Chapter 2: Innocent Bonding

Warning: Sexual content ahead. Read at your own risk.

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Never have I requested someone to rub themselves on me and being the first one to initiate this contact was different. It made me question if I really was Lucian.

The feeling stored in my two bottom cheeks made me question my identity. It was the same feeling I got when I was questioning Snotty's existence and Wye Fye's birth.

My bum itched to be touched. I wanted to rub it against a tree and smack it against a bystander's face.

But there were no bystanders here so the only option I had was...

"Peaches touch my butt."

This would be much easier if I asked Caleb.

The man looked at me in bewilderment.

"What?"

Did I have to force it on your hands? You were grasping it earlier like your life depended on it.

"I said touch my toosh."

The confusion on the man's face worsened. I released a sigh. He could only understand the language of hack and slash. Perhaps he would only touch it if not asked. Did that give him some kind of sense of authority?

I lifted myself from the spring; the water cascaded down my body. I knelt, facing Peaches just at the edge of the cool pool of water. If he cannot assist me then I just have to deal with this situation myself.

I must find a cure to end this heated phenomenon of a submissus along with these wings that grew out without my permission.

I could not just force my bum on a random person whenever the heat strikes. I put both of my hands over my bottom cheeks and massaged them. I sharp gasp escaped my lips as I molded the soft globes tenderly.

Peaches stood; he circled me curiously. He walked over the water to completely observe my body.

"Your culo (butt) is extremely red..." He commented. "Why is that?" He questioned.

The attractive sound of his voice worsened the situation. At this very moment, I did not want to hear his tantalizing voice. It was as if his deep and rhythmic tone was directly manipulating my tooshie to throb even more with the urge to rub at anything it could rub on, may it be on Snotty's face or Wye Fye's grave.

I shut my eyes, trying to think of a reply. I stopped kneading my bum for a bit.

"My culo admires the color of peach..." I replied.

If I could remove these lumps of fat from my behind then I wouldn't be in this predicament. Peaches materialized in front of me in a crouching position.

"Does it taste as sweet as a peach as well?" He asked me with interest.

His face was painted with sincere curiosity. I would rub my tooshie against his curious face for him to find out. I licked my lips, shaking my head.

"I do not know..." I murmured. My eyes were trained on his ruby-colored eyes.

My bum throbbed even harder. I clenched my teeth, trembling immensely. The tip of my ling dripped with a white substance.

"If your culo tastes like peaches, can I eat it?" He asked.

The reaper still had food in his mind.

"That would hurt if you did..." I told him, remembering what he did to the fork.

I would bleed to death if he nibbled on me with his steel teeth.

Although that would solve this heated feeling, I would turn into a rotting creature of destruction.

"You may lick it instead," I permitted.

He grabbed me by the arm, pushing me the other way. He placed his warm and colossal hands over my butt cheeks and began to knead it as I did. The reaper squeezed both of my cheeks hard to spread them apart.

My entrance felt the cold breeze of being exposed. A finger prodded curiously against my wet fissure. I lowered my upper body, raising my lower half in the air as if letting him handle my problem completely.

His warm breath fanned against my left butt cheek and I gasped when a warm and slick thing swirled around my sensitive bud.

"You smell and taste sweet..." He commented upon taking a lick.

The reaper briskly lapped my twitching and needy bud. I pushed back against his face. A yelp came out from my throat once a long and thick finger slid inside my channel.

The burning feeling of the intrusion only made me want more. My fissure wanted something bigger and longer like it was begging for something to be reached and abused.

"Your culo is sucking my finger in. Does it want more?"

I could only manage to nod my head. My inner thighs were wet as well as the ground I knelt upon. He inserted another finger and then curled them inside, hitting every sensitive surface around it. I curled my fingers on the soil, eroding the surface.

"Peach... Peaches...put something bigger," I panted.

Put a stick. Put an eggplant. Put anything bigger than your fingers. I needed to extinguish this burning feeling before it consumed me. It will destroy what little wall I have.

"What will I put?" He questioned. "There are no sticks here..."

I swallowed the pool of saliva and looked across my abdomen. My ling pushed more of that white substance. A ling was bigger than a finger. Peaches' ling would do.

Did he have a ling?

He looked like a child who was seeing fire for the first time and did not know what to do with it as his fingers were shoved inside of me. Truly, both of us didn't have a single clue about what we were doing.

What were we doing?

"Pu–Pull down your pants," I managed to say.

Peaches withdrew his fingers that were covered with transparent substance and pulled down his pants, exposing his stiff manhood.

I was salivating.

It was so big and thick.

I want it inside.

He fisted his long and fat manhood, staring at me with puzzlement.

My tongue swiped between my lips as I saw his pinkish wood out.

"Put it inside me," I murmured, swaying my hips at him.

The reaper placed his one hand against my butt and then the other one to put his ling in. As he started with the tip of his ling, he let out a grunt. I bit my arm from the stinging pain. He slid smoothly with the help of that liquid that my hole kept pushing out.

Peaches breathed heavily and was careful at first. I thought he was going to remain temperate, but a loud cry rose from my throat when he rammed the rest of his manhood inside of me.

Oh, carrots, you bring me joy.

"What now?" He shakily breathed.

He trembled; his ling throbbed inside.

Without giving him an answer, his hips moved on their own accord but at a slow pace.

"I want to...I want to stroke my thing using your tight culo," he whispered.

Carrots and cucumbers make me happy.

He withdrew his ling until the tip was the only part left. He rammed it back inside, piercing through without warning and consideration for my thoughts.

"Ah!"

My hole stretched to his meaty width; I was filled with his oppressive length. My own ling shot a long line of white substance. I clenched tightly around the reaper's manhood that forced a growl to erupt from him. He grasped my hips tightly and firmly before he withdrew his ling carefully once my muscles relaxed. He thrust in and out of me, slowly and tortuously. My body rocked back and forth from his pounding. His pace gradually increased and his breathing became laborious.

The way his hips slapped against my bum and the way he slid slickly inside of my sensitive chute was enough to make me whine, grunt, and moan. He groaned and growled like a menacing beast, mangling his submissive prey.

He was a starving predator and I was the prey who willingly offered his flesh for him to devour. No decent words were exchanged between us. Mild grunts and whimpers were the only sounds that consumed our hearing.

I was heaving and so was the man behind me who discovered this pleasurable activity. He didn't stop thrusting. His sweat combined with mine as he abused my needy hole.

Peaches' scarlet and misty eyes stared down on me. My chest thumped harder and faster throughout this heated play.

As I watched him from this difficult position, our opened mouths would occasionally touch each other. He opened his lips in an attempt to mold against mine, but he purposely missed it as if to tease both him and me.

The reaper's plunging became forceful and hurried. He hit something inside of me that caused me to explode the second time.

As I clenched around his shaft, he became rigid as he shoved whatever was left from his length inside of me. His mouth widened in a silent scream. I watched his handsome face distort in ecstasy. Warm liquid pooled inside of me. His body heavily fell on top of my back which caused me to fall flat on the cold ground. Somehow, the throbbing feeling lessened but my heart was still beating fast.

The haze in my mind cleared up as my rear was filled. I opened my mouth to initiate a conversation.

"Peaches, you are perfection at its finest," I praised.

He let out a calm breath which ended the sexual tension between us.

"And so are you," he replied with much more confidence.

He sounded different.

"But it would be nice if you would withdraw your ling," I deadpanned.

"It feels nice here. Let me stay until we get back," he requested as if no werewolf and dragons were waiting for us.

"Do you have a death wish?" I asked him.

It took a while before I could finally make him pull out. He was still hard but I told him to stroke it with his hand. He did so with reluctance but he was able to release his pent-up pressure...at my face.

I stood up with wobbly legs; my hips hurt.

I descended back into the spring, allowing my sensitive flesh to relax. I heard the footsteps of my companion from behind me and looked up to see his naked form.

"Lucian..." he murmured, curling his fingers to form a hole. He put his middle finger inside the hole and then thrust it back and forth. "When will we do this again?"

My eyes widened.

"Did it feel good?"

He nodded and immersed into the waters with me. He stood beside me and looked ahead while his hand was busy. Once he found my pinky finger, he grasped my entire hand and was content after that. He was the quietest among the four. Despite his killing tendencies, I believed that he was the most fragile one.

"Peaches, can you sing?" I asked him.

"I cannot."

"What do you enjoy doing besides sacrificing souls to your father and praying?"

My companion did not respond. He had a light blush on his face.

"I do not want to say. It is shameful."

Shameful?

I walked to his front and he pulled me against his robust body.

"Do not be embarrassed. Express what you want to express," I urged, raising our intertwined hands. "You do not have to be shy in front of me."

The reaper pursed his lips and avoided my gaze. Upon exhaling, he grabbed the courage to finally connect our eyes.

"Every person has a destiny

And mine was already given by an entity.

My whole life I was used as a tool,

But for you I'm willing to be a fool.

I have been alone from the very start

And you have hit me straight in the heart.

You lit a dangerous fire in me,

And I wish for it to fully consume me.

Hold me in your arms;

You bewitch me with your charms.

Hear my rhythm-less symphony

And make me be a part of your destiny."

I listened to every word that Peaches had uttered that rhymed at every end. I did not know that he was capable of constructing such a piece.

"That was superb," I praised. "It is as beautiful as your voice and your whole being."

At those words, I made Peaches smile back at me.

"I cannot sing but I can try...for you."

I nodded. "I was only suggesting it. You do whatever makes you happy," I told him.

"But you make me happy," he softly spoke in an annoyed voice as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.

I never thought I would hear this from a person who once declared his desire to take my life before. I chuckled at his words that made him push his awed face against mine in excitement, like pleasing me was his mission in life.

"How about you, what would you want from me? You will aim to sing for me, won't you? What can I do for you in return?" I asked.

He lowered his head, gripping my hand tightly. His smile faded. He raised his head to show me his scarlet eyes that were filled with passion.

"Just...stay. Stay with me forever." He brought my hand to his lips, kissing it longingly. "Never leave me..."

I closed my eyes, taking Peaches' much bigger body in my arms.

"Alright...I promise."