Coye Vol 3 Ch 14

The interior of Byng's tent painted a detailed portrait of the one who inhabited it, giving Coye a more intimate glimpse into the girl's life than even her camp itself. The room was lit by a small oil lamp on one of several shaky wooden shelves, each filled with rows upon rows of trinkets and materials from various monsters. Bones, claws, and talons were fashioned into pieces of intricate tribal-looking jewelry, while other, larger bones served as the basis of little carved sculptures in the shape of animals and monsters. Some of them Coye recognized from encounters in the woods, while others still he assumed were native to her Homerealm.

Clothes stitched together from different animal or monster hides were strewn all over the place, surprising him as he'd only seen Byng wearing her typical combat attire. Clothes weren't the only thing she'd made with these materials, either. Around her room were scattered what looked like an array of stuffed animals made by either an amateur or someone with a sick sense of humor. Coye didn't find them cute, but he found the fact that Byng liked making them adorable enough to make up for it.

Least surprising of all were the containers placed here and there, which were filled with loads and loads of arrow components, as well as the headless arrow shafts just waiting to be crafted into a usable weapon. Coye didn't see any of the more dangerous things she used, at least. It comforted him to know she didn't sleep next to barrels of itching powder, stink bomb materials, and whatever else she used in her unconventional arsenal.

On the right-hand side of the tent was a huge pile of soft, furry bear and wolf pelts in place of a mattress. Sitting atop this grouping of furs was the girl herself, who was smiling, rosy-cheeked, and had a large hide wrapped around her. This blanket was thicker and heavier than the others, and it concealed her body like a cocoon. All Coye could see was her cute little face peeking out of its top. Although he couldn't see her whole body, her face was shiny and smoother-looking, and the dirt and grime accumulated from a long day of adventuring were wiped clean.

"That's a really nice look on you," Byng teased, resuming the act of non-subtly checking out the boy's bare chest and paying particular attention to his sleek, feminine hips barely covered by the wrap tied around his midsection.

"Glad you think so, t-thanks..." Coye replied as he put his gear on a nearby wooden chest. He then approached the girl somewhat awkwardly, pointing at the foot of the bed while asking, "So... should I just... um..."

Byng raised an eyebrow at the rhetorical question, stifling an embarrassed chuckle. "Where else do you think you're gonna sleep? It's not like you're gonna be heading back to town this late."

"No," Coye smiled weakly and sat down across from Byng. "Even if I wanted to, I'm too exhausted for that..."

"Why do you gotta say it like that?" Byng grumbled. "Now you're making me wonder whether you would go home right now if given a chance..."

Coye was silent, as was Byng. He looked down and frowned. "I didn't mean it like that... I'm just... nervous. That's all. There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

The silence continued, but now it was more comfortable, thanks to the pleasant grin on Byng's face. She was having trouble looking directly at him. For once, they were both finding it difficult to express themselves, and if not for the flickering sounds of the lantern, there might not have been a sound at all until Coye spoke up with a surprisingly direct inquiry.

"How long have you liked me, Byng?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Since the moment I first saw you," Byng replied in a mumble that came across as dismissive and even a little angry over the fact. "I know how that sounds, but it's the truth..."

"I'm not judging. Can I ask why, though?"

"A whole lot of reasons, short-stuff..." Byng shrugged and finally returned his gaze. Her typical confidence was present to a degree, but it was muddled by many other things that the girl rarely expressed. Anxiety, apprehensiveness, doubt... all things that Coye was familiar with.

"Tell me the first one, then."

"Well, it all started just because I thought you were cute. There's a lot more to it, though. I wouldn't be in this deep challenging you to a full-on Zurgarrah if that was all I saw in you. I'm just..."

"What?"

Byng grumbled and looked away from him yet again. "Nothing, it's... it's nothing..."

"Byng..." Coye scooted a little closer, reached out, and worked past his shyness to place a hand on where he could tell her knee was underneath her blanket. "This might sound hypocritical coming from me of all people, but you don't need to be so worried about any of this. I want to listen to what you have to say, no matter how it comes off. Ok?"

Byng blushed and sighed, nodding her head. "Yeah, ok. You got me. It's just that the more I tell you, the worse I think it'll sound. I don't want you to think I'm shallow or anything like that, but the truth is... well..."

Shallow? Byng? Coye couldn't see it.

"If anything, I'm the shallow one..." he admitted. "The main reason I brought myself to take a chance and go out with you today is because I thought you were cute... I, um... I felt guilty about that at first, but now that I see all the amazing things it's led to, I don't think being shallow is necessarily a bad thing... as long as you're honest about it."

She smiled at the compliment, his words easing her nerves significantly. "I guess that's not too bad of a way to look at it, gahaha... we're already in this deep, so I should probably just get it off my chest. I don't wanna start anything with you without telling you why I really left my Homerealm. Even if it makes me sound shallow..."

Coye leaned in, unable to hold back his interest. "I'll listen to every word if you'll tell me."

Byng's heart warmed at his unwavering support, and she looked off into the distance as she recalled memories from long ago.

"In Grurguhrohk, we don't really have cities like you folk here in Karnalle do. Pretty much all Orcs are nomadic, and Gengaggi go where Orcs go, so... we never stayed in one place for too long. There are some exceptions to this, though. A few big, big, biiiig settlements exist for one reason or another, the biggest of them being Ghurdekh Dag at the center of the continent. It's sort of like a neutral ground between tribes, yeah?"

"Sure," Coye nodded, establishing that he was paying serious attention to every last word.

"When I was younger, my tribe actually visited there to do some negotiations with a rival tribe who was giving us shit. It worked out well in the end, but that's beside the point. Because it's the biggest 'city' in the Realm, Ghurdekh Dag is pretty much where all the inter-realm trading is done, even though it's not a port. So here I was, a little girl in this vast, sprawling maze of yurts, tents, and great stone buildings as far as the eye could see, a ton of which were filled with merchants carrying wonders from far-off Realms that I'd never seen before."

"That sounds like it'd be a little overwhelming personally..."

"You'd think, but Gods... I loved to see it all... every day we were there, I would run around and see the sights. One day, I ran into this booth full of Ikkunese traders, right? You know the type. Kimonos, mostly bald, wearing those weird, thin swords at their hip? They were selling all kinds of crap, but the most important thing was that there was another room sectioned off by these big paper screens at the back of their tent. I snuck in, and..."

"And?"

"And it's stupid..." Byng blushed and looked away again, laughing softly.

"It's not like I'm going to make fun of you, Byng. That's your job."

"Gahaha! Being on the other side of this is weird, but... yeah... so, in the back of the tent, they were selling these books. Naughty books."

"O-Oh, um... how old did you say you were?"

"I didn't, and it doesn't matter. Gengaggi sexually mature a few years younger than you humans, so we have to deal with crazy hormones once we turn eight or so." Byng shrugged beneath her blanket. "Anyway, these books were fascinating. Each one was filled with loads of dirty pictures, and they all told a story, I think? I couldn't read their weird, scribbly-looking language, but I didn't need to. The thing is, I kind of had a certain problem while growing up..."

Coye squeezed her knee and nodded, giving Byng the comfort she needed to go on.

"All the other girls around me would always be talking about how the big, muscly Orcs were all so sexy and how they couldn't wait to be bred when they were older- but me? Never saw the appeal. I didn't want some guy three times my size to pick me up with one hand and... yeah. Not my thing, gahaha... I thought that maybe I only liked girls or something, but... everything sorta changed after I started looking through a certain category from that book display. These ones weren't like the other ones. They all had drawings of boys who were small, cute, and adorable- just like girls! It blew my fucking mind, Coye. You have no idea! I didn't even know men could look like that!"

Coye gulped, feeling a certain heat fill the tent as Byng's passionate memories set off a fire in her heart.

"The problem wasn't me- it never was. I was so happy to learn that... I dunno... it's not like there would've been a problem if I only liked girls, but-"

"Don't worry, I get it."

"Thanks. It's just a cultural thing for Gengaggi, that's all. Anyway, there I was, having a sexual awakening right there in the back of the trader's tent. I was hooked, and I had to take these home with me, soooo I sorta stole like twenty books-"

"Byng!"

"Whoa, easy there, short-stuff!" Byng cackled. "Let me finish my story! My Dazhak caught me and whooped my ass hard enough for the Urfathur himself to look down on me and laugh, gahaha! When I explained why I did what I did, he let me keep them as long as I offered to hunt enough crap for the traders to make it even. Turns out I didn't even need to do that, though. The trader was kind of weird about it when I apologized. He said it would be his pleasure to make a gift of the books to 'such a lovely, greenskin loli,' whatever that meant... either way, I got off totally free and didn't even have to trade anything in return for the books!"

"You got off easy," Coye frowned.

"On the contrary- I got off hard! Gahaha!" Byng cackled, her joke so crass and embarrassing that even Coye couldn't help but laugh at it. "Man, I miss those things... I treasured those books. Kept them with me for years and years."

"What happened to them?"

Byng closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. "The same crap that happens every day in Grurguhrohk. I think I was like, fourteen? My tribe was minding their own business when some Vagrkun raiders thought they'd try and pick us off. Those fargarhks didn't know what was coming. We kicked their ass, even killed most of them. Thing is, Vagrkun Orcs are the worst of the worst. They decided if they couldn't steal our shit, it'd be better to just make us suffer. The ones that got away shot an assload of fire arrows at our camp, and... Gods, we lost so much in the blaze..."

Coye's heart sank, but Byng stated all this in a distant tone. It was hard to tell what she felt while recounting all of these memories. He wanted to do something to comfort her, but he also didn't want to interrupt. Ultimately he chose silence, and Byng continued on shortly after.

"Without those books, I just... fuck, it felt like I kinda lost a part of myself. I didn't have any way to indulge, you know? I didn't like Orcs, but I knew I still liked guys if they were cute enough!"

Coye tilted his head, a little lost. "S-Sorry, I just had a quick question. You keep talking about not liking Orcs, but you haven't said anything about men of your own race. Weren't male Gengaggi an option?"

"Eh?" Byng blinked and then laughed. "Oh, shit. I must've forgotten to mention it. Gengaggi are an all-female race, gahaha!"

Now it was Coye's turn to blink. "Wuh... what? How does that even-"

"I told you and Suz' that we were a sister race of sorts, yeah? Well. Legends say that long, long ago, weak beta Orcs grew sick and tired of all the alpha Orcs cucking them and hoarding all the females in their harems. Sherge, the Goddess of the Flesh, heard their prayers, and from her fertile loins, she birthed the first Gengaggi so that there was more than enough pussy to go around, even if you weren't strong enough to impress a female Orc!"

"T-That... sounds... insanely inappropriate...!" Coye blushed, having learned enough of Byng's culture for one night. "Are you saying your whole entire race are..."

"Sex slaves? Nah. Not anymore, at least. We've come a long way since our humble beginnings. Funny story: Gengaggi translates to 'willing cunt’ in your language, gahaha!" The way Byng talked so casually about this was astounding to Coye, and he shook his head in disbelief. "Don't sweat it, short-stuff. Most tribes treat Gengaggi as people now, and I've never served anyone- Orc or otherwise."

"I see..." Coye's anxiety was replaced with a dopey smile, one so obvious in its origins that it made Byng grin in response.

"Someone sure is happy to hear that..."

"N-No, I... um..." Coye stammered but then had a moment of self-awareness where he remembered his goal and what he was here for. He remembered Shayla's words and how she told him confidence was key, so he elected to show some of that right now. He cleared his throat to speak more clearly, saying, "So what if I am?"

"Oh, nothing..." Byng shook her head, her heart warming from his interest while speeding up at his bluntness. Then, she crooked her head to her side as she said, "Why're you being such a stranger. C'mere. Closer, closer..."

Coye gave in to her wishes, scooting across the blanket to sit by her side. Once he was comfortable, Byng wasted no time in showing her fondness. She learned her head against his shoulder and was quiet at first, leaving the boy ample time to enjoy her scent, which he'd spent most of the day trying to avoid. Now that she had rinsed off, her smell was dulled but far from nonexistent. If he stayed right next to her, it was only a matter of time before it started to get him.

"So..." Coye stared straight ahead, not turning to face her even as he spoke. "The real reason that you left your Homerealm was-"

"Because I'm a perv who likes cute little girly boys, and those straight up don't exist in Grurguhrohk. I gave up my tribe, my clan, my whole life, even... just so I could maybe find a mate who suited my tastes..." Byng sighed. "What's more shallow than that...?" She asked, her voice wavering ever so slightly.

Coye turned to look at her, finding the girl still poking out of her blanket with a frown on her face and glistening eyes. She wasn't crying, but it was apparent a lot was running through that mind of hers. Surprisingly, the boy had more opinions on the matter than she expected.

"I think you're being awful reductive of your issues, Byng... what did your family have to say about it?"

"Well, I mean... they were supportive about it and everything. It's just kinda something that always nags me, y'know?"

"Sure, but I don't think you should let it. Honestly, I... I'm a little jealous of you, Byng."

Byng looked at him with confusion. "What? Why in the fuck would you be jealous of me...?"

"I don't know... it's weird, but I admire how you had something you wouldn't compromise on. There was something you needed- something you wouldn't ever be complete if you didn't have, and you did something about it even if it meant packing up and leaving everything you knew behind. That's not being shallow- that's dedication. I'm jealous because... because I don't have anything I'm passionate about to that degree. You know yourself inside and out, while I feel like I don't even know myself at all..."

"...Coye? Don't you have any goals or anything? Um, what about moving out of the Guild? That's gotta count for something."

"That's short-term, just like everything else I've ever wanted. I was focused on ranking up for a while, but that didn't feel special when it happened. It was just... routine. Part of the grind... the only real goal I have right now is, um... figuring out my sex stuff, I guess, and learning about girls..."

Byng's heart felt heavy when she saw just how troubled this boy of hers actually was once he got to talking about himself. She knew there'd be issues to work through, but he was worse off than she expected.

Wanting to ease a little bit of the tension, she smiled and asked, "Guess it's a good thing I came along when I did then, huh, short-stuff?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess so..." Coye blushed.

Neither spoke for several moments as they soaked in the comfort brought about by sitting next to one another. They were close in body, mind, and heart, and it felt beautiful even as they navigated the unknowns of their uncertain relationship and their personal doubts.

As much as Byng wanted to delve deeper into Coye's feelings, she felt it might only exacerbate the problem. Now, he needed to take his mind off of himself and get it back on her.

"While we're being honest with each other, I feel like I should probably mention something that a Zurgarrah isn't just a simple challenge between hunters, y'know."

"It's not?" Coye asked although he wasn't that surprised over the fact.

"Nah. It's more like... a courtship ritual..."

"That sounds like something you should've told me up front,"

"In case you hadn't noticed, you aren't the only one who gets nervous..." Byng grumbled. "I just hide it better!"

"Sorry..."

"It's fine... the way it works is one hunter challenges the other intending to take on the loser as their mate. If the challenger doesn't want that, and they win, they can use their prize to demand that the loser fucks off forever..." Byng looked at him and made a long, purposeful pause that Coye recognized as an attempt to allow him the time to do just that. Enough time passed for her to realize he had no intention of doing so, causing her to grin and awkwardly look away. "Just so you know, if I won... I-I would've explained all of this and ensured you had a chance to back out. I wasn't going to force you or anything... I just... wanted to do it this way because I can be a bit old-fashioned sometimes. I wanted to win you like my Dazhak won my- sorry- like my dad won my mom..."

Of all the reactions Byng predicted and dreaded happening, laughter wasn't one of them. Coye started to laugh softly, causing her to look at him in confusion as she drew the blanket further over her head like a hood.

"W-What the heck is so funny? Huh?!"

"It's nothing, I just... Gods, I just wish you were honest about the way you felt about me so much sooner... today changed everything, Byng. I went from never wanting anything to do with you to wanting to rush ahead and say and do all sorts of crazy things with you..."

"Never wanting anything to do with- was I really that bad...?!"

Coye strategically held his tongue, which was the correct decision despite how much it made the grumpy green girl pout at him.

"It doesn't matter anymore because I know how you feel about me, and... and I know how I feel about you."

"This feels too good to be true..." Byng grumbled and looked away. "I feel like there's a big 'but' coming soon."

"I don't think so," Coye cupped his chin and gave it some thought but then hung his head. "Ok, maybe there's one thing..."

"Of course, there is," she laughed softly and butted her shoulder against his to show her displeasure. "Spit it out, short-stuff. Let's get it over with."

"W-Well, it's just that... I know you said you don't mind about Suzette, but things are so weird for me that I don't know if I'm going to end up in even more weird situations with other girls, and-"

"Oh my fucking Gods," Byng started to laugh incredulously, but he could tell genuine irritation was behind her outburst. "Are you still on about this wimpy crap, or what? I get that you're a super good boy and all that shit, but I don't wanna have to repeat myself again. You need to get over this hangup if you want things to work out. Don't tell me you were this wishy-washy with Suz', were you...?"

"Um..." Coye looked away nervously. "We didn't really firmly establish what our relationship actually was... because of the same concerns I just brought up..."

"Coye, is it wrong for a guy to sleep around if his partners consent to it?"

"Well, no, but-"

"You worried about double standards or something stupid like that?"

"Is it really that stupid?" He frowned.

Byng ignored his question, asking, "Do you want Suzette to fuck other dudes?"

That came so out of nowhere that Coye's reaction was pure- he expressed abject horror over merely suggesting it happening. "No! Never!"

"Mmk, then what about me?"

He took the idea even worse because she was right there with him. Coye clutched his heart and teared up at the thought. "I... I don't know what I would do-"

The girl smiled at his honesty but tightened her expression to become more serious. "Good. Now we know you were full of shit earlier."

"Uh... what do you mean?"

"There is something you want to do with your life, you doofus. You want a harem."

Coye stared for what felt like eons before finally repeating, "I... want a harem?"

"What else do you call it when a guy has more than one devoted lover and is still allowed to sleep around and potentially add others to the mix, huh? Short-stuff, I'm just calling it like it is. Your problem here is thinking that it makes you pigheaded, or maybe you think you don't deserve it? I don't know what's going on in that silly little head of yours, but whatever it is, all you're doing is stringing Suz' and me along because you're not man enough to be honest about what you want."

Byng's words shot straight to his heart. Coye reeled in retaliation, feeling awful at every solid point she made. She was right. On some level, he didn't think he deserved this level of attention. Yet, he hadn't taken either girl's feelings into account.

"I'm so bad at this," he frowned and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I'm sorry... I want to be better, but I'm not like you... it's so hard, being honest about what I want..."

"I know, but this is your chance to change. Don't you want that?"

Didn't he?

Coye remembered his dream's accusations and that changing was the whole point of today's adventure. Yet, all that had changed was his views on Byng while he was the same as ever. What was the point of all this if he didn't man up?

"How can I change?" Coye asked, fighting back against his fears and doubts.

"You can start by telling me what you want for your prize, y'know... I thought that would be pretty obvious."

Gulping, Coye turned to stare straight at the girl who sat beside him. She had done the same and was now gazing at him with expectations and a crimson blush. Byng had never looked so beautiful, with the fire bringing out the color of her amber eyes and highlighting her round, freckled cheeks and pouty lips.

This was it, everything about today was leading up to this one moment, and he couldn't back down now. Not when he'd all but confirmed what he wanted to happen and not when Byng was waiting to hear it. If there was a chance for him to change as a person, now was the time.

So what if he liked more than one girl? It's like Byng, and even Shayla said. There are many ways to love other people, and so long as everyone in the arrangement was fine with it, why should he care about what he felt he deserved? It wasn't about what he deserved.

It was about what he wanted.

Coye liked doing lewd things with Shayla and Suzette, and he wanted to expand it to include Byng. He didn't want things in the air like he'd half-heartedly proposed with Suzette. He tried to course correct. Coye wanted commitment and to accept this new side of him for what it was.

He took a deep breath and struggled to speak before getting out, "I... f-for my prize, Byng... I want you... to be... m-my... my girlfriend..."

Byng was patient the entire time. She knew that Coye had grown significantly over one day and wasn't expecting the boy to just up and express himself without any difficulties. As she waited, she didn't tease him or rush. She merely allowed him the proper time it took for him to be a man.

"No," Byng said flatly.

"...W-What?!" Coye's heart just about exploded in his chest.

"Girlfriend is too weak. It's baby shit. Try again!" She hissed at him. "Unlike you Karnallians, we don't have this 'boyfriend and girlfriend' crap back home because, in Grurguhrohk, people know what the fuck it is that they want. You want something more serious than just messing around, right?"

"I... yes, I do, but-"

"No more buts! You say 'but' again, I'm gonna spank yours raw! Now say what you really want to say!"

Coye took in both the criticism and the kinky threat as his anxiety swelled within him, yet, as hard as this was, it only got easier the more he tried. This wasn't a moment for thinking. It was one for action. Without a thought in his head, Coye reached out and grabbed the girl by her shoulders and lightly pushed her to the floor. She didn't resist, although she kept the blanket tight around her even as Coye pinned her down, placing his hands on both sides of her head as he hovered over her body, nearly naked.

"I want you to be mine, Byng...!" He put it plainly, summoning all of his conviction to sound as sure of himself and as confident as he'd ever sounded before in his life.

"No," Byng repeated just as flatly as she had before.

"Oh, come on! I'm trying my best here to grow as a person, but this is really hard, Byng! I don't know if I have a third confession left in me after that one! I-"

Coye stopped his embarrassed rant as he noticed Byng looking away from him, her face filled with a flush. Even those pointy green ears of hers were turning red.

"You don't have to confess again, short-stuff... it's just... if you want me to be yours, you have to be a man about it and seal the deal..." Byng added, forcefully making herself look back at him but giving Coye no other hints.

Coye blinked, all his attention being swallowed up towards Byng's lips purely out of instinct. He'd kissed Shayla several times, but he wasn't sure if that really counted on account of the Pixie's size. As far as he could remember, he hadn't actually kissed Suzette somehow, either, so in a way, this would be his first real kiss.

Yet, even that embarrassing thought could no longer stop him now. He was in too deep, so he dived down, closing his eyes as he brought his lips to hers and took them of his own accord. He basked in his reward- the phenomenally soft feeling of her mouth on his, as delectable kissing sounds started to echo throughout the large tent as they became more adventurous.

Since Coye had already shown great initiative, Byng figured it was time to take some of the stress off and take a step forward on her own. She was the one who first pushed ahead with their tongue, surprising him with its lengthiness as it slipped past his lips and coiled it around his. There, it circled and caressed him in her warmth, forcing Coye to moan out into their kiss from pure pleasure more than once.

This wet and piercing dance of theirs stretched on for quite some time, but eventually, Coye pulled away. Byng's tongue didn't let him go easily, tracing around the corners of his mouth as he backed off and making him whimper. Once he'd successfully drawn himself, he looked down at Byng and saw her smiling at him, drowning in desire and satisfaction. Byng couldn't be happier, and knowing that made him feel the same.

"Took you long enough, short-stuff..." she giggled, although her voice swelled with pride. "Worth the wait, though."

"Glad to hear it... I actually haven't really done that before..."

"Wait, seriously?" Byng blinked. If she didn't know any better, she'd almost guess he was bullshitting to make her feel better, but she knew he wouldn't lie about that. Either way, she was stunned to discover that this was both of their first kisses.

"Y-Yeah, Suzette and I only got together yesterday. A lot of things happened, but... kissing wasn't one of them..."

"Score!" Byng pumped her fists under the blanket, drawing Coye's attention to the fact that she was still wearing one. That was curious, and Byng noticed his inquisitive gaze. "What're you looking at? You got a problem with my choice of attire, huh?"

"N-No, I'm... I mean... yes? I'm just wondering why you're still like that." He said, as dense as ever.

In a low, husky voice, the girl looked up at her new lover and asked, "Well, what are you waiting for, dummy? We sealed the deal- I'm yours now. Nothing is stopping you from reaching down, ripping that blanket off, and finding out for yourself. It's well within your right..."

Coye gulped, knowing how aggressively forward that would be of him. It was true, though. Byng was his. He asked, and he received. Slowly, his hand began to inch towards the blanket. Every painful second he took only drove up the palpable anticipation pulsing through him a hundred times over. By the time his hand finally grasped down on the furry pelt, he was trembling with uncertain excitement.

Coye pulled it off in one quick motion, and his jaw dropped to a comical extent, all the blood in his body rushing to his face. He wasn't that dense. Coye had fully expected Byng to be naked beneath the covers, but what he saw was much better.

Byng was decked out in an astonishing assortment of hand-crafted bone jewelry. She wore thick armlets and leglets with intricate patterns carved into them, two necklaces- one of small skulls and the other resembling pendants on a string- and all sorts of exotic bracelets and anklets. The only clothing she wore was a furry, spaghetti-string micro bikini which was little more than three triangles, each of which did a poor job of covering what was meant to be covered. Bone tassels dangled off the bottoms of her top, and as he traced his way down from her small breasts to the swell of her tummy, it occurred to Coye that no matter where he looked, the sight was more than he could take.

"Oh, Gods..." he claimed, picking his jaw off the floor lest he ruined the moment by drooling like a fool. "You're so beautiful, Byng..."

Byng was hoping for the best- she'd been waiting to show this outfit off for ages- but this reaction was more remarkable than she ever expected. She started to blush, her words catching in her throat. Never before had she felt so meek or shy, but she even went as far as covering up her chest with her hands as she fidgeted with her tassels.

"Y-Yeah? I mean, I know I am, but... thanks anyway, I guess, gahaha..."

Feeling surprisingly insistent, Coye said, "I mean it. You're amazing. You look like some sort of tribal Princess or something..."

She looked up at the boy and raised an eyebrow. "Oof, you are so lucky I don't mind the unintentional racism there, short-stuff."

"Agh- t-that's not..."

"Don't you learn anything?" Byng started to giggle, removing her hands from her breasts as she cupped them around his cheeks and allowing him to better drink in the sight of her scantily-clad body. "I'm just fucking with you, Coye."

"Oh, um... I'm sure I'll start picking up on that sooner or later..." Coye awkwardly smiled down at her, and she smiled back, which was the beginning of a painful silence.

It went on for so long that eventually, Byng had no choice but to comment on it. "Well? What the heck are you waiting for, short-stuff? Aren't you gonna... y'know... get all up in me, or whatever?"

"Y-Yeah," Coye started nodding overenthusiastically, earning a small laugh from the waiting huntress. "I just... haven't ever taken the initiative before..."

"Can't say I'm surprised," Byng sighed. "You definitely give off huge submissive vibes."

"Is... is that a problem?" Coye frowned. He was still figuring himself out sexually, but after everything with Suzette and how much he enjoyed serving Shayla, it was hard to deny where his interests fell on the spectrum.

"Of course not. I wanna fuck the shit out of you until you beg me to stop," she cackled. "But I do have a suggestion. I think you should try and take the lead this time, short-stuff. Y'know, get some practice? Variety is important, and... I can't speak for Suz' but... gah, I'm just saying you'll have to learn to man up from time to time. Your future partners might not always be in the mood to be on top..."

Coye picked up on what she was getting at, and although he couldn't see himself as a dominant lover, that was no excuse not to try. Besides, he knew that he'd enjoy anything so long as it was with Byng.

He took a page from her book and smiled down at her, doing his best to look cocky. "If you want something from me, you should just say it, Byng."

It wasn't convincing, but it was effective. Byng thumped him in the chest with her fist, "Fine, you damn pretty boy! I was the loser of our Zurgarrah, so I want to be taken like one. You think you can handle that?"

Coye laughed at his prize, adoring her embarrassed backlash. "I think I can try," he told her, and with that, he started his attempt.