My teeth bite into him. But suddenly, I pull away. His usual lavender scent is mixed in with something else. Something that is too sweet, too bitter, too ugly. My instinct is screaming that I should not mark him. That there is something rotten in him.
I wipe my mouth as he lifts himself. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Is it done?"
I glance at his neck. I have not even started yet. "Your smell…" I whisper, "It's preventing me to mark you."
"Then, I will wash first."
He gets up from the bed. He's about to enter the bathroom when he returns and lifts me off his bed.
"How about we wash each other? It's been a while since you washed me."
I did not respond. He places me in the tub and fills it with lukewarm water. Then he retrieves the brush and soap and sits behind me.
Without asking for permission, he brushes my back. Each of his touches warms my body, and I know it has nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
"Do you know ‌you smell sweet to me?" he asks.
I just nod. His smell had always been lavender to me. He smells nice, too. So, I don't understand why he smells like that earlier. Is it because of his women? Or is it because I am going to mark him even if he is a human?
Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me and starts to lick my neck. His palm lightly hovers over my nipple before he massages my chest. Then his fingers ‌touch the top of my nipple and start to play with it. Sometimes pinching and sometimes brushing over it. Before long, my body responds to his touches.
And he might have sensed my growing pleasure, because he whispers, "Kaiya, I love you so much."
I freeze. But he will not let off. His hand starts to move towards my crotch and touch my already throbbing mound. He lifts me and makes me sit on his legs.
"I am ecstatic to find you again."
He spreads my legs, and without a warning, he inserts his fingers inside me.
"And I am very happy you want me too," he adds before his fingers ‌move faster. My body starts to quiver and my head leans back on his shoulders. He wraps his arms around my waist, hindering my movements.
"Ah…" My body grows hot, even if we are both submerged in water.
When two of his fingers enter and his thrusting becomes faster, my body bends as I release around his fingers. It is too much! I groan and moan and I tremble in the water. He continuously licks the side of my face, as if it is something that can lighten up the strength of my orgasm.
When my shivers are done, I lay unmoving in his arms. I jerk when he pulls out his fingers. I look at it and see him licking my remaining juices on it.
"Don't… do that…" I breathe. "It's dirty…"
"I love it because I've done this to you."
Then he lifts and makes me face him. "Would you mark me now?" He lathers his neck with soap and brushes it. "Is this clean enough?" he asks.
There is another squeeze on my chest. The way he asked it, it's as if I find him dirty. My fingers lightly trace his neck, and his hips raise. It's the only time I realize that he already has an erection.
"You…"
He grins. "Busted, I guess. You are moaning so hard that I become hard in the process."
I lean towards his neck and I almost pull back, if not for his arms around me. He still doesn't smell good. I move to him again and sniff. He smells of lavender and soap. I open my mouth and am about to bite again at him when the rot envelops my senses. I pull back and pinch my nose.
"You still don't like my smell?" he asks, pained at my reaction.
"You smell just fine, but every time I try to mark you, there is…" a smell of decay and death. "… something else."
Wait, every time he is inside me, I always lose myself. I look back at his face. He looks hurt.
"I want you inside," I say.
His face lights up again. I raise myself and position myself in him. Then I sit down, taking his entire length inside me. Just him inside is already making me quiver in desire. Our moans start to mingle. Suddenly, he moves. He lifts me and makes me sit on him again. He shivers in desire, and I did as well.
And as our body continues to get into the rhythm of pleasure, I already lost track of the reason why I am doing this with him. When he screams in pleasure, and his juices warm my insides, something bursts inside me as well. I close my eyes as I release around him.
He hugs me tighter to his chest while we both breathe hard. "Kaiya, I promise, it's only you in my heart. So please don't… don't treat me as if I am no one to you…"
I pull back at his hold. How can he speak these words when his actions say otherwise? Angry at his conflicting words and actions, the main reason ‌I copulate with him again resurfaces in my mind.
I glance at his neck. I wrap my arms around him and ask the moon goddess to connect me to this human. No, I am not asking for a blessing. I am asking for protection for my child.
Then I bite into his neck. The overwhelming smell of decomposition assaults my nose, but I only dig my teeth deeper into his flesh. I am about to gag in distaste when he groans in pain. Yet, he only pulls my head closer to his neck, making the gash on his neck deeper.
The magic starts, it smells sweet and bitter, and everything is too much. But I already braced myself for this. I let the magic flow from inside of me, to my teeth, and into his neck, to his flesh.
Instead of pain, he moans. Both his hands tighten around my waist and on my head. I almost got distracted when his member enlarges inside me again.
"Oh, Kaiya, goddess…"
He squirms in my hold, but I know that he is also losing himself. His crotch starts to make a circling motion, which only overwhelms my senses while I am using magic. I want him to stop, but then, my hips start to answer his call to mate again.
When the last of my magic pours inside him, he screams in pleasure. Yet, I feel so unhinged that I didn't care if he was still releasing inside. I start to move faster, making myself impaled by his manhood. I start to scream my passion, my desire, when suddenly, I collapse into his arms as another wave of pleasure engulfs my senses.
Ah, I don't care anymore. I am gladly offering myself to him, just so his interest would never wane, so he won't throw us away. He can have me whenever he wants, whatever way he wants. I don't care anymore. I will be the King's whore, if that's what it will take to survive.
And before my body calms down, I fall unconscious in his arms.