“I can bite myself and you lick it,” I suggested.
He nodded. “Okay, but we should wash the bites out after really well.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “And use the healing ointment.”
“That too.”
I got up, moving to lift his legs.
“I don’t think I can go again yet. You felt great, but um, my hole is kinda sore.”
It was, in fact, red and puffy. I didn’t see any blood however, so a good soak and the healing salve should help. Though he might need to repeat the treatment a few times tomorrow and every time I claimed his body, until it became accustomed to me. Cum was leaking out of his hole, and I couldn't resist the urge to push it back inside with my finger.
“Ohh, dirty,” he said, his tone mischievous despite the small wince, his cock giving a little jerk.
“No, what’s dirty is you,” I answered, my hand drifting up to spread the cum around his belly and chest.
“Bite now?” he begged.
I could refuse my rah-bee nothing. I grasped his wrist, bringing it to my mouth, and bit down so my fangs pierced his skin. He let out a garbled cry, which turned int a moan as my mating venom released, filling his veins to alter his scent.
“That feels so good,” he slurred as the venom took effect. I released him, lapping the punctures closed, before biting down on my own wrist, on the opposite side so that whenever we held those hands together, our mating scars from the bites would touch. My own venom did nothing to me, but the moment I lifted my bleeding wrist to his mouth, he latched on, his own teeth digging in, bruising my arms, He sucked and licked at my wrist, his saliva soaking my wound. I felt a light tingle and I knew then that while my Rah-bee had no fangs and no mating venom, that mixed with my venom, something in his saliva was reacting to trigger a change to my own scent.
My cock had gone stiff as I’d tasted and envenomated him. I reached down and began to roughly jerk myself with my free hand, coming quickly with a harsh cry of his name on my lips, my cum painting my Rah-bee’s chest. He released me, his pupils wide.
He stared at me silently for several heartbeats, then said, “Damn. Good thing we’re mates, because you just ruined me for any other man.”
38
ROBBIE
“You’ve ruined me for any other man.”
I’d actually said that. How could I have said something so very stupid, during what was in essence, our um, yeti wedding. Ha, essence! Aaaannnnd that’s how I’d managed to say that. My brain had been thoroughly broken so my inner Robbie had been free to let whatever occurred to him right on out.
Thankfully, Gree-Gree merely grinned proudly, showing his slightly bloodstained teeth off in a way that was, well, slightly terrifying but who was I to judge after dropping that clanger.
“Then it is just as well there will never be another male, my Rah-bee,” he said before getting up to fetch something to wipe us down. And to fetch a jar of healing ointment, it appeared.
“Let us out on robes and go to the pools,” he said after wiping most of the mess off us both. “We do not wish to soil our bedding and the water will make you feel better.”
I blushed, knowing he was referring to my abused hole.
“We do need to wash these bites out well,” I added.
He nodded. “Yes, it will help them close up and scar faster.”
“And avoid infection.”
“The venom will not allow sickness to enter via the wound.”
I blinked. “Really? Good to know.”
“Yes, but the venom only appears during mating.”
“Gotcha. No biting unless fucking.”
He nodded.
