Tags: biting, hickeys, anal sex, sensitive extremity troupe, dont tell granny
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Author's Note: Yes, I got the chapter title from the same titled song by Halestorm; bite me ;)
The breeze was cool, the volcano was silent, and the sun warmed your skin pleasantly on this lovely afternoon. Headed back from your travels to the Flower-Feather Clan, you had decided to make your way to the shoreline and relax atop the sand for a bit to give your sore feet a break. The edge of the water lapping at your toes cooled you down, and the sound of the breeze calmed your mind. On the bridge above you a couple was walking hand in hand that caught your eye, and a burning sense of desire filled your heart. Today seemed like a good day to go visit Ororon. You hadn’t seen much of him this past week, as Citlali had put him to work around the Masters Of The Nightwind doing… well who knows what she actually did. You had met her only a handful of times, but when Ororon first introduced you to her, she scared the pants off of you. If you were lucky, he’d be done with his tasks at this point, and perhaps even made his way to the small, secluded cave hideout where he spends time whenever he wants to hide from her. Ororon had shown you his cozy little space on your fifth date, so you knew exactly where to go.
You follow the water back inland, watching all the baby saurians play in the water. As you reached the area where the three Monetoo play, you changed directions and followed the water towards the waterfall, and take the path on the right to Malinalco Grotto. The entrance to Ororon’s secluded getaway was very well hidden behind a few massive rocks and perfectly placed wooden crates and pallets. Carefully you maneuvered your way into the small entrance of the hidden offshoot cave and let out a few clicks with your tongue; your own secret code with Ororon so he knew, if he was in fact here, that it was you who had entered his abode, and not someone else. There was no response but you continued forward anyway, crawling along the first part of the path before the space expanded enough to walk. You clicked your tongue again, in case Ororon didn’t hear you the first time, and in response you heard half of the code.
Turning the corner you saw him propped up in his beanbag chair, half-eaten carrot in one hand while the other was fiddling with some sort of tech cube. Without bothering to look up, he moved his carrot arm out of the way so you could come sit with him. “Hey,” he said casually, “I was actually going to go look for you soon.” You sat down next to him, snuggling up against him and his arm came back down and around you, offering you a bite of hit carrot, which you accepted, before he set it on the table to your other side. His now free hand came to a rest on your side. “I missed you.”
Your heart fluttered for a brief moment. “I missed you too. Whatcha working on?”
The cube in his hand seemed to have some moving parts, but for some reason, refused to budge. “Xilonen had come by with some sort of gadget for someone a few days ago and handed this to me on her way back. She said she didn’t have the effort to fiddle with it as she wanted to take a nap, and asked me to possibly figure it out, and if not she’d be back in two weeks to deliver a new order and pick it up then.”
He handed the cube off to you. The metal was solid, and it had a few weird symbols carved into it that you’ve never seen before. You tried twisting, turning, and pulling to no avail as the device refused to move. “Have you made any progress?”
Ororon shook his head, the hood of his cape revealing his other ear. “Not at all. I was planning on asking Granny later, but then decided not too as she’d probably just put me to work again. This is the first time I’ve had a break in days.” The cube was taken from your hands and set with a metallic thud onto the table before he pulled you closed to him, pushing his face in your hair as he took in your scent and relaxed his muscles. “You smell like sand and salt. Were you by the water? You smell lovely.”
“I was; after finishing my delivery to the Flower-Feather clan I decided to take a break. But then I saw a couple nearby and thought I should come see you.”
“Excellent choice,” he mumbled into your hair as he hugged you a smidge tighter, “I’m so tired; take a nap with me?”
“Alright,” you cooed, nuzzling closer to him, and allowing yourself to relax enough to doze off.
But that didn’t last all too long.
You were drawn from your slumber by a sense of pressure on the side of your neck; nothing painful, in fact, it felt… well maybe now wasn’t the time for those kinds of thoughts. You tried to ignore it, thinking it was just a figment of your sleepy imagination, but then the feeling of a wet, soft muscle on your skin had your eyes snapping open. Ororon was now on top of you, teeth and tongue grazing your flesh with nipples and licks.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you yet,” Ororon mumbled into your ear, as he took a lick around the lobe.
You couldn’t help but snicker as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, taking note of the bulge and wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. “What’s gotten you excited today?”
Ororon bit your collar bone a bit harder this time. “I have no idea what you could be talking about. I’m perfectly normal right now.” The feeling of your skin being pulled into his mouth while he rolled it around between his teeth made a heavy feel drop down into your groin and you pulled him closed, lifting your pelvis to meet his.
“Who’s excited now?” He teased.
Ignoring him you pulled him down onto the beanbag beside you and shifted his head so his neck was exposed to you and went in to take a bite. His soft skin quickly bruised under your teeth and with a sharp breath his hand made its way to your ass for a squeeze, only to roll you from your side to your back once more so his teeth were once again grazing your skin. With fingers he made his way up to and into your hair, moving it out of the way to give him more neck to bite and was rewarded with a soft moan from you which only encouraged him to keep going. With a weak attempt to push him off to regain some control, you decided to go for his weak spot: his ears.
The whimper Ororon let out made the fire of desire burn brighter; his teeth biting you harder that you knew it would draw blood but didn’t care to stop him. “Nnh~” he whined as he sucked on your skin, now grinding himself against you. He released your flesh for a quick breath of air and went to go for more but was stopped by the gentle touch of your finger as it drew down the back of his ear. “Hngh!~”
“That’s no fair,” he complained, hips pressed into you enough that you could feel the ever growing wet spot where your shorts didn’t cover your leg. “I was just going to tease you for a bit but perhaps I want a bit more than that now.” As he leaned back into you his teeth reunited with their target, fanning the flames that burned in your core.
Wandering hands climbed down your body and dug under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them slightly to indicate that he wanted you to lift your bottom off the chair. You oblige him and watch as Ororon pulls your clothes off of your body then doesn’t waste a single second after you’re exposed to start biting your thighs. It hurt more than your neck but still had your toes curling as you reached to hold onto his hair to keep yourself from jumping out of your seat. Sharp canines lightly pierced the top layer of skin, not enough to draw blood but forceful enough to send the shock straight to your mouth in the form of a long groan. You knew you'd be sore for at least a week after this little tussle.
Ororon’s mouth traveled all over your groin, littering the sensitive skin on thighs and pelvis with marks of his maw. His tongue occasionally slithered across your clit, but only as a tease before going back to nibbling on your nether region. With the roll of your skin you whined, and each suck that left your skin purple a moan rang out, bouncing against the walls of the cave. No one ever walked by this area anyway, but if they did you hoped that your sounds wouldn’t draw attention to this secret area.
“Fuck… Oro… I want more than this,” you begged, tugging his purple locks. “Let me flip over.”
Reluctantly Ororon ceased his toothy onslaught and slowly pulled away from you, chin and lips covered in your secretions. He let you sit up to take your shirt and bra off but before you could flip over he attacked the untouched side of your neck, sinking his canines into you which set your soul on fire. You couldn’t help but gasp and claw at his back, wrapped your legs around his hips, grinding against his jeans and making the wet mark he left even bigger. His weight had your backside back in the beanbag chair, hopelessly humping up into him for some relief. “Oro!” You whined, needy for some cock. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin vanished as he pulled away from your throat once more. His breathy voice huffed into your ear: “Turn around and I’ll give you what you want.”
Eagerly you rolled onto your stomach, using the back of the beanbag to prop yourself up. Instead of feeling his cock, you felt the sharp pain of his teeth in your asscheek as he bit into you, mouth as wide as possible. “What’s gotten into you today?” You grunted, sticking your ass out trying to shake him off. “You’re awfully bitey today.”
Ororon nibbled his way across your cheek, making it to your crack before he slid his tongue around your waiting sphincter with a filthy slurp, prepping your ass for his entry. The slow zip of his pants excited you and you shoved your ass into his crotch, impatient to have him stuff you full to which you fully impaled yourself on him, letting out a depraved howl of pleasure. Your hips began to move on their own, sliding you up and down Ororon’s shaft, pushing him as far in as he would fit. When the tip hit the spot that made you see stars, you started to pant, drool slowly starting to creep up over the corners of your mouth as you gripped the fabric below you for dear life. But what sent you over the edge was when Ororon leaned forward, planting his arms on either side of you, and dug his teeth into your shoulder, sucking your skin like your life depending on it; like uncontrollable hunger forcing his movements.
He shifted between big, forceful bites, gentle kisses around your shoulder blades, and small quick nibbles as he forced his cock to stay as deep as possible, hips moving in small hard thrusts to keep your head in the clouds, high enough you swore you could see the surface of the Frost Moon as if it were in the room with you. Time seemed to stop but speed up at the same time as all the sensations almost overwhelmed you, but pure phlogiston flowed in your womb and it desperately needed to be let out.
“Close!” You wailed, taking a bite out of the beanbag chair. “Oro, baby, I’m so close!”
Without releasing his teeth from your shoulder, he shifted his weight onto one arm, and reached his hand down under you and between your legs and began flicking your clit the way you showed him you liked. The small bundle of nerves exploded as your climax came rushing towards you. No longer did you see the moon or the stars; in fact you didn’t even comprehend what exactly you were seeing, but when Ororon pulled half way out and slammed himself back in, your anal orgasm washed over you like a tsunami during the Archon War. A gut curdling half-whimper half-moan ripped out of your throat as the orgasm shakes racked your body.
While your head started to clear, you became aware of Ororon’s labored whimpers as he too drew close to the finish line. Teeth in skin, his tongue danced around the surface of your skin, spit dripping down your shoulder as his pace became sporadic but he too eventually reached the goal and unloaded a warm load into you. His whole body twitched as his cock shot out the final glob of cum, and he weakly pulled out and plopped down beside you, eyes closed and breathing heavy. The two of you very quickly lulled into a restful nap.
“Oh no…” you heard from next to you, which roused you from your peaceful recovery sleep with a squeaky yawn. You gave Ororon a puzzled look only to realize he was staring right at you.
“Something wrong?” You asked, worry starting to take root in your mind.
“Don’t let Granny Itztli see that,” he whispered in a panicked voice. He reached over and grabbed a small handheld mirror and passed it over to you. What was revealed to you left your mouth hanging wide open: both sides of your neck, and a few spots of your throat were completely bruised. Around the one side from across the top of your shoulder and down around the shoulder blade was also a deep purpleish-red color. The indents from his teeth were scattered along your skin. You could only imagine that your rear end and between your legs looked the same.
“Don’t let her see?! Ororon nobody can’t NOT see that. I don’t know what you expected but its EXTREMELY noticeable.”
Ororon slid back into the beanbag and wrapped an arm around you. “I can go over and ask Ifa for something to help with any discomfort, and hopefully it’ll help heal the bruises faster.” He pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head. “Until then… I guess we’ll just have to stay here together then, won’t we?
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