting more... stuff on me,” he said as he managed to slip out of my firm grip with the help of his hair.
I snickered. “I’m in cycle, Dak. You’re going to be getting a hell of a lot of my spunk in you and on you for the next two weeks.”
Dak’s eyes widened in surprise before he gave me another of his brilliant smiles that made me feel like I was amazing and could do anything. He kissed me, and I barely restrained myself from yanking him tight to me and seeing if he was loose enough to get my cock into him without making him uncomfortable.
“I’m so happy to hear that, Tyh. I had thought you’d still try and fight me on the subject of doing me while you were in cycle. For someone who’s supposed to be seriously crazy, you’re actually a very reasonable man. I know it won’t be all the time for this cycle of yours, and quite frankly, if you need to get off as often as you just did, I don’t think I’m quite up to that level of anal action yet. But I think I could manage about fifty percent of the time, more or less. Thank you for being so reasonable and trusting me to know when I need a break.”
He kissed me again and left the bed, a sub-sonic sound of contentment coming from him as he walked to the tiny bathroom to get cleaned up. Even his hair seemed happy, floating around him like a cloud and brushing sensuously against things as he walked.
“You do realize that you just agreed to do him about half the time during this cycle, right?” said Almon, a fellow Awh’anise, with a muffled laugh.
I startled at hearing the voice in my head. They’d all been strangely, blessedly silent since I initially woke to the start of my cycle. I swore under my breath when I realized Almon was right. I groaned softly, and the voices started laughing at the situation I now found myself in. An Awh’anise male was guilty of thinking with his dick more than most males. Have one in cycle and it was pretty much the only thing we thought with. I wasn’t helped any by the fact that negotiation and getting people to do what they may not want to was Dak’s job, and he was damn fine at it.
If I was completely honest, I was excited at the thought of getting my cock in Dak again. I was also seriously worried I’d hurt him and that he wouldn’t say anything or be able to stop me. I was working myself into a fine fit of concern and stress when Dak exited the bathroom, walked directly to me, took my face in his elegantly strong hands and kissed me forcefully.
“Stop it, Tyhlian. I’m fine. I will be fine, and if I am not fine, you will be left in no doubt that I am having issues with something. I promise you that. I know absolutely that you will not hurt me on purpose and will do whatever it takes to keep from hurting me. I can feel that. We will make this work between us because it’s something we both really want. Trust me on this, Tyh.”
I nodded as I stared into Dak’s eyes, peace flowing through me as I realized that he utterly believed what he said. Hope bloomed in my chest that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to love me a little. I wished for that with all my heart, and if there was a god who had even a scrap of pity for me, he’d let me hear Dak say that he loved me before I died.
Xi’ y’lin vre’coo shal: My bonded soulkeeper of dreams —said by dominant Shal-hazal Lor’fei partner.
Ve-yul’io, shu’anad: I love you, braid partner (husband/wife).
Sliaru: Neuro-stimulant produced naturally by an Awh’anise when the three rows of pearls down the length of a male’s cock appear. Sliaru is secreted as a slick-feeling, rainbow hued film from the pearls. The flavour is described as honeyed fruit. When not in cycle, a male can choose whether or not the pearls appear. When in cycle, the pearls always appear as the main purpose of a cycle is to breed. Sliaru stimulates ovulation in females, increases a male’s fertility and produces euphoric-like pleasure in both parties.
Non-Awh’anise can have a wide variety of reactions to sliaru from heightened arousal, increased aggressiveness, toxic shock and even death. Until a species experiences sliaru, the effects are unknown and it is recommended that introducing another species to sliaru be done with caution.