Page 17 of Ulune's Daughter

He kisses me, right there in front of the museum, in plain sight. Something neither of us would have done even last semester. I’ve never wanted to hide my relationship with Luca, but homophobia is still a thing. A big thing on sports teams. Bevvy’s swim team is no exception. Most of my teammates know I’m with Luca, but they seem to follow the human military’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. As long as I don’t shove Luca in their faces, they can pretend I’m straight.

I kiss him back and press my forehead against his when he pulls back for air. We’re the same height, and I had no idea what a crazy thrill kissing someone my height would be until I kissed Luca for the first time.

The thrill hasn’t worn off three years later. I feel it all the way down my spine. My balls tighten.

“I should have come over last night,” I admit.

“Yes, you should have. Standing in Kellan’s spring all night’ll give you swamp foot.”

“You dick. You knew where I was?”

“Of course, I did. I’m a fucking cat, Rho. I’m a hundred times the stalker you’ll ever be. Come home with me. I’m going to suck all the sadness outta your dick until you believe this can work.”

“You’re insane.”

“You make me insane. Stop hiding from me. I’ll chase you to the ends of the Earth. You know I will. But it makes me vicious. You don’t want that. Stop fighting me and let me blow you until you forget your own name.”

I kiss him, nipping at his lower lip until he growls into my mouth and nips back. He doesn’t need to blow me to make me forget my name. Just kissing him makes my head spin so hard I forget every name but his.

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“Fuck,Rho, fuck, Rho, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luca groans out a chant of pleasure as I work him up again.

I’ve got him in the position I like best. Kneeling on his bed. His wrists cuffed to the top of the headboard. His back’s bowed now after I’ve wrung two orgasms out of him. His dayglo, tousled head hangs between his outstretched arms. His body’s wholly open, wholly vulnerable to me. I stroke him all over, running my fingers through his hair and scratching until his scalp must tingle. I slide my palms down the arch of his neck, over his shoulders and around to his chest, squeezing his pecs, bunched into handfuls by the position, pinching his little nipples, tracing his baby blond happy trail down to his cock which fills again as I work my hands over him.

I stroke his shaft and tug at his foreskin as his chant changes to pleas.

“What do you want, kit?” I growl, close to his ear. “You want my cock again?”

“Please. Please, Rho. Fuck, please.”

I leave one hand on his cock, loose, not stroking, tormenting him with the heat of my palm, while I slip the other around to his hole. His rim feels hot. I’ve used him hard already, taking my pleasure in his mouth and ass before I gave him any. Although that kind of denial is its own pleasure for Luca. I would go crazy if someone fucked me for an hour without stimulating my cock at all. Luca just drips and snarls and begs for more.

I work my fingers around his rim widdershins, pushing a little of my magic into him to lubricate and soothe. Keeping my masochist happy without actually hurting him is always a balancing act. When the skin cools a little and I feel the currents of his body flowing smoothly again, I take myself in hand and trace his hole with the tip of my cock.

Luca shudders and arches his back, angling his ass for more contact.

I tease him instead of giving it to him, pulling on his cock to keep him in place as I rub my cockhead up and down his sensitive crack.

His begging gains volume.

“You need it, kit? You want this cock in that little hole?”

He stretches desperately, even though it must shoot daggers up into his gut to have his foreskin pulled so taut. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me,” he chants.

I push the tip in and hold it there, grasping my shaft so he can’t push back and take any more than I’m giving him.

“What’s my kit need, hmm? Does he need a big cock stuffed up his ass?”

Luca snarls. “Don’t tease me! Give it to me. Give it to me, Rho!”

“Now that’s not very nice.” I push a little deeper, then draw back. “Be a good boy.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Luca chants.

With a groan and a chuckle, I push into him, easing my entry with my Element.

“Don’t,” Luca growls. “Don’t make it easy. Fuck me hard.”

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