Quit Your Waning (Over the Moon #3)

JIHAE

The light of my holotab quaked across the shortcut trail, its choppy blue glow just barely enough to see by. Steam billowed around my sprinting feet as the night air cooled and the groundcover released the heat of the day with an audible hiss. The sound was disorienting, even if it was familiar. Maybe it wasn’t the jungle, but Sizzle stalking nearby, licking his chops, waiting to pounce.

I knew logically that he wouldn’t hurt me, but evolution played into our game and I let it push me harder. Imaginary claws raked at my back and bit down on my neck. My breath grew more shallow as my pulse skyrocketed, thumping in my temples and flooding my ears.

Then a howl filled the dense jungle, revving up like the sound of an airstrike siren, hollow and otherworldly. It was far away, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long. Sizzle had given me as much time as he could.

Now he was coming for me.

My rabbit brain took the reins. I pulled my fluttery skirt off, rubbed my face on it, and threw it into the underbrush. Then I slid into the ferns in the opposite direction and backed away from the trail as far as possible, wide eyes trained on the dim glow of fog bubbling up on the path. I closed my holotab and waited.

Within seconds, Sizzle’s heavy claws vibrated the ground and animals fled. The branches above me cracked and swayed, and the canopy shivered as slumbering birds burst into the sky. My bilong was only visible by the illumination of his holographic black flames. He slid to a stop on the trail, spraying mulch and slicing up exposed roots. His hackles rose as he searched the trail, separating his bifurcated lower jaw and snapping it together with feral impatience. He caught the scent of my skirt, ears swiveling towards it, then shot off like a rocket, shaking the trees as he disappeared.

Wasting no time, I shuffled backwards, holding my breath, knowing that if I crawled far enough, I’d end up on the other side of a bend in the path. I was so close to the end of the trail, and if I made it that far, I’d feel victorious. Worthy.

Certain that there was no movement, I rose to my hands and knees, the mulch poking holes in my tights. Ferns tickled my shoulders and caught on my bodysuit. I kept one eye over my shoulder, desperate to catch any movement. When I was sure there was none, I heaved a sigh of relief and faced forward.

Sizzle’s black, flaming face waited for me, submerged in the glade of ferns and grinning as if he were a sea monster awaiting his prey in an ocean of blood. I gasped, my limbs shocked and locked as I scrambled, falling over myself. The most terrifying Cheshire Cat ever imagined, his teeth glowing in the blacklight flames, the long line of throat teeth down his chest exposed and illuminated.

“Boo.”

Sizzle lunged forward, grabbing me by the ankle in his three-part jaws, wrapping his tongue around my calf as I shrieked with pure instinct that devolved into hysterical, breathless laughter. He snapped me up and threw me over his shoulder, rising to two feet with a haunting trumpet of triumph aimed at the sky.

I clutched his fur as he sprinted straight through the jungle, ignoring the path. Tree boughs broke, vines snapped, and the mist blasted apart around us, climbing the black tree trunks in billowy shrouds and gusts. Sizzle jumped, pushing the air out of my lungs, and caught onto something, lifting us into the canopy.

And onto a platform.

The world turned upside down, and the wind blew right out of my lungs in a whoomph as Sizzle tossed me down onto something soft. I panted, staring up at him…

Then around the warmly lit room.

I was sitting in a deep well of cushions covered in a cooling net stapled neatly into a basin within the floor of a round treehouse built in an astonishing combination of traditional hanok architecture and a palace or temple’s cylindrical roof beams. The massive biria’s trunk cut right through the floor and ceiling at Sizzle’s back. Polished to a deep magenta, every plank was new, shiny, and clean, and the beams above were carved to imitate the same patterns cut into Sizzle’s fur.

My lungs stuttered, and I breathed the place in. It smelled like heaven—bonfires and fall leaves and barbecue.

Maybe also motor oil.

And all around us sat dozens of jack-o-lanterns. Some were partially eaten or licked clean of the orange exterior, but still gleeful with triangular eyes and toothy grins. My pillows and linens were stacked in a neat pile in the corner, as if I was already moved in.

I was speechless. In awe, and…

Home.

“Turn around, morsel.”

I redirected my attention to Sizzle as he crouched on the edge of the floor at the foot of the bed, tongue lolling, fur standing tall and stiff. His voice shook my chest like standing next to a subwoofer blasting a bass note too low to hear. He spread his legs open, leaning his weight on the knuckles of one hand while the other squeezed the aubergine cock protruding from the bulging prepuce between his legs. I couldn’t help but stare as precum slid over his claws and dripped onto the floorboards.

I licked my lips and spread my legs in defiance, staying on my back. Even though I was fully clothed, I felt bare and vulnerable, rubbing my middle finger against the throbbing bud between my legs, so swollen I could feel it from above my tights. My channel clenched on my toy, so ready it was almost painful. Sizzle’s ears flattened and he snarled, still spreading seed along his shaft.

“Turn. Around.”

“But I’m enjoying the show,” I breathed, eyes sliding down the shaved designs of his chest. I bit my lip as he gave himself another tug with the long slide of his fist.

In a flash, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over, pinning me to the cushions as my tails went flying. I gasped, one of his claws engulfing the small of my back from hip bone to hip bone. As I turned to look at him, his other claw pressed down on the nape of my neck, keeping my head turned to the side. He brushed the matted hair from my cheek and forehead gently, setting aside one of my tails where it had fallen across my neck.

“Look at me.”

I strained to see him, meeting his yellow stare. He was calm, dangerous, and so in control that my pussy pulsed and my thighs grew wet.

“I am going to fuck you, Jihae, and you’ll never be the same.”

I nodded against his grip, whispering a plea for him to do exactly that. “Jaebal… “

Sizzle sliced open my tights with a snap that made my thighs jump, then pressed his muzzle into the crux of my legs and rubbed against my wet, aching slit. He hooked his many teeth into the delicate netting and ripped the seat free, swallowing it in a growl of desperation.

With the deep, sinister echo of an active volcano, his stomach rumbled. I gasped, the hair prickling on my neck as he shoved his long, dextrous tongue into my pussy and pushed me prone to the bed, wrapping it around the toy now pulsing inside my vagina.

“Oh my god,” I breathed as his tongue replaced the toy with a crunch and flipped over itself when it hit my cervix. He doubled its girth by folding it backwards, then pushed forward against the entrance to my uterus slowly, stretching the length of my channel. I squeezed his face with my thighs, and my muscles contracted around the abnormally large tongue.

Sizzle chuckled, a billow of steam seeping from the corners of his mouth. He eased off, then pushed again, folding his tongue again and again until it felt like a fist rocking back and forth, right on the edge of hot, syrupy pain like a strong massage. He pulled his tongue back, putting pressure on my entrance from within without unraveling the long muscle, then pressed forward again, forceful but not fast.

“Balli,” I begged, rocking back with my elbows, trying to get him to move faster. He refused with a growl. When the knot of his tongue popped free and left me empty, I mewled with disappointed shock.

Until he drove back in, pressed deep, and popped back out. He repeated this several times, the points of his claws pricking my side and cheek as he grew more ravenous. Summoning saliva into his mouth, he finally, finally, gave me what I wanted. He shunted me with force, pistoning inside my channel without pulling away, slippery and desperate.

“Yes!” I shouted, out of breath and whimpering. I curled my toes and pressed up on my hips, shaking with the effort to fight against his weight as the tension crescendoed and I exploded, crushing his knotted tongue with my orgasm.

He unraveled the muscle, sliding it up through my cheeks as he withdrew it back into his mouth with a dangerous purr.

“Are you ready?”

I could hardly gather the breath to speak, so I nodded, my cheek and forehead pressed to the cushions. My muscles shook as I raised my butt into the air so there’d be no question as my own fluids dripped to the pillows.

I was ready.

Expecting him to clutch my hips and prick my skin with his claws, it surprised me when he pulled my opposite elbow beneath my body, twisting my spine so I was looking back. I blinked, reaction glazed with the tingling, lazy heat reaching through my muscles and veins. My hips swayed in his massive palm as he loomed over my sweat-misted spine.

“Eyes on me, morsel.”

I nodded again, one breast cushioned against my neck and chin. Sizzle took his cock in hand and pressed precum from the tip, letting it fall on my upturned pussy. It was hot and tingled, every rivulet that cascaded down my opening and caught on the hood of my clit digging a groove in my memory. I relaxed more as it soaked into me, and he rubbed it through my skin with the tip of his cock

He was big, I knew that. But seeing his full length now, in the warm light of the jack-o-lanterns, was a divine experience. It was long and thick, with a spigot tip rather than a mushroom head, as long as my forearm plus my hand. Those spiraling divots were deepest from the base to midway up the shaft, and shallower along the top half. It was confusing at first but then…

My eyes widened as his fist descended his shaft and his cock spun like a corkscrew, bulging the spiraled base out like a wicker basket. The bottom half of the deep spiraling grooves split open to form a hard knot, and slits along the slides wept fluid that he used to coat his entire length.

Sinister amusement lit his eyes as he put on a show, pumping his cock while his hackles rose with aggressive excitement. With each retreat of his fist, the spiraled knot bulged and his cock spun, then he’d tug and it would stretch to its full length again, rotating back. The scalloped slope of his head mesmerized me as it spiraled back and forth. More than precum was dripping from the hood of my clit now.

I whimpered and pushed my hips back, desperate to make skin contact. He let out a hiss as our feverish bodies met and the back of his knuckles raked through the mixture of our fluids. Luckily, Sizzle was not a patient monster. He slid his head into the groove between my legs and rocked back and forth, slick thumb pressing his shaft down hard.

His head changed directions, the scalloped petals nudging at my channel. I strained my hips open, holding my breath while he fed me his length inch by glorious inch. As his head butted up against my cervix, it spiraled, and that scalloped edge twisted up my nerves in a way I’d never experienced before. The knot pressed against my entrance, fully spun, then he eased back and his cock rotated again as he withdrew to the tip.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, channel already pulsating and full. Eyebrows scrunched together, I tilted back to meet him as he thrust again, and again, gaining momentum. He snarled, baring his thousand-tooth grin from jaw to sternum. His snake-like lower jaw split open, saliva dripping from his fangs as we both watched him claim my body.

Suddenly, his claws crashed into the edge of the sunken bed as he loomed over my back, enshrouding me in his shadow. I gasped, his hips shunting into me hard enough to lift my knees off the cushions. He pressed his head against the floorboards, watching himself pound into me from above my head. His tongue reached for my hands and gripped them like a fist as he drove into my pussy with abandon.

Then Sizzle seized up, his powerful abdomen bunching above my spine. Thick, hot jets of seed filled my pussy to overflowing as he pressed that spiraled knot against my entrance hard, trying to make room for it. The three sections pulsed and clenched, a mist coating my inner thighs and butt. Unable to stop himself, he howled that eerie siren sound up at the ceiling.

My thighs slumped, the strength leaving me completely as the haze of lust receded. Everything in me ached, but I smiled, exhausted and sated, covered in semen, some sort of mist, and still wearing a half-eaten kumiho costume.

Sizzle and I said nothing at first, panting and in awe of what had just happened. He huffed, sniffing me, rubbing his nose against my spine, dragging his claws down my ruined tights. I gave him happy little moans in response, but anything more was beyond me.

Once Sizzle had calmed, he unraveled his tongue, held my hip, and cleaned me with long, languid strokes. The sweat and dirt from running through the jungle, the mess between my thighs…

“What was the misty feeling?” My voice was rougher than usual when I questioned him. Had I made that much noise while we were having sex? I must have. The grin on his face was beyond smug.

“Mmm, let’s call it birth control.” When I raised a brow, he snorted. “Without forcing my helices into you to fertilize my seed, I’m impotent. Neat trick, isn’t it?”

I hummed in agreement, glad he’d at least had the mind to think about that.

“Good boy,” I murmured, carding my fingers through his fur. He puffed up, panting.

Then he unhooked my belt full of tails and tossed them onto the floor. He tugged on the remnants of my tights, and my lazy train of thought shifted. He curled over me, a firm claw on my hip, and my brow creased with confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“Having dessert,” he simmered, slipping a claw beneath the netting to slit them open as if he were flaying dinner. “I’d share, but I’m territorial, and I want them.”

I smiled, letting my head fall on the soft interior of my bicep. “Okay, but what will I wear later?”

Sizzle slurped up the tights like he was eating ramen, slicing up the bustier with his mouth claws to eat next, proud that I’d finally let him eat the clothes right off my body. His rough palm brushed the entire length of my bare leg as he swallowed. “You won’t want for clothing, but I suggest you never get attached to anything you wear.”

“Wae?” I asked sleepily. He understood, even though I asked in Korean.

“Because I plan to feast on them every night for the rest of my life.”

When our eyes caught, the playfulness had left him entirely, the orange glint of the jack-o-lanterns’ menacing light dancing across his fur. He was lounging stock still, one wary eye turned towards me to watch my reaction to that confession. Becoming part of Sizzle’s diet was tantamount to a direct proclamation of love.

I licked my lips, turning in his grip to face him with a sober expression. His nostrils flared, a nervous huff filling his lungs. He adjusted his bifurcated lower jaw, his teeth click click clicking back into formation down his throat.

“Not my boots or my favorite bra,” I warned in a grave tone. He licked his teeth, yellow saucer eyes glancing down at my bare chest. I tapped him on the nose like a dog, and he immediately looked back up, licking the spot on his snout. “This is very serious. New boots and bras aren’t comfortable.”

“Is this an ultimatum or a negotiation?” Sizzle hedged, ears perking up. I pressed my lips between my teeth, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

“What are you offering?” I asked in a professionally stoic tone.

Sizzle clacked his claws against the floor in thought. Though the bed was huge for me, it was just the right size for him, and I rolled towards his superior weight, loving the feel of his short fur against my naked skin. His prepuce, pressed against my thigh, was swelling again as he pondered his terms.

“A wardrobe, running water, a holoscreen twice the size of the ones in those puny units, an insect holoshield, a food bay—”

I slapped a hand over his muzzle, looking around at his state-of-the-art hanok tree house. “You don’t have to convince me to live here, Sizzle. I’m here.”

“You’re not leaving?”

“No.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Then when your boots and bras are no longer comfortable, can I have them?” he asked.

“Of course.”

His ears perked. “And I can eat your pussy for breakfast every morning?”

I blinked at him as his tongue surfed over his teeth. His eyes glazed with excitement at the possibility, and I squeezed my thighs together.

I cleared my throat and pushed my hair from my face, trying to sound like anything but a thirsty idiot. “That seems reasonable.”

Sizzle clacked his jaws together in celebration and rolled me beneath him. I squeaked as he slid his knees beneath my thighs and grinned down at me.

“So we have a deal, morsel?”

“Y-yes,” I breathed, overwhelmed and blushing.

Sizzle leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re mine, Jihae.”

“You’re mine too,” I responded immediately, clutching the fur of his neck, hugging him close to me. He nuzzled my collarbone lovingly, fur standing up on end, then a claw slid around my throat as he nipped my shoulder.

“I hope you’re ready,” he growled, his cock growing from the pouch of fur between his legs, weighing heavily on my stomach.

Whether he was talking about round two or the rest of our lives, I wasn’t sure.

But I was ready.