“Animal,” Haru murmured.
“Yes. So? I mark territory. What of it?”
He laughed and at last came to me. He crept up over my body, forcing me onto my back. His palms came down to either side of my head. His messy braid trailed onto my breasts. I felt small suddenly, less Omos.
I looked at him and couldn’t see him as I had done when I was male. There was nothing of my appreciation for boyish features and physique. I didn’t see boyish anywhere. He was all man, muscles, heat. My skin prickled everywhere, and I had to force myself not to cower.
He’d been right. This girl, even with her tits, was only barely a woman.
“I can’t spend a lot of time on this,” he said.
“What do you mean?” My voice quavered again. My skin went hot and I knew I blushed a rosy hue.
“We have to get back to the ship before Sirran does something more stupid.” The sheet went off my hips. His knee replaced the clump of linen that had been between my legs. “Think about how this girl feels,” he murmured and slipped his fingers into my crack.
I froze, thinking…thinking that this wasn’t at all the same as when I was being a man. The sensation was just…intrusive.
“Hmm. See?” Haru said, his fingers retreating. “We don’t have time to do this right. Women don’t work like men. They can’t have pleasure unless they really want to.”
“They can’t?”
“No. They can’t. For a god, you’re particularly naïve. Did you know?”
I shoved at his chest, but he only hovered over me, grinning. Suddenly I felt like he was my big brother.
“Did she have a big brother?”
I blinked. “Uh…yes,” I answered. “And he was annoying.” I’d been eager, and now I was mortified, and that made me determined to get it over with despite everything. “Now! Just shove it in me now! Better you than Vaal.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why better me than Vaal?”
I stared up at him a few seconds and then said, “Because you didn’t laugh when it first happened.”
“I wanted to.”
“I know you wanted to. But you didn’t. You were…gentle with my feelings.” And having said this, suddenly I was hot with desire again. Intrusion sounded like a very good thing. His intrusion. “Haru!” I whispered. “I need! I need!”
The heat that shot down into my groin was the same, yet different. My hips lurched up, and my softness rubbed against his leg. Gentle amusement fled his expression. His lips went lax. His eyes half shut, and there was nothing soft about what my hands groped for below his navel.
“Oh! Please! Please, Lord!”
“Gods,” he gasped, put my legs around his hips, and made the first thrust quick and deep. There was pain, but there was also this filling that wasn’t quite like anything I’d experienced before. The initial hurt seemed trivial after.
Or perhaps he’d healed me.
“Yes, I healed you. Not much time for this,” he reminded.
He retreated and lunged in again. I grunted, felt the heat of him, the hardness, the intrusion, and I groaned, pleasure bursting from my groin and flaring along the lower part of my abdomen.
He ploughed into me twice more, then locked me to his hips, lifted up, and turned to sit on the bed. I moaned, for the movement had lodged him deeper than before. The sensation was incredible, momentarily a bad ache, and then a spreading pleasure that left me breathless.
He leant back on one elbow. “Ride,” he whispered. “Not up and down. Just rock against me until you take your pleasure.”
Rock?
“Trust me! Rock!” He grabbed my hips and forced me to pivot forward, then back. “Like that. But faster. Rub your cunny into my groin. Unh!”
Creation. The noises he made. Even while female, the sound of his pleasure scorched me.
I tried a tentative rocking motion. Haru fell back onto the bed and shoved his hips upward, bringing his shaft harder into my centre without my actually rising off him.
“Oh!”
“Again!”
I thrust against him, ground down, felt his pubic hairs at first, then felt nothing but a need to grind harder and win more bliss. The pleasure wasn’t just inside me now. It coalesced in the small nub hidden in soft folds. The nub pressed hard against him, exposed, wanting, needing.
I ground on him again. The orgasm approached, faster than I anticipated, yet still not in the same manner as when I was a man. There wasn’t any aching shaft and tightening balls. There was this other tightening, the burn of too much tension in my centre, even in my anus, inciting me to squirm harder. Creation, a woman’s cunny was a miracle.
Haru’s hands travelled up my flanks, cupped over my small breasts, then retreated just enough to let him pinch, between forefinger and thumb, each pink nipple.
“Oh! Lord!” The shocks that went through me, down my body and straight into my sex; my motions became faster, more frantic, and all he did was delicately roll my nipples back and forth.
“Kiss me, girl. Let me fuck your mouth with my tongue.”
Ah, damn. How he knew the right moment to go from gentle to coarse, I had no idea, but his crudity burned right through me. Moaning, I lowered to him, while he pinched me and shoved his hips up to make me feel his presence better. His tongue went into my mouth, and I had an orgasm unlike any orgasm before.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!”
I squeezed him, squeezed, released, clamped, and felt as if I milked the seed out of him, because he came, and his hardness and his heat gave me that much more pleasure.
I lay on him after, not quite done with the orgasm, just riding out the smaller waves. He didn’t push me to finish, only waited until the last wave receded and I was ready to settle back into clarity. “It was certainly different,” I murmured.
“You’ll have to tell me some day.”
“But you must have known. You told me how,” I answered.
Drowsiness fled. I did not move away, just lay limply on his chest and stared across the room at the wardrobe athwart the door, worried that he’d known, so very well, how to please a virgin. How had he known?
“I talk to women, Omos. It’s that simple.”
Oh. That was all. He wasn’t just better at fucking because he had some sort of magical gift, or that he’d been so horribly in love with some woman, he’d sacrificed months to perfect his talent at pleasing her.
His chest heaved with laughter and made me jiggle. “That’s not funny,” I complained. “Because it seems like a divine gift, the way you always know what to do.”
“But I pay attention. That’s all. Even you can pay attention. With practice. Actually, you should be better than me. Not all of the women you ate were innocent virgins.”
I lifted up and smacked him over the scars on his left side. “Don’t avoid my questions! Were you born paying attention, then? Because you’re too good at this!”
Why was I complaining? Too good was perfect, and yet I whined and pouted.
“No! I was as obtuse as the next man, the first woman I was with. What are you thinking? I had to learn, and it so happens that Brellin women will say what they want. If I was born fortunate, then it was because I was born Brellin.” He turned and dumped me on the bed. “Change back into Omos of the Ether. You’re being such a girl.”
“A what?” I shrieked.
He lifted to a stand, his expression caustic. “A girl! A jealous girl! And of women you never knew and cannot take from my memory. Should I be jealous of all the women that you were with, that you locked beneath your skin?”
I gaped up at him, thinking yes, be jealous. Be madly jealous. And come fuck me silly again.
“Omos! We have to leave this manor!”
“I don’t want to,” I whined, but in the next instant changed my mind.
The wardrobe creaked against the floor. Someone was forcing the door open.
Vaal! I smelled the scent of Vaal, wafting through the widening crack.
I was Omos of the Ether so quickly the skin change crackled. I gasped, hurting everywhere, but not from the broken toe. Apparently I had set that back to rights while the shape had been hidden away.
Vaal poked his head around the door to look in at us and grinned, a gesture at once playful, attractive, and purely evil. “You made breakfast for me! How nice of you.”
He was less human in appearance than yesterday, with the black eyes of the shark again and pearly incrustations shining on the visible skin of his arm. The black patches lined the outer parts, caught the faint light from the window and created a lustrous, dark blush on him.
While I gaped, he shoved the door open further. A faint shark outline rammed inward, coming through his body to bite into one of the corpses on the floor. Vaal’s human avatar was unaffected, but the corpse became a mangled mess that the shark ripped into chunks. Haru averted his face, but remained standing next to me.
“You’ve made it impossible to get in here through shadows,” Vaal said, moving toward him. “Why have you done this?”
Get in through shadows? Ah, hell. I’d forgotten that. Vaal could have interrupted my first attempt at coitus using my own cunny any time he’d liked, but Haru had seen fit to protect my feelings and blocked Vaal’s approach.
Realizing this, I endeavoured to stop thinking loudly, though lately I hadn’t had much success muffling my thoughts. Now I understood that this was because I was too crowded inside to keep any thoughts hidden. All my little people were shouting to get out.
Haru glanced at me, and I realized he was helping with that as well. I almost turned into a puddle of relief, slumping on the bed.
“Something happen here?” Vaal said, looking from me to Haru and back. His gaze narrowed. “I smell a girl in here.”
“We had one earlier,” Haru replied. “She was a sensitive. She’d have seen you, had you entered through shadows.”
“A sensitive?” Vaal bent a keen regard on him. “Where is she now?”
“The trouble frightened her off. Must you eat those while I’m present?” He referred to the corpses by the door.
“Don’t be so squeamish. If you can chop off their heads, you can watch me eat them.”
But Haru preferred not to watch. He slipped around the bed, aiming for his clothes, but Vaal lunged forward and caught him, to clasp his arms around Haru’s waist and crush his front up against Haru’s back. “The smell of this girl is all over you. Was she pretty?”
Haru grunted from the pressure on his abdomen and suffered one of Vaal’s hands coming up over his sternum to squeeze his breath out further. “Very,” he wheezed.
“I smell her blood. Why did she bleed?”
“She was a virgin. Unh!”
Vaal’s arms had tightened again. His expression was suddenly fierce when it had only been mildly interested before. “You had a virgin? Without letting me watch?”
Haru croaked an answer. “I told you. She was a sensitive.”
“Yet she agreed to Omos? If you could get her to agree to Omos, you could have gotten her to agree to me.” Vaal leant in over Haru’s shoulder, and Haru stared straight ahead, his features too impassive. “What aren’t you telling me, Haru?”
“Where to find her,” he answered.
Vaal bit him on the curve where shoulder met neck.
“Aah!”
I shot to my feet. “Vaal!”
Vaal lifted his head to glare at me, Haru’s blood streaming down his chin. “Fuck you! I leave you alone with him, and you convince him to hide things from me!”
“What? You can only share him if you have total control of his every action? Is that it? Were you lying that you loved me? I’m just a convenient fuck toy that shouldn’t have a mind of my own? Needs of my own? Is Haru the same? This is what you did to me when I was with Blessed Land! You haven’t changed at all!”
“I never bit Blessed Land.”
“You bit me!” I shouted. “You think you own Haru! Just like you thought you owned me!”
“I do own Haru!” he snarled.
Haru wheezed a soft noise of pain, and I looked down his body to see Vaal’s black fingernails grown long and sunk into Haru’s flesh along his right flank. I stared, frozen, mystified that Haru would permit this abuse. He could have blasted Vaal from the room if he wanted.
I frowned. Or could he? That scarification on his chest had dedicated him to Vaal. He was a sacrifice, given over by his people.
Damn. Vaal did own him. There were times Haru could not fight, and this seemed one of them. He could not deny the god who had set a mark on his soul, not without paying a price of helplessness…if his loyalty was in question.
My eyes lifted from the rivulets of blood. We stared at each other, Vaal and I, and his lesser shark manifestation swam in from the door and crossed between us. I didn’t look at it, but felt its cold intent wash through me.
With regards to Haru, we were not lovers, but two powers balanced on a fulcrum, but the balance was never to be perfect. The fulcrum was forever to favour Vaal, or there would be war.
Vaal turned, enough for me to view Haru’s left side. Vaal had driven his black spikes into flesh above the scarification. The shark symbol had blood in its mouth. The dragon seemed to be injured.
“Your son is mine as well, Omos. Do you understand? I have him in my teeth!”
Yes. Intana’s head was trapped in Vaal’s circle. Only his body rested outside, but a body was useless without a head. Yes, I understood. At last.
“You’ve polluted Haru.”
Vaal’s fierce glare went brittle, almost widened with surprise, and then bittered. “Is that what you think?”
I walked forward, and when I answered, my voice was calm. “Yes, it’s what I think. But I can’t blame you. I would have done the same, had I met him first.” I stopped in front of them and knelt. I gently tugged one ebony fingernail out of Haru’s skin, then another. “But I was never as wise as you, never had the self-control. You kept him alive, but I probably would have eaten him.”
I set my lips on a puncture, tasted blood, shut my eyes, moaned. Oh, but he tasted fine, Haru. He tasted so fine. I pulled another finger away, kissed again, tasted again, healed another wound. One after another, I sealed the ruptures in his flank, and then rose up to do the same for his chest.
Vaal said nothing, just watched, but his expression had gone from bitter to hungry. And mistrustful. I sensed the shark manifestation swimming the air near my back.
“How is it that you’ve always had more self-control than me, Vaal?” I murmured against a wound. My eyes shut again. Bliss, to taste this man I would never consume, perfect that Vaal would always protect him from me. “A shark,” I whispered, “a shark that smells weakness and doesn’t strike to kill.”
I licked a line of blood across Haru’s collar bone and set my mouth on the bite mark on his right shoulder, listened to Haru’s laboured breathing, felt a heat that had little to do with outrage. Vaal’s heat. It had become needy, and the intent of the ephemeral shark to my back was muddied with indecision.
I slid a hand down Haru’s leg and drew it up by the knee. With my other hand, I slipped my fingers through a rivulet of his blood and stroked it into his exposed anus.
“He’s yours, Vaal. You’ve bloodied him, shown us your dominance. Now claim him.”
“What are you doing, Omos?” Vaal asked. Indecision, it was still there, but now a scent of passion wafted through it.
I pressed in on Haru and kissed Vaal. “I’m giving in,” I said, pulling away. “I’m conceding the battle. I’m saying this isn’t a war. Now fuck him while I lick all this blood.” I put my face against Haru’s wounded neck again, to kiss more of the injury away.
Motion to the rear of Haru, the leg in my grasp jerking upward, his hips bucking forward, the toes of his other foot coming off the ground. A grunt, breathing more laboured. “Ease up on his chest, Vaal.”
Vaal’s arms relaxed, but didn’t
release. I licked up to Haru’s ear, spreading blood, pulled back to look at him a second, saw the flash of caution in his eyes, and turned my gaze away at once.
Not yet. Not yet. Appease Vaal a little more.
I went back to tasting blood, sucked on the closing wounds, moaned, and trembled, shuddered each time Vaal’s thrusts knocked Haru’s body into mine. Vaal grabbed Haru’s raised leg and exposed more of him. “Suck on him!”
A command easily obeyed. If Haru’s blood made me tremble, his seed in my mouth brought ecstasy. For a mortal-bred man, he tasted divine. Better than divine, because the flavours of mortality were still there, always drawing my beast onward.
I lowered to my knees and took him in. He was half-staff, but hardened with a few relentless tugs inward.
“Unh!”
Creation, I would never be tired of the noises he made.
Vaal’s motions became more aggressive and forced Haru’s shaft deeper into my throat. I took my sex in my hands and stroked it in time with Vaal’s violence.
Vaal, you stupid fucker. You polluted him with your obsessive need to own. You put some of your cruelty into him. Haru hid it well, but a beast lived under his skin.
Yes, I understood now. Intana hadn’t simply surrendered the symbol of his eternal devotion to Haru. He’d had it ripped from his soul. That shark around Haru’s left nipple wasn’t just Vaal’s emblem any longer. It was Haru’s. Haru had taken Intana between his teeth.
I growled thinking this, and Haru cried out like I was murdering him.
“Aiee!” He shuddered hard and shot warmth into me. I pulled back to catch what I could in my mouth. Vaal groaned and did a few more furious lunges into Haru, and I rose up, Haru’s seed in my mouth, and pulled Vaal’s lips to mine. I raped him with my tongue, and he moaned like he would collapse of a burst heart.
Haru’s hands cupped my balls and grasped my shaft. One stroke over the head, and it was I that moaned like I’d burst my heart.
Ah, Creation! Haru! I love you! Hate Vaal, love Vaal. Shit! What were we going to do?
Nothing, he whispered. Nothing.
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