Monqilcolnen asked instead, “Will it bother you to know the exact number?”
I gave it some thought before answering, “No. I assume you’re over a decade older.”
“I am thirty-seven.”
Thirteen cycles separated us. That was greater than usual for courting couples, but it wasn’t great enough to bother me. I asked, “What’s your inner fire?”
I could feel him smile against me. “I’m relieved my advanced age doesn’t bother you.”
It was my turn to scoff. I swatted his butt with my tail, and he coiled his tail around mine, making me groan. I had never enjoyed holding tails before him. Monqilcolnen was special, which didn’t surprise me. Iwascourting him.
“You’re not old,” I told him.
“I am older than you.”
“You are.” There was no denying it. “But it doesn’t matter. I want you.” I cuddled back, closing my eyes when his cock shifted inside of me and prodded the cluster of nerves deep inside of me, sending a shock of electricity through me.
“I want you too.”
“Good. Now, inner fire.”
“I’m not ready to tell you.”
That wasn’t too shocking. Many people didn’t feel comfortable revealing their inner fire. As I assumed earlier, his inner fire must be rare. Some were exceedingly powerful, not to mention dangerous if abused. Crown Prince Hallonnixmin, for example. He had a persuasive inner fire. He could convince anyone about anything, which was a terrifying thing in a ruler, but he’d always been open about his inner fire, trying to build people’s confidence in him. It had worked, as far as I could tell.
“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t mind. Mine is telekinesis,” I said.
“How helpful.”
“It can be.”
He asked, “How much can you lift?”
“A decent amount, but I’m not the strongest at it.” I’d taught Caleb on and off over the cycles, and I was stronger than him, but still, my gift was rather weak.
“Some water?”
“Are you thirsty?” I asked with a laugh.
“No.” He squeezed me. “Besides, I don’t want to move yet.”
I flexed my hole around him, and he groaned. I confessed, “I’m not ready yet either.”
His claws dragged over my shoulder, making me shudder. “Perhaps we can fuck again in a bit.”
“I would enjoy that.”
Cheek on my shoulder, he asked, “Did you pick an endearment for me yet?”
“Not yet. Do you have any suggestions?”
“I want you to pick one for me,” he whispered. “Just you.”
Something inside of me warmed. Monqilcolnen wanted me, just me, to create an endearment for him. I promised, “I will soon.”
Monqilcolnen groaned, rocking into me as his cock started to swell. One of his hands grabbed my shaft and pumped, making me whimper from the sensitivity. I thickened under his palm and began rutting into his hand.
“Fuck me again,” I begged.
