“You’ve spent so much time distracting yourself with mylittle snake taintthat we’re probably only going to have time for one fast and dirty. I’m going to need to jerk the other one off in your bushes like a pervert.“ He raised himself up, remembering. “Speaking of your bushes,whyare you leaving your door open? What’s wrong with you? Do I need to have a talk with your parents?”
“This is when I would normally play my dead mom card but I would rather you just shut up and let me fuck you.”
A tickle at the back of his brain, but too much of his blood was rushing for it to penetrate.
Sumi bit her lip, turning to stare at her bedside table for a moment. “Can we try something? It’s gonna require a little bit of prep, but I think you’ll be happy with the results.”
Ranar held his breath when she coated his hand in the lubricant she pulled from the bedside table, using another generous blob on her own fingers to slicken herself.
“I need you to stretch me open a bit. I don’t think I’ll be able to relax my muscles enough to take you on my own.”
Her ass was like a full, ripe peach, thick and juicy. He liked gripping it, liked bumping into her from behind, feeling the roundness of her pressed to his tail. He tried not to lose too much of the lube to her skin, working a finger into her tight hole as she squirmed. He began to play with her clit as he worked in the second digit, enjoying the way she whimpered and jerked against him. She was close to coming again by the time he had a third finger inside her, choosing to curl his body, leaning in to suck on her clit until she came against his tongue for a second time. By the time she was coming down from the second orgasm of their afternoon, Sumi decided she was ready to take him.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had a partner willing to do this. The kitsune from up the street had taken one look at the swells of his shaft and said no, not that Ranar had done anything more than wave to her from his driveway in months.
Sumi gripped his front shaft tightly, instructing him on the back as she lowered herself slowly.
“Nice and easy,” he crooned into her hair. She was beautiful and brave, so much braver than he was. “You’re doing so good. You take my cocks so well.” He was several inches into her by then, his twin swells making her pause, breathing heavily. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, rocking up slowly, feelingher breath catch as he did so. “Brave for even trying. If this is all you can handle, this is fine, Sumi. This is all I need.”
At that, her eyes popped open. “No, it’s not. Stop selling your own needs short.”
The world went white as she dropped her weight, allowing gravity to force her body down on his cocks, crying out as she did so. Ranar gasped, wheezing. She felt incredible.
“Holy shit, it’ssomuch.”
Her voice was thin and strained and it was all he could do to keep a tight grip on his control.
Heneededto keep control, for her sake. She was doing this forhim. Why, he had no idea. Couldn’t explain it to himself if he tried. He was nothing to her, not really. The pathetic sap she had put out of business. If all this was was a pity fuck, it was still more than he deserved.
“You feel amazing. You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely move, you’re squeezing my cocks so well.” It was true. Ranar rutted against her, his tail coiling around her legs, holding her close.
She was breathing hard, her breath a forced wheeze, squeaking when his tail slipped between her thighs, nestling in beside her clit. Sumi began to gasp, her clit still swollen and sensitive, her arm reaching back to wrap around his neck. His mouth was drawn to that spot below her ear like a magnet, feeling her thighs tremble, his fangs grazing her skin. He wanted to bite her, mark her as his, which was the most foolhardy and inappropriate thing he'd considered in a summer full of bad decisions, but when she cried out, tightening around him, he was gone.
He had joked to Grace that he had blacked out the first time he had spent the night in Sumi’s bed, but this time was less of an exaggeration. Both cocks spasmed at once, clenched in the dual vise grip of her body, his fangs bit sunk into her tender flesh, andthe lack of blood in his brain nearly sent him sprawling to the floor.
When he was able to see straight again, he was flat on his back in her bed, with her tucked against his chest. They were both breathing hard.
“That took fast and dirty to a new level. You almost got me there.”
Ranar laughed weakly as she gingerly fingered the bite mark on her neck. He had pitched sideways, managing not to break the skin, but it would leave a bruise.Because that's just what you want her neighbors to whisper about,he thought wretchedly, gently raking his fingers through her hair.
“I always knew this big ass was going to be the MVP someday,” she went on. “Someday, I knew it would happen. I never would’ve guessed it was to provide more cushion for my naga lover’s pushin’, but I’ll take it. My students,” she went on with a laugh, “they used to saygyat! That’s what I had to put up with. This is so much better. And you’re a lot cuter.”
“You’re a teacher?” Something moved within him, a slithering in his chest, constricting around his lungs, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. That tickle again, something nestled in the folds of his grey matter, a connection he couldn’t quite attach.
Her head tilted up, eyes meeting his, her lip catching in her teeth. “I used to be. But I’m not anymore. I have something I wanted to ask you. I’m going to send you a nice invitation, don’t worry. This isn’t being prompted by the hot dp action, by the way, I was going to invite you anyway. But the club I’m in, we’re having a little ceremony. It’s nothing formal, just a way to celebrate everything we’ve been learning with friends and loved ones. I’d really love for you to be there. You’re the only person I’m asking, so if you don’t show up, I’m going to look like a realloser. Just putting that out there if it helps you make up your mind.”
By the time he was back in his own shop, Ranar couldn’t focus on anything. His lungs felt flipped inside out, something gnawing at the back of his brain that he couldn’t quite make out the shape of, one that left him discomfited just the same. He had agreed to attend her ceremony, and that, too, left him feeling ill at ease. He didn’t know why. He hated not knowing how to categorize his feelings, and she had left him feeling that way since the instant she had walked through his doors, months earlier.
Months ago. Not half a year ago.
And yet. The thought of blocking her number, of ignoring her presence entirely, shutting her out, left him despondent. She kissed him as though he mattered, and despite what Grace and his mother and daughter might think, Ranar couldn’t come up with a single reason why that should be so.
And yet.Turning to his laptop, once he was home, made his insides bunch, that constriction around his lungs growing tighter. But why? The ongoing chat with Pinky had been his solace. So why, then, did it leave his feeling stricken? Too many little things, too numerous to be inconsequential.
He sat there, leaning back on his coil, staring at the screen until the room had gone dark, not shaken from his reverie until Ruma came bursting into the room, showing off the sweater she’d bought while shopping with his mother. Ranar forced his attention away from the black screen, forced himself to be present where it mattered, and pushed aside the slithering worry in his mind.
. . . For now. Put this aside for now. And then figure out what’s going on.
