Call me Kai

           It was late. The sun had long since set and your irritation had grown with each passing hour. You were about to give up and head to bed when Wukong finally walked through the door. He froze midstep, surprised to see you waiting in the guest chambers. Not your shared room where he had left you alone for nearly a week. A discontent you could no longer stand to suffer.

            The monkey’s wide eyes barely met yours before nervously flitting away. With a swish of his cape and dangling feathers, he spun around to make a hasty exit.

            “Wukong.”

            He halted at your voice, hovering just over the threshold. For a moment, you feared he would ignore you and leave anyways. But instead, he heaved a weary sigh and reluctantly turned to face you. “Yes, my Peach?”

            At a glance, he looked unwell. His whole body stood taunt as a bowstring yet swayed like a reed in the wind. The fur along the edges of his armor was rumpled and damp with sweat. His breaths were quiet pants, heavy and raspy in the silent room. A flush crept up his neck while the mask around his eyes was a vivid, feverish red. It made the golden gaze aimed at you bright and sharp in contrast.

            If you didn’t know any better, you would still believe his claims of feeling under the weather and sequestering himself for your health. But you did know better now. And you were very unhappy to have found out from the others. Not him.

            Wukong watched you warily as you slowly stood and crossed your arms. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

            “I did, Peaches,” he said with a weak chuckle. “I promise, I’ll feel better soon. It’s really nothing to worry–”

            “Do not lie to me!” you cut him off sharply. He stilled at your cold tone, only his tail daring to twitch anxiously at his heels. “I know. The other monkeys told me. About your mating season and your…urges.”

            Shock, horror, and anger flickered across his face before finally settling into shame as he avoided your expectant stare. “In my defense, I didn’t lie; it really does make you feel awful,” he mumbled, looking more uncomfortable by the second. “I’m sorry you found out this way, Peaches. You deserve to know but I wasn’t sure if you were ready.”

            “Why not?” You crossed the room to stand before him, keeping a careful balance between stern and sympathetic. “We’ve been married for nearly a year now. I’m your wife, your queen, Sun Wukong. Don’t you think I want to help you anyway I can? Don’t you trust me?”

            His fierce gaze snapped to you, appalled by the question. “Of course I do!” Furred knuckles brushed against your cheek in a consoling gesture. “But you’re only human.”

            Your heart broke hearing those words. They were words you heard often. Whispered words of spiteful demons that looked down on humans. Petty words you dismissed as envious gossip by those who thought you couldn’t hear. Haunting words you pretended didn’t make you doubt your place by your husband’s side. Painful words you never dreamed of hearing your beloved Monkey King utter.

            The slap echoed around the room before you even realize you had raised your hand. Wukong looked as surprised as you felt; head jerked to one side, eyes wide and staring into the distance, and cheek ruddy where you had struck him. Guilt flooded through you only to be immediately overshadowed by your indignant fury.

            “How dare you!” The words hissed and crackled like the flames of a growing inferno. “I have shared a home, a kingdom, a marital bed with you! And now I’m suddenly an undesirable mate because I’m not a demon?!”

            Wukong shook himself from his daze but stayed eerily still, only his eyes flashing towards you. His stare was intrigued, almost amused, the brilliant gold tinged with a glowing red you had never seen before. The corner of his mouth curled into an ominous smile, revealing the points of his sharp teeth. Cold dread prickled down your spine, an unfamiliar feeling when it came to your husband. In a move as quick as lightening, he grasped your wrist and yanked you closer. His other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned to his side while your offending hand was held up before him.

            “Undesirable?” he repeated, the word nearly a growl under his breath. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, my Peach. I’ve done nothing but desire you for nearly a week now.”

            A careful kiss was pressed into your palm, the edge of a sharp fang tracing over delicate skin. It soothed the slight ache you felt settling in from wrist to fingertip. With his soft fur and tender embrace, it was easy to forget Wukong was made of stone and completely immune to something as mundane as a slap.

            “But you are human.” The tip of his tail pressed against your lips, shushing any argument your wounded pride might try to conjure. Wukong raised a stern brow before continuing, “It is neither a flaw nor an insult; simply a fact I can’t allow myself to forget. I’m no fool. I’ve seen the vulnerability of mortals firsthand. And my strength is devastating even by demon standards. You are many things, my Peach; strong, smart, brave, beautiful, caring. But you are also fragile, like porcelain wrapped in silk.”

            The monkey nuzzled your captured hand, relishing in the brush of fingers through fur. There was a desperation in his eyes, a burning need that found solace in your gentle touch. It settled him, grounded him, kept him focused and in the moment.

            “I had to keep my distance,” he admitted, almost apologetically. “Not just for your safety but for my own sanity as well. The heat clouds the mind and heightens the senses until only the most bestial urges remain. It can be dangerous and you’re too precious for me to risk losing control. The day I bring you to harm, even accidentally, is the day I surrender myself to Yama and his court.”

            Dramatic? Yes. Over the top? Absolutely. Actually possible? More than likely knowing your monkey and the chaos he used to create in his youth. It was both sweet and a little unsettling to hear the depths of his conviction. But any objections could be voiced later. For now, you had an explanation for Wukong’s strange behavior. And, if you were lucky, you could offer a solution.

            “There’s no need for such worries,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his reddened cheek. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”

            Wukong cocked his head curiously, puzzled by your words.

            “I want to help you, Wukong.” The offer was blunt but sincere despite the nervous flutter in your chest. “I love you and trust you to never hurt me. Whether you trust yourself, I leave to your wisdom and will accept whatever decision you make. Just no more lies, okay?”

            He stared down at you for a long moment, eyes smoldering with barely contain lust. Excitement curled in your core and pulsed between your legs in a rush of slick desire. The demon’s nose flared and his red-gold gaze flashed at your eager scent. His unbreakable hold at your waist tightened, hugging you close enough to feel his feverish body through his armor.

            “I really have been quite the fool, haven’t I?” Wukong said somewhere between a purr and a growl. “Please, allow me to make it up to you, my mate.”

            You were hauled into a fierce kiss, all tongue and teeth and unleashed passion. Hungry fangs nipped your lips while sharp claws tore at your robes, eager to feel the soft skin underneath. Your hands were just as busy, loosening the ties that held his armor together to toss it away piece by piece.

            In no time, you were both bare, pressed as close as possible with nothing left to keep you apart. Toned muscles and silky fur rubbed against you while Wukong groped and caressed every part of you he could reach.

            Clumsy steps tried to guide you towards the bed but your back bumped into a table blocking the path. The delay was too long for Wukong who broke the kiss only to spin you around to face away from him. Before you could reorient yourself, a hand gripped your hip and another cupped the nape of your neck to bend you over the wooden surface. Any objections you had to the treatment where quickly forgotten when he crowded forward to mount you.

            “Oh how I’ve dreamt of this.” His words were a ravenous but his hold was gentle, always gentle, keeping pinned you under him. You didn’t doubt that a simple shove would be enough to escape his careful clutches. “My lovely Peach. So soft, so delicate, so eager. Just waiting for me to satisfy your every desire.”

            The proud jut of his manhood brushed your inner thigh, leaving a smear of his own anticipation from the dripping tip. It drove you wild, teasing you with promises of passion and pleasure. You couldn’t stifle the wanton moan when he lifted your hips and bucked between your legs, finding your pussy already wet and wanting just for him.

            “Last chance to change your mind, Peaches.” The thumb stroking the racing pulse point of your throat was soothing but the hot glide of his cock between your slick lips scattered your remaining thoughts like leaves in the wind. You whined and arched into him when his flared head rutted against your sensitive clit. “I’ve held back for so long but once I get started, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. If I lose control or hurt you…”

            Nearly a week’s worth of sexual frustration shortened your patience and sharpened your tongue. “Sun Wukong, if you don’t treat me like a proper mate and give us both relief, I swear I’ll– ahhhhh!”

            “If you insist.”

            The first stretch of his tip breeching your needy quim felt like heaven. He was gentle but not slow, spearing you open as he pushed his way in. You mewled and squirmed under his hold, feeling every inch of his length split you until he was sheathed up to the hilt. Having him nestled so hot, hard, and deep scratched a primal itch while also making you crave more of what was to come.

            Wukong panted harshly above you, his grip possessive where he held you down. “You always take me so well, Peaches,” he rumbled deep in his chest. The instant he felt your walls relax around him, Wukong’s hips reeled back then snapped forward, punching a surprised moan out of you. “Feels so good, made just for me, my perfect little mate. Can’t wait to fill you, breed you, make you mine.”

            His pace was fast and rough, driven by mindless instincts and feral lust. Every hard, pounding thrust trembled through your core and fanned the aching need in your belly higher and hotter. You felt his tail looped around your thigh before spreading your legs further apart. His cock slammed deeper and coaxed you to screams of pleasure while he fucked you like a bitch in heat.

            Too soon, the coil in your loins twisted tight enough to leave you delirious. Wukong wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering and shaft throbbing against your clenching walls.

            “Please!” you cried out, clutching the table in a white knuckled grip. “Wukong!”

            “Almost,” Wukong groaned in response. The thrusts became messy and frantic as he chased his finish. “So close, Peaches. So good. Can’t–!”

            A deafening snarl tore through the room like thunder as the demon buried himself deep. He twitched then spilled into you with hot, spurting pulses. The heat filled your aching core but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. You let out a broken sob when you felt your own neglected orgasm begin to slip away.

            Wukong leaned over you, warm chest pressed to your trembling back and face nuzzling against yours. Quiet shushes soothed your distress and a featherlight touch brushed away your tears. “My poor Peaches,” he cooed, voice like silk to your ears. “Don’t worry, I would never leave my lovely mate wanting.”

            He bucked forward, grinding his rock-hard length inside you. Sparks of pleasure reignited your desire and only climbed higher with every roll of his hips. Heat burned through you, settling in your core like white-hot coals.

            “Wukong!” you cried out between broken moans. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter, your peak looming closer and closer. “Ah ah AHH–! Wukoooooong!”

            You screamed in ecstasy as fireworks burst behind your eyes. Pure lust crackled along your spine like a strike of lightning, tingling your fingers and rippling over you in a haze of passion. But, instead of slowing as satisfaction settled through you, Wukong’s thrusts grew stronger and faster. His cock pounded into your fluttering pussy, fucking you through your first orgasm and rousing you towards an overwhelming second.

            “That’s right, Peaches,” he grunted. “We’re far from finished.”

            You moaned when he hilted himself and filled you with more of his wet heat. Most of it trickled out of your overstuffed quim and slicked your thighs in a mix of both of your essence. Wukong either didn’t notice or didn’t care, plunging himself impossibly deeper and triggering your second climax in a mind numbing rush and voiceless scream.

            Wukong captured you in a frenzied kiss, swallowing your whimpers when his hips started to move again. He broke away to trail sweet, loving bites along your throat while you lustfully sang for him. “I’ll see more of your pleasure before the night is through.”

            You lost count of how many times your passion peaked. Or how many times Wukong filled you with his own. It all became a blur of overwhelming bliss; velvety fur against sensitive skin, bruising gropes and stinging kisses, desperate thrusts into your eager pussy The last thing you remembered were endless waves of lust as Wukong bred you with yet another load of his hot, heavy seed. Ecstasy gave way to exhaustion, your vision faded to darkness, and you knew no more.

            When your senses returned, it was to the brush of soft fur against your cheek and a rumbling purr in your ear. You peeked a bleary eye open, finding yourself in bed and cuddled against Wukong’s chest. The instant he felt you stir, the monkey gathered you close to peppered sweet kisses across your sleepy face.

            “Welcome back, my Peach,” he murmured with a final smooch to your nose.

            You yawned and snuggled in his embrace, reluctant to wake. “What time is it?”

            “Just before dawn. I wore you out quiet thoroughly, it seems.” The words were loving and playful but his stare held undeniable concern. “How are you feeling? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

            Blinking the last of the haze away, you took quick stock of your body. Your skin was sticky and itched with half dried fluids and shed hairs. Everywhere was sore, especially the tender space between your legs. The hand you had slapped Wukong with ached a bit but your fingers still bent and curled without issue. Scratches and claw shaped bruises framed your hips and a mark circled your thigh where his tail had coiled itself. Your neck stung with little love bites and your shoulder throbbed where the demon’s teeth had left his claim. But under it all was a bone deep satisfaction you couldn’t help but bask in.

            “I’m fine, just a little sore,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his doubtful frown. “Nothing a bath and some rest can’t remedy.”

            Wukong sighed in relief and nuzzled your temple. “I think that can be arranged.”

            You gingerly sat up to see him properly, his arms reluctant to loosen their hold. The red flush still framed his bright eyes and his fur was a ruffled mess but the tension he had carried for nearly a week was finally gone. “What about you? Feeling any better?”

            “For now. But our urges come and go in waves. No doubt I’ll feel their influence again soon.” His hand cradled your jaw, coaxing to you to meet his remorseful gaze. “I’m truly sorry for not telling you all this sooner. You deserved to know and have every right to be angry with me. Can you forgive an old monkey his foolishness?”

            You smiled softly and leaned into his gentle touch. “I’m not angry with you, Wukong. I just needed to know the truth. I’ll forgive you as long as you promise one thing.”

            He nodded in eager agreement. “Anything.”

            “No more secrets,” you said, firm and final. “No more lies, no more hiding things. We have to trust each other and be honest, no matter the situation. Can you promise me that?”

            “Of course, my Peach.” His forehead pressed against yours while his thumb traced the delicate blush blooming along your cheek. “I promise.”

            “Thank you. I’m sorry for slapping you, that was uncalled for.”

            Wukong chuckled quietly. “I needed to come to my senses. But I fear your hand may have taken the brunt of the punishment. Perhaps something less delicate next time?”

            “I’ll keep that in mind.”

            A quiet, contented moment passed between you as the turmoil of the past week calmed and settled. After a while, you leaned back, earning a confused head tilt from your monkey. “So, is there anything else I should know?”

            “Well, mating season usually lasts for a least a month,” Wukong answered around a cheeky grin. “And the heat tends to be more intense when there’s a willing mate around.”

            You giggled and offered a seductive smirk in return. “It’s a good thing I’m more than willing to help my King in his time of need.”

            Wukong let out a flustered chirp, his fur fluffing up and his hold tightening around you. “Careful, Peaches,” he purred, a warning and temptation in equal parts. “Keep that up and you’ll be helping sooner rather than later.”

            “Is that such a bad thing?”

            He shook his head in amusement. “No, but you need time to rest and regain your strength first. I wouldn’t want you too sore to enjoy yourself, as well. Speaking of…” You were suddenly scooped into strong arms as Wukong carried you out of bed and towards the washrooms. “I believe my Peach was owed a bath and plenty of pampering.”

            You raised a brow. “I don’t remember asking for pampering.”

            “That part is always included.” Wukong placed a loving kiss on your lips and hugged you to his chest. “My mate deserves nothing less.”

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