A/N: Takes place between Chapters 25 & 26 of I'd Eat Your Heart.
I may post a shorter, second part to this in Rang's POV before I switch back to the main story. I'm a little out-of-practice writing smut, so I struggled for a while with this chapter, but hopefully it turned out okay in the end. Either way, I'm done LOL
Tags: biting, love marks, oral sex (Rang does for Ga Eul), kissing (just, a lot of kissing), nipple stimulation, emotional Ga Eul, protective Rang, light dom/sub vibes
"Kiss me," she said.
And he did.
Rang wound his arm around Ga Eul's waist and tucked her against his body; slipping his other hand into her hair, he kissed her, feverishly, like he wanted to swallow her up, and she tugged on the open collar of his dress shirt, matching his intensity, eager to be swallowed, needing him closer, closer, as close as she could possibly get to him without absorbing his body into hers. Rang's palms slid down until they cupped her hips, securing her in place. He touched her under her cardigan, over her jeans, and she was acutely aware of the outline of his hands, of his fingers curling beneath her hips. She wanted to feel them digging into the skin there, to let him knead the flesh of her hips the way he had her breasts, and if she hadn't felt hot before, that thought left her burning up. Rang devoured her mouth, and she kissed him hungrily in return. Shrugging her cardigan off, she let him back her into the wall between the kitchen and the front door. Then she let him pick her up and sandwich her between the wall and his body, and she felt so warm and safe supported by his arms, and also, desperate for more of his constant, electrifying touches. She couldn't help but moan plaintively as Rang broke away from her mouth, gulping in air.
"Am I heavy?" she asked, out of breath herself but missing his mouth already, and he gave her a puzzled look. She glanced at the outline of his muscles through the shoulders of his black dress shirt.
Oh, right. He probably had super-strength along with super-speed. Along with all his other superpowers. For some reason, knowing exactly what his powers were made them feel more real. Of course, all along she'd known he could do something, but now that she had specifics to work with, she realized he was pretty powerful...Wait...Was she dating a superhero? Like in the movies?
No, actually, that didn't sound right, and she could just imagine Rang rolling his eyes at being called a superhero.
No, no, she was dating a supervillain.
But, like, a cool villain with a secret soft side.
Played by a really hot actor.
Okay. She could get on board with that.
"No, you're not heavy," Rang rasped in answer to her question, and Ga Eul smiled, thinking of how strong he was and how badass she felt being a supervillain's lover, until he added, flippantly, "Do you know how short you are?"
Suddenly, he was just Lee Rang again—rude and annoying and ridiculously cute while being so.
"H-hey, I'm not—"
Rang shut Ga Eul up by recapturing her mouth, and she decided to let the comment slide when he followed that with furiously kissing her cheeks and her jaw and her neck and her ears and any other part of her he could access above the neckline of her white knit sweater. Holding Ga Eul up with one arm, as if to prove she wasn't heavy to him, or perhaps that she was short, Rang tugged aside her hair and pressed kisses down the back of her neck; then he cradled her neck in his palm and placed his thumb under her chin, tipping her head back and kissing down the column of her throat. Her lower belly tingled, and she wished she could squeeze her thighs together to relieve the ache between them. As it was, her legs were wrapped around Rang's waist, and she could only hope Rang would apply pressure in the right spots as he shifted her body against his, but so far she wasn't having much luck. Meanwhile, Rang worked his way back around her jaw, breathing heavily, until he reached her earlobe.
And then, he bit into her neck, and oh god, she knew she should tell him to stop—she had school on Monday—but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care, so she let him maul both sides of her neck as much as he wanted because she wanted it too. She loved every scrape of his teeth, every suck on her skin. He knew all of her pleasure spots and exactly how much pressure to apply so that the pain wasn't too much. In this way, too, he paid far too much attention to every little thing about her, and his care of her always mingled with aggression. But not the scary kind of aggression. The kind that said he was fighting for her but not against her.
She hoped he never stopped.
Rang attacked her neck until the ache between her legs intensified and her nipples rubbed painfully against the inside of her bra, and since she couldn't get relief in either place, she pressed his face into her neck encouragingly, bracing her back against the wall. When he finally finished, her neck was damp and raw and probably bright red all over. Her skin stung, but the cool air ghosting over it left behind a tingling sensation that was pleasurable. Ga Eul closed her eyes, soaking it in.
"What else should I do?" Rang mumbled, kissing around the shell of her ear, his heaving breaths tickling her skin. He curled his free hand around her throat—gently, as though he didn't want to press too hard on the bruises he'd left—and she remembered why his hands were one of her favorite features of his. She loved how perfectly they encompassed her neck. She loved how small her own hands were in comparison. She loved how he ran his fingers through her hair so often that sometimes it seemed an unconscious gesture, and where she usually left his hair messy and disturbed, he always put her hair back in order; he brushed her wild strands to the appropriate side of her head or tucked her hair behind her ears, like she was a doll he wanted to keep presentable. Or, perhaps it could be said, like he was a fox tending to its mate.
And while they'd been apart, she'd missed this—the delicate slide of his palm against her neck until he could tilt her chin up with his thumb as he kissed her. She'd missed the increased pressure of his fingers on the back of her neck as he flexed his hand and massaged her throat with his thumb, not so much as to be uncomfortable but just enough to be a claim.
She'd always sensed that he could choke her, suddenly and with very little effort, such was the strength in his hands, but his touch was always warm and kind even if it was possessive. So it was in this spirit of trust and desire that she answered his question.
"Whatever you want," she said, once he had torn his mouth away from hers.
"I'm your pet," he reminded her, yet again. "We can do whatever you want." With that statement, he kissed her throat again, in that sensitive area in the crook of her chin; this sparked another flare of heat in her abdomen, and she had to force herself to retain awareness enough to reply. Perhaps it was an effect of going several weeks without being touched, but all the nerve endings in her skin seemed hyper-sensitive.
"I want...to do...what you...want to do," she managed hoarsely, and much to her surprise, he set her down then, and for a moment, his hands returned to her thighs, gripping them so tightly that if it wasn't for her pants, she was sure he would leave red marks. He mouthed at the side of her neck and guided her thighs apart as he curved his hands around the insides of them. Her spark of need there grew exponentially, and the tension in her abdomen coiled tighter and tighter. Even with her jeans in the way, she felt an overwhelming need to rub herself against his leg, and, as if reading her mind, he pressed his leg between her thighs, grinding it right against the spot that fluttered and pulsed and burned. Ga Eul's breath quickened; she felt overwhelmed by the sudden, consuming need down there and how close Rang was to touching it.
Of course, she'd felt this before with him—this hungering, wanton sensation—the day he'd kissed down her bare breasts and stomach, sucking and swirling his tongue until she'd panicked and fled the room, but it was still a foreign enough situation that she tensed and let go of his hair for a moment. Only for a moment. Then she forced herself to relax and rethreaded her fingers through his hair. She was going to let him continue this time. Everything would be fine. Whatever he did, he wouldn't hurt her, not intentionally anyway, and she wanted to have this with him, to be close to him in any way she could. She'd missed him so much, and maybe it would be a relief, after so many weeks of wrestling with her feelings, to let herself be consumed by him.
So she opened two buttons at the top of his dress shirt, then kissed his throat and the exposed part of his chest. She traced his back muscles with her fingertips, delicately running them over his strong shoulders. Seemingly encouraged by this, Rang slid his hand underneath her white sweater. He rubbed her back, and that was soothing. Then he unhooked her bra with one hand and palmed her breasts under the loosened bra cups, his thumb toying with her nipples. His fingers moved rapidly over her chest and stomach and back, and all of this was welcome and comforting in its familiarity. She'd remembered correctly how lovely his hands felt ghosting over her skin, how sheltering his arms felt wrapped around her, and she melted into him, leaning her body against his, her face pressed to his chest. She tried not to think too much about the leg urgently grinding into her core or the unfamiliar hardness between his legs that pressed into her own leg as he rubbed his body against hers. But then his fingers crept to her stomach, and suddenly she felt his fingertips slip inside the front of her jeans, not very far and stopping at her panty line, but it was enough to give her a jolt. Ga Eul tensed and froze with her mouth open against his chest. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She took a few erratic breaths in and out.
It wasn't that she didn't want him to touch her there—she did. She did. She wanted it so much, it terrified her. She wanted it so much, it physically hurt. But it was new, and he was the one with all the experience, and she wondered if foxes were different somehow or if she would look and feel the way he expected. She wondered if he would be as large as she'd read humans could get...or larger, given that he wasn't quite human...and whether that would actually be such a good thing if he was...larger, that is...Also, she was burning up in her sweater, and she could hardly breathe as it was, and it had been a very emotional day and week and month, and Rang had been so warm and kind to her earlier, and she kind of felt like she wanted to cry again the more he touched her, and...and...and the room was very hot. When did the room get so hot? Were there tears in her eyes? Oh god. He was going to think she cried anytime anything mildly exciting happened to her.
"Is something wrong?" Rang asked.
So much for being a badass, Ga Eul.
"N-nothing's wrong," Ga Eul answered quickly, blinking away her tears. She gripped his shoulders tighter and buried her face in his shirt despite feeling mildly suffocated. "Please keep going," she urged, afraid he might stop completely or, worse, think she was pushing him away again.
But Rang had frozen too, and he didn't say anything else for a long moment. Then he slowly removed his fingers from the waistband of her jeans. He stepped back, allowing her to close her legs and held her only loosely by her waist. Reluctantly, but also grateful for some air and space, she stepped back from him too but kept her fingers on his black belt where his black dress pants were slung low above his hips.
Ga Eul stared at the buttons on his satiny black shirt. She could only think, Please do things to me. Please do bad fox things to me. Please devour me. Please eat me up. Please. I missed you so much.
But also, Please don't do too much to me. I'm a little scared. And exhausted. I'm sorry I'm human and scared of so many things. I wish I could show you better how much I trust you.
"Um...Why did you stop?" she asked carefully, and again there was a weighted silence. She wasn't sure what was happening, why he'd pulled away from her when she'd told him he could keep going. From the very beginning, he'd been hell-bent on getting her to, um, do things with him, and wasn't that where he had been headed?
"You have a bad habit of lying," he noted, peering down at her.
"Lying? About what?" Ga Eul frowned.
"About nothing being wrong," Rang replied incredulously.
Ah. So he...noticed her nervousness. Of course he did. He noticed everything about her.
Well...Maybe he had a point. Just that afternoon, she'd refused to tell him what was bothering her. She didn't mean to lie; it was just a habit, as he had said, leftover from the days when she'd sucked up her feelings around Yi Jeong.
"Do you want to know another one of your bad habits?" Rang asked.
"Um..."
"You like to rush into things without knowing the first thing about what you're getting into."
Ga Eul opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.
"Oh, I'm not complaining about something that benefitted me. You agreed to date me without reading the fine print, and that's fine. But you can't say things like 'Do whatever you want' to a nine-tailed fox and expect to not get bitten later. Nine-tailed foxes...like to bite things," he said, and she wondered if 'biting things' was supposed to stand for the something else in this context. "I'm your pet," he continued in a teaching voice, "but you should still say something specific you want me to do, like 'sit' or 'stay' or 'lie down.' He tsked at her, then sighed. "You're right. I don't think you know the first thing about taking care of yourself. But it's okay." He ruffled her hair and gave her a fond look. "I can teach you. So...would you like me to continue kissing you?"
Ga Eul bit her lip. She wanted to balk at being treated a bit like a child, but at the same time, Rang wasn't wrong. She supposed she thought too much with her heart and didn't use her brain sometimes.
"Just kissing?" she asked.
"If you want." Rang shrugged.
"Okay."
"Here or my room?"
"Your room, please."
Rang scooped her up in his arms again, and she clung to his shoulders as he carried her through the main room and into his bedroom, which looked the same as it had the last time she saw it. Immediately as they entered, to their left there was a gray-and-white striped bed set with a teal headboard that matched the teal outer curtains over his windows. A dark wooden wardrobe sat in one corner, and a white set of drawers sat in another. There were also some blue cabinets in varying shades scattered throughout the room and a tiny white nightstand with dark gray legs next to his bed. An assortment of lamps dotted the furniture, most noticeably the two-toned drum-shaped lamp on his nightstand with a white upper and a black bottom. Not that Ga Eul was interested in the décor at the moment, but it was a light room with welcoming colors, and Rang's outer curtains were open so that the mid-afternoon sun shone through the floor to ceiling windows and the sheer inner curtains. Not quite matching to the persona he crafted before the outside world, she thought. Honestly, she'd expecting something a bit...sharper or flashier. This was...homey. As she'd told him before, she liked it; it seemed cozy, like a place she could burrow in and stay for a while.
Rang deposited her gently in the middle of his bed, propping her head up on a pillow, and she found that his bedcovers were cozy too. His mattress was not too soft or too firm, and she almost wanted to take a nap there.
Not that Rang would probably let her do anything of the sort now that he had her spread out on his bed. Her stomach tightened with both nerves and anticipation. He'd said he was just going to kiss her...right?
"I saw you, you know," Rang noted, easing out of his suit jacket and tossing it on top of his dresser drawers. He took off his belt, too, and laid it carefully on his nightstand next to the black-and-white lamp she'd been admiring.
"You saw me?" she repeated, admiring how the smooth silk of his shirt rippled across his muscles as he moved. He unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them up a quarter of the way, exposing his forearms.
"Last year," he said, crawling up the bed until he was crouched over her on all fours, with his face hovering just above hers. "When you were out with your friends." He brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes. "The ones you were in the wedding with. You were having lunch at Gaonnuri."
Ga Eul's eyes widened.
"Oh, I had completely forgotten about that." Ga Eul laughed nervously. "You were there?"
Rang nodded.
"I was at the bar when you walked in. You shocked me in that dress you were wearing. I thought, 'How can a human teacher look so appetizing?'" His eyes gleamed, and she blushed and covered her cheeks and eyes.
"Oh no," she groaned out of shyness, though she was flattered he had noticed her that way. She'd thought he might have hated her back then.
Rang chuckled under his breath and forced her hands away from her face; he touched his forehead to hers and kissed the tip of her nose, then whispered in her ear, "My little human is so stressed about everything. Don't be stressed. Should I continue kissing you?"
Ga Eul nodded, in a bit of a trance.
"I like it when you kiss me," she prompted quietly, and he answered by kissing her cheek softly, almost reverently. He followed it with another gentle kiss to her nose, then to the corner of her mouth, then to her other cheek as he guided her head to the side with his fingers.
His kisses had been rough earlier, hungry in a manner she expected from him, but the kisses he planted on her skin now were so delicate and patient they brought tears to her eyes. She blinked them away and shut her eyes, blocking out everything but the softness of his lips and his hair as she ran her fingers through it.
He spent a long time only touching her face and her neck, as though he were trying to soothe all the places he'd ravaged minutes earlier. Finally, he fingered the hem of her white sweater and asked, "Permission to take this off?"
Ga Eul opened her eyes, and he was staring at her with an utterly serious expression. If she had to name it, she'd call it worshipful.
She cleared her throat of emotion.
"Granted," she said, and Rang's eyes lit up like a child's, as if he'd been told he could unwrap a birthday present. Ga Eul smiled, liking to see him so happy. She let him pull her white knit sweater over her head, which left her in her jeans, her loosened white bra, and a pair of colorful socks that depicted kittens chasing balls of yarn.
Despite that her bra was mostly off already, Rang pinched one of the straps between his thumb and forefinger and repeated, "Permission to take this off?"
"Granted," Ga Eul said immediately, eager to be rid of it.
Rang's smile grew.
"Permission to take these off?" he asked, tugging on the toe of one of her socks.
Ga Eul laughed.
"Yes, granted."
Rang pulled the socks off with care and folded them neatly beside them on the bed. Then his expression shifted, and suddenly the hopefulness in his eyes was tempered by something else. Tenderness, she thought, and longing. So much longing it burned right through her.
"Permission to take these off?" he asked, tugging on the belt loop of her jeans. Then he waited, not doing anything else, just as he had when they first walked in the door. He was restraining himself. For her. Even though she liked his intensity most of the time, the thought warmed her down to her bones. It actually made her want him more.
And she supposed if he could be restrained, then she could be brave.
"I think I'd like to take them off myself," Ga Eul answered, and Rang's grin reappeared.
"Permission to watch while you take them off?" he asked excitedly.
Ga Eul giggled, her nerves dissolving.
"Granted," she said, fumbling with the two buttons at the top of her jeans. She popped the buttons free, then unzipped herself, shoved her jeans down her legs, and kicked them off. She did it quickly so she didn't think about it too much, but then she was left completely bare for Rang's perusal, save for her panties, and her face flushed. She wanted to cover her face again but knew that Rang would only remove her hands.
Oh, but next...he was going to ask her to take her panties off. She knew it as he raked his eyes over bare form, lust returning to those blown pupils.
Only...he didn't. After a moment, he simply asked to continue kissing her...everywhere...and she breathily agreed. He leaned over her again, his shirt half-undone so that she could see the top of his chest, and it might have been sexier than if he had taken the shirt off completely. Ga Eul's mouth watered. He was still wearing his choker as he brought his mouth to her nipple and kissed and laved and sucked at the exposed nub.
"Why am I...the only one...without clothes?" she asked, trying not to be too far gone too soon.
"Isn't it obvious?" Rang popped his head up and gave her a slightly maniacal grin. "You're the only one who's getting devoured."
Ga Eul gulped, but instead of nerves, she felt excitement. Electricity shot through her veins at the hunger in his eyes. Rang's questions had set her at ease, and honestly, she loved it when he smiled at her like that.
"Permission to pinch your nipples?" Rang asked, cocking his head.
"Granted," Ga Eul answered, feeling a delicious tug on them as soon as the word left her mouth. He played with them as he had once before, rolling them underneath his tongue, and Ga Eul shivered with each arousing touch. Once he'd gotten her nipples wet enough, he blew on them, then pinched them again, then sucked them, then repeated this pattern over and over until her nipples were stiff and raw and so sensitive even the air felt too stimulating.
"You have to pet me to let me know I'm doing a good job," he informed her, guiding her hand to his head.
"You mean because pets get rewards?" she managed.
"Exactly," he enthused between kisses on her clavicle. "My little human remembered." He kissed down the valley of her breasts. Then he kissed her shoulders. Then her neck again. Then her stomach. Then her arms. Then her wrists. Then her palms. He kissed and kissed and kissed her body like he wanted to cover every last inch of her with his lips. It was such a patient and thoughtful act that even Ga Eul, who had long thought him capable of more compassion than he generally showed to people, could scarcely believe Rang was doing it. And Ga Eul wasn't at all used to that type of attention—the unhurried kind that was more about the journey than the destination. But as there seemed to be nothing to do but let herself enjoy how he was pampering her, she leaned into his touch and let herself relax, closing her eyes and letting her muscles fall slack. She found she could kind of direct him by tugging on his hair, and in the meantime she mussed up his hairstyle until his perfect side-part was no more.
For a while, Ga Eul was able to stop thinking about the fact that she was only in her underwear by letting her mind center on the pleasure coming from his mouth, but at long last, Rang worked his way down her legs and back up to her thighs, which she found to be especially sensitive.
All of that relaxation had only left her in a prime state to be wound up again, she soon discovered, as Rang carefully bent her leg at the knee and arranged it out to the side of her body. When he kissed the crease of her inner thigh, she twitched, and her eyes fluttered open involuntarily.
Immediately, she squeezed them shut, unable to even think about looking Rang in the face as he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin near the edge of her panties. Pinning her outstretched leg underneath his forearm, he bit into her inner thigh and sucked noisily, as if to leave a bruise like the ones that had healed on her neck. Despite the newness of the situation, wetness pooled between Ga Eul's legs, and her breaths grew shakier and shakier as he left one bruise, then another, then another. Then he switched to her other thigh, pulling that leg off to the side as well and pinning it. He methodically left bruises there—three bruises on each side, almost in a pattern, she thought, though she couldn't see.
"I thought you were just going to kiss me," she mumbled.
"I'm kissing you with my teeth," he informed her matter-of-factly. She could hear in his voice that he thought he was so clever.
Well, now I know a tame fox is still a fox, Ga Eul thought, but all the same, she couldn't be upset about the development, not when every nip of his teeth made her muscles clench and her clit tingle with need.
She curled her toes when Rang kissed down the creases of both her thighs. They weren't hard kisses, just tiny pecks, but the contrast between them and the hungry way he'd been sucking on her thighs earlier set her more on edge. And he hadn't even touched her most private place.
She wasn't going to suggest it, though. No matter how much her clit protested or how much she wanted it or what he did to her. She couldn't possibly say that out loud.
Ga Eul gasped sharply as Rang's mouth came down on her—but not exactly on her. He mouthed at her panties, but the heat of his breath ghosted over her slit. She clenched on air. His tongue darted out, swiping over the center of her panties, and if her panties hadn't been damp before, they certainly were now. He brought his mouth down again, blowing directly on her clit through the thin fabric of her underwear, and she squirmed in his grasp.
Why couldn't he just pull her underwear off already?! She knew that was what he wanted to do, and she'd lost all the presence of mind to protest.
If he could just touch her for a second where she wanted it most—if he could just touch the tip of his tongue to her clit—she knew it would feel amazing.
Ga Eul whimpered when Rang slowly licked up her panties again; she covered her face with her hands; her cheeks were on fire; was he trying to torture her? Every inch of her body felt like it was going to combust. It was too much, too much, too much. And she wanted more.
Ga Eul bit her lip to keep herself from begging embarrassingly.
Below her, Rang chuckled.
"Jagiya...I don't know why you're hiding your face. You asked for this," he said.
She did? She asked for this? Ga Eul's head was swimming. She could hardly focus on anything except her own neediness. Of course, she touched herself sometimes, but she'd never felt such an overwhelming need to cum, like it was the only thing that mattered in the universe.
"Humans are so funny," he said, hooking a finger underneath her panties. Instead of pulling them off, though, he merely tugged them aside so that her slit was exposed to him.
Ga Eul held her breath. What was funny? Did she look how he expected? Did female foxes have different anatomy?
Did he like what he saw?
"So funny," he repeated softly, dragging the tip of his finger over the lips of her opening. "They ask for something, and then they get upset when you give them exactly what they asked for." He dipped a finger in her wetness and circled the pearl of her clit with it. "You told me to kiss you," he teased. With that statement, he pressed a wet, hot kiss directly on her clit, and Ga Eul jolted, actually lifting partway off of her pillow, and automatically latched onto his hair, needing something to ground herself.
"Do you like how I'm fulfilling your request?" he asked, and Ga Eul nearly groaned.
He wanted her to speak now? She'd be a babbling mess.
"U-um…" Ga Eul didn't know how to answer without sounding completely wrecked. She'd thought it would feel nice if he put his mouth there, but she'd had no idea it would feel that good.
"Jagiya?" Rang asked, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Do you like it?" His weight shifted slightly, and she couldn't feel his breath on her anymore. Then she realized she still gripping his hair pretty tightly.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked when she still didn't say anything.
Stop?
"No!...No! No, no, please keep going. Please keep going," Ga Eul rushed out, no longer caring how she appeared. "Please...please...touch me," she begged, actually glancing down at Rang to make sure he understood she meant it. She let go of his hair for the moment.
The concern in Rang's face gave way to pleasure.
"Any particular place you want me to touch you?"
"I...uh...um…" Ga Eul's face turned scarlet.
"Why don't you show me?" Rang grabbed one of her hands and directed it between her legs. "Show me what you like. If you have to say it, I think we'll be here all night, which I'm fine with, but you seem a bit...desperate." He grinned at her, and oh god, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She'd never been so turned on in her life. Granted, this was her first real sexual experience. She tried not to think too hard about that as she guided her hand to her clit, spreading her lips open a tiny bit.
"Um...right here," she mumbled as she circled her clit gently with her finger, feeling as if sparks were erupting from that part of her body as she did so. She tried not to think about the fact that she was basically masturbating in front of him. She shut her eyes again and circled her clit a few more times, just enough to feel some relief, then took her hand away.
"Can I do that with my tongue?" Rang asked.
Ga Eul nodded.
Please. Please do anything with your tongue. Just get going already.
"A little pressure or a lot? A lot, right? You like it rough, don't you?" He flicked her clit playfully with the tip of his tongue, and while that was certainly...stimulating...he was right. He had her pinned. She liked to rub herself hard.
"A lot," she mumbled feebly.
Rang laughed.
"Of course you do. You're my soulmate." He sounded absolutely delighted, and she wondered what other things he'd like to do to her body—roughly.
For this part, he finally slid her panties off, then spread her wide again and brought her knees almost up to her chest before pinning her legs down. This, of course, had the effect of exposing her asshole too, and she tried not to squirm too much when he licked a much longer stripe from the base of her slit to the tip before settling on her clit again.
Her hands were in his hair as soon as he pressed down with his tongue, making firm, rapid circles around the little nub. Her thighs quivered as his mouth continued moving against her with increasing urgency, and she tried to ground herself by gripping his hair tighter, but every stroke of his tongue made her crave more of it. Plus the way he was holding her down, like he was going to eat up every last drop of her and she couldn't escape...it was too much, but also, it was everything she'd never known she wanted. So when Rang suddenly pulled his mouth away from her, breathing heavily, she immediately made a whine of protest and tugged at his hair impatiently.
Unfazed by this, Rang stated calmly, "If you want to cum, you should say the magic words. Do you know the magic words?"
Ga Eul shook her head. How could her mouth be so dry when she was so wet down there?
"You have to say, 'Rang, please make me cum,'" Rang commanded in a self-satisfied manner. "I can't do anything without my owner's permission."
You've been doing plenty of things without my permission, Ga Eul wanted to retort, but she knew it was useless. He was having too much fun with his little game.
Why did she find that hot?
Ga Eul bit her lip—if she kept biting her lip like this, it would soon start bleeding.
Oh, what the hell.
"Rang...please...make me...cum," she mumbled tentatively.
"Well, since you insist," he said, and she could hear him winking at her, but nothing prepared her for what hit her next as Rang attacked her clit so violently, her legs trembled and squeezed shut around his head of their own accord. She tugged fistfuls of his hair as he kneaded her clit with his tongue like he was stamping out dough and sucked...sucked...sucked…
Ga Eul thrust her hips against his mouth, too needy to care how wanton she must seem, and even tried to match his fervor by shoving his face into her slit, desperate to keep his mouth there.
His tongue circled faster...and faster…and faster...swirling and swirling until it felt as fast as her covertly purchased vibrator. Her thighs quivered. The pressure built and built and built until suddenly it exploded, and it was all she could do to cling onto his hair as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her cunt hungrily clenching on air and her clit pulsing underneath his tongue, finally satiated in the heat of his mouth. Ga Eul's brain short-circuited. She hadn't known an orgasm could be so consuming that her entire body shook with the effects of it. Even with him holding down her legs, they were feebly trying to kick, to free themselves due to the stimulation that was too much. It was so much, and it was everything, and she couldn't even form intelligent thoughts.
As she rode out her final crest and came back down, though, it was suddenly way too much stimulation, and she tugged urgently at his hair, babbling at him to 'please, please stop now.'
He did as she requested, but still she kept her eyes closed for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her release. All the tension that had been clogging her brain and her body for the past few weeks had melted away in a matter of seconds. She'd been exhausted before, but now she found herself sleepy in a contented sort of way, like it would be no trouble at all to simply drift into a dream from this point. She was brought back to the present, though, as Rang gave up his hold on her legs and stretched them back out.
Oh no. She was going to have look at him now.
Some of the tension returned. Not a lot, but…
She chanced a peek at him. Of course, he was still nestled between her legs, his head supported on his elbow, and grinning like the devil.
"I wondered if your cunt would be as soft and delicious as the rest of you," he noted, then continued happily, "It is. Thank you for teaching me that humans are fun to eat this way too."
Well, she guessed that answered her question about him liking that part of her. Still, Ga Eul immediately slapped her hands over her eyes, the knowledge that she was completely naked for the first time in front of him returning to the forefront of her mind.
Rang chuckled.
"You're really too much fun to toy with," Rang informed her. "Some not-so-nice people in this world might take advantage. Like me."
Ga Eul tried to curl into herself, as much as possible with her legs spread open, but Rang got up and sat down next to her. She felt his weight dipping down on the bed before he tugged on her hands.
"I'm kidding. Why would I take advantage of you? You can take advantage of me."
Ga Eul slowly removed her hands and peered up at him curiously. Rang winked at her.
"I'll do it again for you." Rang's lips glistened. His chin was wet. He truly did look as though he'd been feasting on something.
"Ah...t-thank you. N-not right now," Ga Eul said. "I liked it though. I promise," she quickly added. "But how...did you make your tongue go that fast?"
"Practice. Six hundred years of practice."
Ga Eul's eyes grew wide, and Rang laughed.
"I'm joking, of course. Walking isn't the only thing I can do at hyper-speed." He winked.
Oh...Oh. She hadn't even thought of that. An image of Rang pounding her into a wall at a relentless pace lit up her brain.
Ga Eul blushed.
She wondered what other things he could do...at hyper-speed.
She couldn't quite bring herself to ask that.
Luckily, Rang saved her from her discomfort by leaning over the side of the bed and handing over her underwear, still damp from where his tongue had been, and perhaps from her own juices.
"I'll let you put your clothes back on now, if you want," Rang said. "I've heard humans can get shy after." He cupped her face and kissed her cheek.
He'd heard. Because he'd never been with a human before. He'd told her that. She was his first just like he was her first.
She could smell her arousal on his breath, and the thought of her being the first human he'd tasted, of him still having her taste in his mouth, made her blush again. Her face must look like a lobster.
"I'll be back," Rang said, standing up. "Just going to brush my teeth. You taste good, but I also like my hygiene," he explained calmly. A few seconds later, he was gone, with the bathroom door shut behind him. For a moment, Ga Eul simply lay there, too overwhelmed by what had taken place, but when Rang didn't reappear quickly, she sat up and slid her damp underwear back on. She put on her sweater as well, since she was starting to get cold, but forewent her jeans as her clit was still hyper-sensitive. Sliding herself under Rang's covers instead—she hoped he didn't mind or find it unhygienic—she fluffed up a pillow under her head and waited patiently for him to return. Her thighs were sticky and aching from being held apart for so long, as well as from the bruises Rang had so meticulously placed on them, like tattoos of possession.
She waited, and waited, and found herself drowsy as the aftereffects of her orgasm lingered. Or maybe that was the exhaustion taking hold again. She wasn't sure.
Ga Eul yawned. Maybe she could close her eyes for a minute. Rang was taking an awfully long time in the bathroom. Perhaps he was flossing too. And using mouthwash.
Besides, Rang's bed was super comfortable. He probably had a luxury mattress, made out of materials she didn't even know could be in a mattress. His comforter seemed to be filled with down; it felt cloud-like.
Just one minute. Just one minute of rest.
She felt so warm and safe and loved.
She could close her eyes now. She could rest.
She wouldn't fall asl—
