Page 28 of Monster Married
I moaned. “Ink…”
He flicked his fingers over my nipples again and I gasped. I hadn’t even known I was so sensitive there before I’d met my monster mate, and now it looked like he’d never let me forget it.
He let up for a moment so he could unwind the scarf from around my neck, which he folded and walked over to the basket. He handled it and my brooch carefully, reverently, but when he came back, it was his rough tongue on my neck and throat, his fingers back on my nipples to pick up right where he’d let off.
“Aaaah…. Ah, Ink…”
He hummed. “Yes. Here, you can scream all you want, sweet thing. Let everyone hear.”
“You’ll…embarrass me.”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about you liking my hands, my mouth, my cock.” He stopped touching me and instead opened my pants. He gave my cock an appreciative nod when he saw it firming up again, ready to go for round two.
“Hey!” I squeaked when he pulled me up by the waist, knelt with me still in his arms, then lowered me until I was sitting on his knees.
“Your shoes, Sadir.” He sounded pleased with my reaction. Huh. Well, if my husband liked manhandling me, there was nothing I could do about that.
I let him pull off my shoes. I’d walked so far in them, and it was obvious. They didn’t match my nice new clothes, but they showed how far I’d had to travel to get where I was.
I had an odd little thought, wondering whether my grubby shoes would make Vergis jealous. He’d been made to wear nice, clean paw shoes in all white by the salespeople and Lissir. He probably hadn’t even hidden a knife in them.
“I’m sure we can find you something cute like these here,” Inkiri said as he worked my cat socks off. I saw the bulge in his black pants, but he never rushed when it came to my feet. Maybe he was developing a foot fetish after all.
“With that lingua thing on them? The cutie whose brain is a delicacy?”
“Ligua, sweet thing. Yes, I’m sure those exist on fabric. You need help washing?”
I shook my head, and he let me stand back up. Our hot make-out session was on pause so we could both get clean. I cast looks at Inkiri as he stripped and placed his own new clothes neatly into the basket on the bench, taking a moment to fold my shirt up as well. That was such a small thing, I knew, but at the same time, it was so sweet. It made me feel all warm and romantic as I headed to one of the sinks meant for washing.
They were low on the floor, even for me, though as a bagu, standing up while you washed would’ve been impractical. I could imagine them all sitting on the wooden stools that leaned against the side of each sink.
I stopped to examine the bottles lined up on the sink. All of them had LaGuardia writing on them, and I wasn’t sure which to use.
“Is this one for washing?” I held one up to Inkiri.
“Yes. They all are. This is a soft scent. The bigger bottles are for hair.”
I sniffed the bottle, which smelled really nice, like moss and delicate flowers. The shower wand was pretty self-explanatory, the hose long enough to make it easy for someone of bagu size to use, so I was fine. The sandy shower stuff only produced a little bit of foam, just like the one back in our room. It wasn’t like shower gel or even soap. Unfamiliar. I’d have to get used to it for when we emigrated, but I was pretty confident I could adjust. I definitely liked the scent already.
I sniffed the bigger bottles and picked one that I thought was close to cut grass, and put some of it in my hair. It foamed a little more than the other stuff, and it was really nice to work it in, very relaxing. Yup, let me shower a few more days, and I’d be basically naturalized. As far as showering and bathing went, at least.
Inkiri was washing next to me, unabashedly eyeing me all over as he undid his neat braids. He even went so far as to give his straining cock a few good tugs, making sure I could see everything.
Perhaps if I’d been born a bagu—or raised a bagu—I’d have known what to do in response to someone doing that right next to you while looking at you as if you were sugar and they had a major sweet tooth. I didn’t have a social script for it though, so I just stared, turned cabbage red, and tried not to look like all of this was new to me.
Inkiri looked as if that amused him. “Are you ready to soak, Sadir?” His eyes wandered from my face to my crotch and lingered there. All the while, he kept stroking himself. Could you look innocent while doing that? He was certainly trying. I didn’t think we were going to be doing a whole lot of soaking.
“Y-yes. Soaking sounds great.”
Inkiri moved fast, faster than a human might have. He scooped me up, or rather slung me over his shoulder, very careful to keep his head turned and a tight grip on me so the tips of his horns weren’t too close to my eyes. “I’ll take you.”
“Hey!”
A big hand came to rest on my ass. “Didn’t you request a ravishing, Sadir? I think carrying someone over your shoulder is how a good ravishing should start. You pick them up, and then you take them to where you can make them feel good.”
My skin tingled at his words, and I also got to appreciate Inkiri’s butt and muscular back from my position. I already liked his firm front, and this was nothing to sneeze at either.
“Glad you know how the ravishing should go. Hey, you probably already know this, but you have a really nice butt. I mean, it looks very firm. I like that. In butts. Not that I really notice them much, but when you see a nice one like yours, it kind of sticks out.” Boy was I glad we were already married and I didn’t have to do any more flirting.
