-Chapter III-
Busy Little Queen Bees
Monster bacon, dripping with grease, cooked until crunchy, and eggs fried sunny-side-up in bacon grease, served with a fresh cup of hot tea. Everything loaded onto a tray, I walk into the Kobold’s den and sit down next to a nest of blankets and pillows tall enough to engulf a full-grown man. Or more notably, big enough for two young women to crawl around inside of and fool around like a couple of burrowing animals in heat.
Reaching a hand into the nest, I manage to find a head of soft hair that I happily begin to pet. It doesn’t take long for the nest’s occupant to wake up, groggily grabbing my hand and pulling on it in an effort to drag me inside for cuddles.
As much as I would love to join her inside, I don’t see the food and drinks surviving the trip. So, I regretfully resist and just keep petting the cute little creature inside. Eventually, I hear some mumbles coming from within. I call back to her softly. “Sky, I made breakfast for you. Come on out and eat.”
I just get more mumbles in return, along with her pulling my hand into a hug and refusing to let go.
“I made you bacon and eggs, extra greasy. It’ll help with the hangover.”
More mumbles and she pulls on my arm twice.
I just give her a giggle and say, “Ok, I’m going to pull you out. Hold onto my arm.”
Pulling my arm in, I reel in a groggy Kobold girl, pulling her halfway out of her nest, a blanket caught on one horns and her hair looking messy and disheveled. She strains her eyes against the light of the room and clamps herself around me to hide her face from the light. After a little bit of me petting her messy hair and freeing the blanket from her horn, she finally turns around and looks up to me from my lap.
She grumbles, “My head hurts…”
Keeping my voice low and soft, I just smile and tell her, “It’s because you drank too much, silly. Have you ever drunk that much before?”
“No… Alcohol in the village was always too valuable. I could never afford it… Even at parties, I would only be given a single cup.”
I just keep petting her hair, her lower half still buried in her nest and the rest of her laying on me without a shed of clothes. I fight to keep my eyes away from her chest. Now isn’t the time for horny; it’s the time for babying and tending to a hangover.
“Did you have fun? You do remember last night, right?”
“I did… I do…” She cracks a sleepy smile and says, “I won. Hahaha… I beat my first rival.”
“Yes, you did.” I tell her, and bend down to give her a little kiss. “Thank you for being willing to fight for me. It meant a lot to me.”
She just smiles and lets out a happy hum.
“You want some food?”
“Yes please.”
“You want me to feed it to you?”
Another happy hum, “Mhm, yes please.”
I just let out a little laugh and help her sit up a bit as she leans against me. Holding the fork, I take and cut up her bacon and eggs and feed her pieces of bacon dripping in egg yolks. She just continues to lay against me with her eyes closed, happily eating her breakfast and occasionally giving me a kiss or nuzzling against me.
Plates cleaned and set aside, I hand her a warm cup of tea and the two of us spend a good while just relaxing in bed, sipping tea and snuggling. Out her window, the sun continues to slowly rise, further pushing aside the shadows in the room and bringing some warmth into the room. Looking outside, I can see a small layer of snow already covering the roads and the rooftops of nearby buildings.
Seeing the snow makes me feel a bit upset and angry; I hate the snow. It’s cold and its wet. And it gets everywhere… So, instead of looking outside, I just look down and continue to lovingly watch and pamper my girlfriend. Right now, nothing else matters other than helping to sooth her hangover.
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Eventually, I somehow manage to get Sky out of bed and into the shower. I decided to join her, and while we didn’t end up doing anything naughty, I did have plenty of fun with just helping her clean herself. Scrubbing her back, massaging her scalp, helping her get lathered up with soap all over, and helping with scrubbing down her big tail. The temptation to do it was certainly there for the both of us, but we stopped ourselves because of her headache. Sky tries to apologize, but I just stopped her and gave her a kiss as I hugged her under the falling water. After a good shoulder massage that left her looking like a jelly with a dopey smile, we finally get out of the shower and get dried off.
Getting her dressed into nothing but a big t-shirt and making myself a pair of shadow underwear and a tank-top, we head into the living room and brush each other’s hair.
Relaxing on the couch and snuggling together with fresh cups of tea, we just hold each other as time passes, perfectly content to just spend the whole day cuddling as Sky nurses her hangover.
After some time, Sky grabs my shadow tank top and looks it over, feeling the material and running it through her fingers. It took some practice to figure out, but now I can make some simple clothing like shirts and shorts out of my shadows without having it hug my body like a skinsuit. The hard part was getting it to act like actual fabric, hanging and moving around like real clothes, instead of just being a rigged structure that only sticks to my body and moves when I tell them to. It is quite frankly really amazing being able to make my own clothing out of thin air, even if they only come in pitch-black. The only real issue is that they feel like nothing and have zero weight to them, so it almost feels like I am going around naked. Because of that, I have decided to simply keep my shadows as an underwear-only option and to keep wearing clothes like normal. Though the option is still there as emergency clothing or if I just don’t feel like getting dressed and want to laze around the house while remaining decent.
“Lain, what is this stuff? I’ve seen you use it earlier, but I haven’t had the chance to ask what it is yet.” She asks curiously, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Magic.” I answer simply. “You know that shadow stuff that would cover me in the dark?”
“Mhm…” She nods her head and some of her hair falls to my chest. I pick up a few strands and play with them between my fingers, marveling at their dark blue hue.
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“Well, after my change, I was able to finally control them. Now I can do all sorts of stuff with them. I can do magic.”
“Magic… I want to be able to do magic…”
I focus on my sight and shift it so that I can see the mana in the air moving about. Looking down at Sky I watch as the mana around her acts differently than it does around normal people.
I give her a smile and kiss the top of her head, “Maybe you can. If you want, I’ll happily help you try to learn how.”
She looks up to me and gives me a smile, “Really?”
“Yup.” I tell her and she giggles, pulling herself into my chest and nuzzling against me.
For a long while, I just happily hold her until a thought comes to me. Remembering that there was something that I had been meaning to ask her for a while now. Running my fingers through her hair, I ask her my question. “Hey Sky. I never did ask you for how my fight with the bear went. Well, I did… but you didn’t know English back then. Can you tell me about it now?”
“You don’t remember it?”
“No, I sort of snapped when you were in danger. I blacked out and when I woke up, my head was on your lap, and you were petting me.”
I can feel her shake happily in my arms when I told her that I went crazy just to save her. After a little bit of letting out her excitement into my chest, she looks up and gives me a peck on the cheek. “Ok, I’ll tell you about it.”
Pushing against me, she makes me lay down on the couch and makes herself comfortable laying on top of me, our legs and tails happily tangling up together as the two of us get comfortable. After we get nice and comfy, she asks, “What is the last thing you remember from the fight?”
“I got slapped and sent flying through a tree. Broke my horn. I heard you screaming my name and the bear roared. I got angry and then everything went red. I don’t remember after that until I woke up.”
She gives me another smile and I can feel as one of her hands excitedly gives my butt a squeeze, the thought of me get pushed into a rage just to protect her probably getting her very excited, but she holds back her urges and just gives me another peck on the cheek.
Nodding her head, she tells me about what had happened. “I thought you died. Getting hit like that… I wanted to run over to you, but the bear spotted me and attacked the big car… What did you say it was called?”
“Humvee.”
“Mhm, the Humvee. I hid inside as the bear attached, knocking it around and tearing it apart. I hit the walls and hurt my shoulder. I thought I was going to die… But then you came back, covered in blood and screaming. You tackled the bear to the ground and started tearing into its chest with your claws, but they were like swords on your fingers.”
I stop her and show her one of my hands, with a command to my shadows I make my claws grow out to a dangerous point. “Like these?”
Her eyes lock onto my claws and I can feel as she shakes with excitement just from looking at them. Her hand is sliding down my thigh and gives it a squeeze. “Yes, they looked like that. Mhm~, I really love your claws…”
“Thank you.” I whisper and kiss her on one of her droopy dog ears, burying my face into her hair. She giggles and continues her story.
“The bear kept fighting back, knocking you around, but you just kept getting back up and attacking the bear. You also had these shadow tentacles that kept trying to pin the bear and hold it down…”
“Do you mean these?” I ask, wrapping her up in a couple of tentacles. She gasps as they move over her and work their way up her body. She shakes with even more excitement and grabs the end of the naughty tentacle that had just finished worming its way between her breasts and up through her shirt and out her collar. She gives it a kiss and pulls it in for a hug as she looks at me with a smile.
“Mhm, they looked just like this.” Her smile grows hungry, and she says, “Pinned it to the floor as you were on top of it~”
I have to fight to hold down the urge to do the same to her. Reeling in my fantasies a bit, I ask her to continue her story.
“The bear managed to get you off of it and then charged for the Humvee where you landed. You caught it by the teeth and stopped its charge right in front of me. All around you, shadows were spreading and making a pool of darkness at your feet, holding you to the ground. As you held the bear by its teeth, its mouth forced open, your tentacles covered its face and filled its mouth. Everywhere they touched, the bear bled.”
“It bled?”
“Mhm. It didn’t look like they were cutting the bear or anything. Just touching them was causing it to bleed.” She says, gently and lovingly caressing the dark tendrils that are holding her. She seems to be even more excited by being covered in them now. The thought of them burning her skin and making her bleed being something that excites her rather than scares her.
Something that I learned early into our relationship was that such things excite her. My claws against her skin, my teeth to her throat, being pinned to the floor and unable to escape no matter how much she squirms. She’s a certified masochist and I am not blind to the fact that I love that about her. That I love to pin her down beneath me and have my way with her. That I know that if I wanted to, I could hurt her, and it is only my own self-restraint that is keeping me from doing so. That if I did, if I made her bleed; she would love it and beg me for more…
My heart rate quickens and, much to her delight, I slowly wrap a tentacle around her throat and tighten it just enough for her to feel it. A blush grows on her face, and she takes the tip of the tentacle that she was holding and puts it in her mouth, playfully sucking on it and giving it a lick. She doesn’t break eye contact with me, and I have to hold myself back with everything I have.
“What, what happened next? Tell me Sky.” I ask her, practically shivering with anticipation.
She gives me a smile and points a little clawed finger to my right eye, “I used the knife that you returned to me and stabbed the bear in the eye. It reeled back, blinded, and carried you into the air. You refused to let go and kept flooding its mouth with shadows and its own blood, clogging up it throat and making it drown. Some of your tentacles… They covered its face and made their way into its eyes and ears. I think you pierced its brain. I don’t know which caused it to die, but eventually it collapsed, and you fell to ground beside it. I was so worried, again, I had thought that you had died. But thankfully you were just asleep.”
“And then I woke up and had a massive headache…”
She nods, “Mhm…”
Interesting… I remember seeing parts of the bear's face looking like they were deleted or burned away. I guess that means that my shadows can do that? It’s something that I will have to practice, because I have no idea how to make them do that yet. But if I could learn how, that would be a valuable ability to have…
I look down at Sky all wrapped up and completely at my mercy, tentacles holding her and squeezing her in ways that already has her lightly moaning and looking doughy eyes. She’s giving me a hungry look like she wants to take a bite out me and savor my taste as she continues to play with the tip of the naughty tentacle that she caught.
Gods do I wish I could feel through these things! That’s something else I really need to practice, see if it is possible… In the meantime…
“Hey, Sky? Speaking of splitting headaches. How’s your hangover doing? You feeling better?” I ask, hope filling my chest.
She speaks with the end of the tentacle still in her mouth, playing with her tongue, “Mush be’rer.”
She separates from the shadowed limb, her face absolutely flushed and a line of spit connecting them like a bridge. Leaning forward she whispers into my ear, her breath hot with anticipation. “Lain, thank you for saving me. Thank you for taking such good care of me today.” Her hand moves up my chest and under my tank-top, finding one of my meager breasts and giving it a playful squeeze. She bites my earlobe and whispers to me between closed teeth. “Lain, take me. Please… Ahhh…. Use these… Ahhhhh! I want to feel them inside of me… MMmmmmmm~”
Her every word is like sirup and honey poured into my ears and coating my brain. Every word driving me to pleasure her. My shadow tentacles are already moving in response to my subconscious desires and running all over her body before she can even finish her request.
She pulls away from my ear to let out a load moan, but I am quick to pull her in and lock her lips with mine, stealing her breath away and assaulting her tongue with my own. By the time I release her, she is gasping for air, a happy and drunk smile on her face from the pleasure.
She tries to say something through her stupor, but is suddenly interrupted. A tentacle has found itself between her legs. A flash of fear and anticipation goes through her, and I smile. Her fear is quickly replaced with a flood of pleasure as I enter her, and she collapses on top of me.
We spend the rest of the day as a tangled mess, uncaring for everything else in the world other than our two bodies and the pleasure of our union.
Outside, the snow continues to fall and everyone else continues to go about their business, preparing for the start of another long winter. In here, it is our own little world of pleasure. A break away from reality and the stresses and responsibilities of existence. In here, we only need each other.