Quit Your Waning (Over the Moon #3)

JIHAE

Siobhan kept me busy all day after she saw how I couldn’t stop grinning or fumbling and blushing. She had a knack for sussing out people’s lives and instantly knew that I’d disappear for the honeymoon phase that every new relationship has. Convinced she wouldn’t see me for weeks, she’d hauled me off to make our Halloween costumes, drink, and watch movies.

I’d only stopped by long enough in the morning to see what gift Sizzle had left me. His bonfire scent had bowled me over. It was different from the actual campfire. Cinnamon and dried leaves and bergamot, scorched to perfection. That was more like it. And my entire unit swam with it, as thick as the fog. Mixed with the humidity and the gloom of the still morning air, it was perfect.

And his gift…

I was a little tipsy when I returned to my unit. I’d kept the egg-shaped toy in my channel all day. It had been uncomfortable at first, but soon the weight and girth had felt worn in and comfortable. I’d jumped every once in a while, convinced it had moved too. Vibrated maybe?

Now, squeezing my legs together, I was sure of it. It felt bigger than when I’d first put it in. I squirmed, rocking my hips this way and that to feel that full sensation, and took a deep breath.

My eyes widened when I realized the mess though. A Sizzle-shaped cyclone had busted through my unit, knocking things over and leaving well-chewed furniture in its wake. There were dents in the hallway and deep claw tracts at the door to my bedroom. I pressed my lips between my teeth to stop myself from smiling like a crazy person.

The destruction was kind of… cute.

If it had been my apartment in Seoul, I would have been mortified, but I wasn’t lying on comms when I said that everything I had here was boring plas. Nothing had personality or personal touches. It was completely replaceable.

But the memory of seeing this mess?

Priceless.

The egg in my pussy pulsed again, and I jolted. It was definitely vibrating, there was no question. I wasn’t crazy, but maybe I’d been foolish to assume it went there.

“Ah, michigetta,” I whined, slapping my cheeks, pacing back and forth. I’d read the printer queue and the way it was described; I’d had no doubt it was a toy…

But what if it was a weird, totally-not-fit-for-humans kind of toy? What if it hatched or leaked or zapped? I unlatched my pants, pushed my panties aside, and felt it. Sure enough, there were seams beneath the silicone casing that had expanded some throughout the day.

I latched my pants and checked the product description again. Enjoy superior comfort for dimorphic intimacy.

“Dimorphic, dimorphic…” I didn’t know that word in English. I needed to look it up.

The toy buzzed again, this time loud enough for me to hear it. I jumped, swearing, and decided to just pull up my holotab.

Jihae, 22:41: What is the gift you gave me? Is it safe? It’s doing things.

Sizzle, 22:41: Things like this?

The vibration crescendoed until my thighs shook and my knees gave out. I slid to the hallway floor with a hand clamped between my legs, biting my lip. My pussy clenched, forced into an orgasm as the toy bulged, applying pressure to the spongy roof of my channel. I felt so full. This would be amazing! I panted, staring at my bed just a few meters away, and began ripping off my clothes. Sizzle’s scent, the fullness, the fever. I would be able to sleep for sure.

“Thank you, Sizzle,” I said under my breath, crawling on my hands and knees for the foot of my bed.

Then the toy contracted and went inert. I growled, frustrated, hanging my head.

“Aysh…”

I was ready to cry, pressing my cheek into the floor with my butt in the air. A long, low howl rose through the unit, prickling my skin. I peeled my cheek off the floor, afraid to move too quickly for fear of losing the sound of Sizzle calling for me like he did nearly every night as I tossed and turned.

Wait.

He was calling for me.

All this time, his desperate wail had been an actual invitation, not hyperbole or flirtation. No wonder he’d been giving me so many ways out. Because I’d never actually said yes in his language.

I stood on shaking legs, made sure my pants were latched, and headed outside on wobbly legs.

I forgot my shoes by the door, but didn’t realize until I stepped into the black grass fields surrounding the home towers and the cool dew soaked into my feet. The howling stopped a few paces into the field, and a heavy silence settled over the jungle. I stopped in front of the treeline, the red ferns brushing my hips.

“Sizzle?”

A set of bright-yellow. disc-like eyes popped open in the thick branches above me. His chest rumbled like a volcano as he slithered a little closer. The tree groaned under his weight, but not a single leaf stirred.

“Morsel,” he growled sinfully. His muzzle split in a grin and didn’t move with his words. He was speaking through his throat, purple tongue laving the seam down his neck in anticipation. My skin pebbled as the thick fog wrapped itself around his fur. He’d never looked more monstrous or alien, looming above me and so tense I thought he’d pounce. I swallowed hard, feeling the toy between my legs. “It’s dangerous to find me in the night these days.”

“Because of me.”

“Mmm…”

“I-I want you.”

The hoarse edge of my voice was enough to keep me from sounding like a baby bunny begging the big bad wolf, but something told me I sounded little and enticing to Sizzle regardless. His grin widened as his tail lashed the tree. He fell to the ferns and crouched in his bipedal configuration, still taller than me as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“You’re not ready, sweet pet,” he said with his mouth, breathing in the crook of my neck. “Not with such a small thing taking up so much space in your pussy still. You need time to adjust or else I’ll hurt you.”

“Hurt me?”

“Sprain, rend, rupture,” he purred. He stood to his full height and backed up into the shadows of the forest with deliberation, daring me to come with him. I followed one step at a time, transfixed by the heavy prepuce between his legs, the barest hint of purple peeking from within the fur.

His back hit a tree and he leaned against it with his hips forward. On cue, his cock emerged from its sheath and he palmed the base of his shaft. I couldn’t see the detail well in the dark, but it was long and heavy, with bulging veins that made my mouth water. The tip was narrower than the shaft, and rather than a slit or eye at the top of the head, they overlapped each other like three flower petals. Three evenly-spaced divots descended from tip to shaft in a gentle spiral that disappeared into the grip of his claw.

“Now you understand while I’m trying to turn you into a size queen, morsel.”

I gulped, then lifted my hand with a questioning look. Sizzle didn’t move, the gold of his stare turning bronzy and lidded. I traced one of those spiraling divots with my finger and his breath shuddered like a dragon.

“Is this okay?” I asked, diverting my touch to a thick vein. Sizzle smacked the back of his head against the tree and his lower jaw split open so he could pant.

“It’s yours.”

I stepped between Sizzle’s thighs and tried wrapping my fingers around his girth. It was too much, especially at the base. Breathing came in quick, quaking gasps as I blinked with disbelief. Mine.

Sizzle’s musk was so strong, I could hardly think straight. I pressed my thumb into the meat of his shaft and he groaned. It was strange… The thick track of muscle on the underside of a human penis was three-fold on Sizzle, following those spiraling divots. I tried sliding my palm straight up and down, then again following their path with a twisting corkscrew grip, and his abdomen clenched with pleasure.

Just as I pressed a kiss to the base of his shaft, the toy between my legs buzzed to life. I squeaked, digging my nails into his hips to keep myself from falling over.

“Ya!”

I gave his shaft a sharp little slap out of habit more than fetish, since my hand had been lightly curled around it. He sucked in a breath, and the massive rod jolted.

“Ohh, I liked that,” he hissed, holding up his forearm. His holotab glowed through the fur and mischief gleamed in his stare. “Slap me, then call me a good boy again.”

“No.”

He moved something on his holotab and the toy between my legs pulsed, bulging in size along with the vibration. I moaned, holding onto his thighs for dear life.

“What’s wrong, morsel… bilong got your tongue?” His slipped from his throat, down his abdomen, and wrapped around my hand, tugging it up and down his shaft for me.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. Something beneath my hand was twisting on its own, but I couldn’t see well enough to understand. “What—”

Sizzle chuckled smoke into his holotab and the pulsing of my toy followed the cadence of his voice. He hummed with bass delight, loud enough to rumble through my chest like a subwoofer, and the toy followed suit, stretching my channel so deliciously that I came instantly with a strangled moan.

It only made me more desperate.

When my knees buckled, Sizzle slid to the ferns with me. Kneeling between his legs, I fell on his cock, sucking the tip into my mouth. I could only get a few inches, but he growled and gripped my hair. He pressed his thumb into the hollow of my cheek so he could feel the bulge of his head and I rocked my hips, rubbing my clit against the seam of my pants in desperation.

Sizzle purred into his holotab, and it vibrated my core so that the orgasm never ended.

Not until his hand in my hair pulled me back with a pop of my swollen lips.

“Shirt. Off,” he snarled, barely recognizable. I ripped it over my head in an instant, and the next thing I knew, hot come painted my chest and stomach and thighs. It hit my cheek and neck and hair, and it steamed. It was as hot as massage oil as it painted my skin.

Sizzle held my head back by my hair as he growled through his orgasm, and I sighed with relief, satiated and noodly. I licked his come from the corner of my mouth as he pressed a tranquilizer to the interior of his ear. His grip softened and he slumped against the tree. We were silent for several moments, listening to each other’s breath and the dull, distant sound of holoscreens and music in the home towers.

“Where do you live?” I slurred with a numb tongue. “The scrapyard?”

He regarded me, mouth claws rearranging his fangs and fur. “I used to, but I’ve built a new nest in the trees.”

“I see.”

“Come here.” He reached for me, and when I placed my hand in his palm, he pulled me against his chest, splitting his mouth open again to hug my naked torso. I pet his fur, rubbing the soft edge of one of his tall ears.

“Why do you hug me with your mouth like this?” I asked quietly, brushing my fingertips over all the fangs splayed out along my sides. This part of his mouth wasn’t wet, so it felt like hugging a naked lover without the stickiness that came with drying sweat. As strange as it had been at first, I was growing to love the intimacy.

Sizzle zipped his throat closed with reluctance, watching my expression closely as he hovered over me. “Do you dislike it?”

“No, I like it.”

He exhaled with relief, his breath ruffling the flyaways around my forehead, and picked debris out of my hair and off my sweaty skin. “My mother hugged me with her mouth like that. It feels right. Comforting.”

“What does it feel like?”

Sizzle adjusted his teeth, rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth. “Imprinting you in my senses. I feel your vitals, temperature, bones, and musculature. You also taste more like metal than other species. Iron. I like that.”

“Humans need iron. It’s in our blood,” I explained.

“Tch. Shilpakaari have copper in their blood but don’t taste like copper.” Then he cleared his throat with a hesitant croak. “Not that I’ve eaten one. Recently.”

“It would be difficult to keep a spare shilpakaari in your pantry,” I sympathized. Sizzle chuckled, skirting his claws up my spine.

I thought about his nest in the trees, imagining a massive eagle’s nest like a griffin might build, and wondered what it would be like to live in that. Would I have twigs in my hair every morning when I woke up? Would I have to bum a shower from Siobhan every couple days?

“Do you have a wardrobe?” I blurted. “Running water?”

Sizzle purred, righting me so we could look at each other. He leaned forward with his forearms balanced on his knees, claws brushing my thighs as his fangs zipped closed again.

“Why?”

I cleared my throat, clarity returning to me as reason snuck in. “We’re going to, ah, nest together, right? We’re… we’re dating. Officially.”

“Mating. Spinning. Courting. I don’t think human dating is a strong enough description for the attachment I currently have,” he hissed.

“Well, if we’re going to live together, there are some things I need,” I insisted. Sizzle’s eyes lowered to the harness that substituted for a bra in the colony.

“Keep talking,” he ordered, licking my collarbones clean. He bathed me with long strokes of his tongue as I spoke, making my cheeks bristle with heat.

“I need a wardrobe, running water, and some way to cool the air if it gets too hot. And I’d like to keep a holoscreen for watching movies. Food bay. Shower…” I trailed off as he unlatched my pants and pushed me back.

“Done,” he said easily, slipping my waistband off my hips, holding my legs aloft with a single claw at the back of my knees. He pushed my underwear aside, slid his tongue into my pussy and extracted the toy from my channel. It disappeared into his mouth with a crunch of electronics, and I felt my pussy clench on nothing in a way it never had before. It was unnerving and hot, how he dipped his head between my legs and slid his tongue home. I moaned, gripping his fur as he folded his tongue over itself inside me.

“Better,” he murmured, pricking my thighs with his mouth claws to keep me open.

Just as I was feeling my belly tighten and heat up again, Sizzle retracted his tongue and latched my pants back up. His shoulders and hips popped so he was back to all fours, and he shook out his fur like a wolf.

“Done? That’s it, just done?” I asked, scrambling up after him, getting whiplash.

“You will have anything and everything you want, morsel. Especially if you ever call me a good boy again.”

I bit my lip, mesmerized by his prepuce. I squirmed on my seat bones, clenching my kegel muscles and feeling the difference inside of myself. My patience was waning. I wanted to feel full again, and now I had a bargaining chip.

“Be a good boy and keep playing with me then.”

Sizzle chuckled, steam rising from the bellows of his lungs. He made a selection on his holotab, then closed the glowing red holoscreen.

“What a feral pet,” he teased, nudging my shoulder with his muzzle. “Back to your metal box for now, morsel. Sleep.”

“But—”

Sizzle grabbed my waist and pressed his throat teeth around my ribs in a pointy hug, purring in my ear. “Enough. The first time I fuck you will be in our nest.” He nipped my earlobe and backed away. “Hahloin approaches, and it will be a spectacular night. Our night.”

The festival…

Sizzle disappeared into the jungle and I trudged back to my unit. I tossed in my bed, but eventually curled up on the sofa and slept deeply.

When I awoke, the printer bay was hard at work on another toy, this one decorated in a spiral pattern and slightly bigger than the last. I took my new medicine before working it into my body, taking my time as the beta blockers kicked in and my breakfast printed.

Once I’d acclimated, I looked at my Halloween costume with a critical eye. It was fun, but it wasn’t spectacular. Just a black cat. Simple, fun for the kids.

But it was going to be our night.

And I was going to design something special.

I hunkered down, printing materials, adhesives, furs. Going through the methodical process of prototyping and drawing up schematics like I used to when I designed packaging. I hadn’t tried to do anything like that since starting my new medicine and half expected my lines and cuts to be a mess like they used to be, but it was smooth sailing. BEO’s holomarket body scans for buying clothing made it simple to create a costume base I could work on top of in more familiar mediums. I was laser-focused, and by the silence on my holotab, I could tell Sizzle was too.

Wherever he was, he was preparing in his own way.

Halloween was tomorrow, and I couldn’t wait.