Onikuma Boyfriend: Emery (complete)

I’ve lived a pretty pampered life. Since my parents are spice traders, we were never hurting for money, especially when my father was chosen to oversee the cinnamon groves of the royal family. It was thanks to my mother that trade opened up with the Polar, and we were able to sell to the Czar and his family as well. For a while, things boomed for us.

Both my parents grew up poor though, having only earned money when they invested everything in a small farm. They started what they called a ‘living kitchen’ in one of the poorest parts of Rakshasa Country. They knew what it was like growing up with nothing and struggling to find food, and the living kitchen offered free meals to the community. They started a garden in the back where the villagers could come and plant their own food, learn how to garden properly, and even earn money working in the garden. The kitchen was run by volunteers, and the food was donated or paid for by my family. My parents would tell me that just because someone was poor, it didn’t mean they didn’t deserve good food. Food should be available for everyone, no matter who they are. Food was a right, not a privilege. I was never any good at gardening - my brother got all that talent - so I decided to work in the kitchen.

I fell in love with cooking, and it became my passion very quickly. I traveled often with my parents, who built a traveling kitchen for me. Wherever I went, I opened it up and cooked, giving free meals to people. No matter their walk of life or what they had in their pocket, I helped others with my cooking. That was one reason I decided to travel along with Kisska. She works with anybody who needs her skills, young and old, poor and rich, bringing their children into the world. It only felt natural that I travel with her, taking my kitchen wherever we go.

At the moment, I’m home in Rakshasa Country, where Kisska has been called to deliver the third child of King Amit and Queen Mythri. It’s perfect timing. I haven’t been home for Festival Season in a long time, so I’ve gotten to catch up with my family and work in the living kitchen again. During the festival, the kitchen opens up to everyone, and we make specialty foods, handheld items that are easy to eat while walking around. We make more sweets, including one of my favorites, a milky drink, called Thandai, spiced with cardamom, rose petals, saffron, and fennel, as well as a dash of cinnamon. 

The kitchen is rather empty once the dancing begins for the Festival of Color, so I take some time to clean up and get ready to serve the last batch of food that evening. Once the dance is done, we’ll be flooded again, and then we can close for the night. 

Just as I am filling the trays again the doors open, and in walks a great big onikuma. His fur is black and shiny, and there are brown markings around his face and paws. I’m feeling a bit ragged and worn out, and I know I don’t look my best, but I greet him with a smile regardless. “I’m getting everything set out. If you’re hungry, just give me a few minutes.” I set the empty trays on the counter and let out a yawn. 

“Something smells wonderful. I just wanted to come in and see.” He walks up to the counter, looking down at the warming trays. His eyes light up as he gazes over what’s there. “I’ve been eating all day, really, but the smells coming from here are heavenly. Are you the chef?”

I feel a bit self-conscious. He’s quite good looking, and I’ve been breaking my back over ovens and kettles all day. I smile shyly and nod. “That I am.”

“What’s your favorite thing here?” he asks brightly. “Anything you’re really proud of?”

I look down the line of food. “Well, the skewers are pretty good. I came up with the marinade myself.”

The Onikuma plucks one of the wooden skewers from the batch. The meat is curled and crispy with a caramelized glaze and crumbles of dried apple, raisins, and crispy fried black garlic. He takes a bite, ripping the entire wad of meat from the skewer. I can’t help but notice how pretty his teeth are - all sharp and white, the fangs curved just ever so slightly.

He makes a deep, guttural sound in this throat and clenches his fist around the wooden stick. The fur around his face bristles so that he appears twice as fluffy as before. He murrs in pleasure again and looks at me with big, sweet eyes. “This is amazing!” He reaches for another skewer, then stops himself. “Is it alright?”

I smile at him and nod. “One more. I have to feed the hungry crowd coming.”

He takes one more, gently nibbling on it to savour the meat. “I do barbeque.” He sounds quite timid as he tells me this. “I actually had it set up this afternoon, but I ran out of supplies, so I’ve been going around and trying all the local foods. This is by far my favorite of the night.”

I always get goosebumps when someone compliments my cooking. It’s one of the best feelings in the world. “You’re a chef too. You should have told me! I can give you the recipe if you like.”

His eyes grow wide. “What? Really? You don’t want to keep something this good secret?”

“Good food is for everyone. What’s the point of keeping it secret?” I wave him to the back and bring into the kitchen, where I take out my journal of recipes. “The more people who enjoy it, the better.” I take a scrap of paper and scribble down the recipe for him. “My name is Yasa, by the way. So if anyone asks, just say Yasa gave this to you.”

“I’m Emery.” He takes the recipe and holds it close. He looks it over and a small frown appears on his face. “By chance, do you know where I can stock up on spices around here? I mean… I know Rakshasa Country is the best place in the world to shop for spices, but who would you recommend?”

“Well, my family. They own this kitchen, so all their spices are used here, and they’re what I always travel with. If you aren’t busy tomorrow, I can take you to their vault.”

“No wonder you’re so good,” Emery chuckles. “You must know spices better than anybody.” He folds the piece of paper in half and tucks it into his pocket. “You must speak their language. I would love to talk with you about it.”

He’s so cute. I’ve met many chefs in my time, but none of them have this innocent glow about them. “The language of spices? Sure, you can call it that,” I chuckle. “Perhaps you can make your barbecue for me some time, so I can hear your language in action.”

Emery’s tongue sticks out just barely from between his lips. “It is a long process, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here in Rakshasa Country. If you’re ever in Obresh, I’ll be opening up a permanent stand there soon.”

“What luck! I have my own place in Obresh as well. Perhaps the two of us could join forces?” I say teasingly.

“I would love to work for you!” Emery gushes. “But you probably have plenty of people helping you. You must have a big family.”

“No, not really. Just my parents and my brother. I run the kitchen at home by myself, since I’m not usually there for very long. I travel a lot, going wherever my friends go.” I point out the back door, beyond the garden, where we can see the Royal Castle all aglow. “Right now, my friend is on assignment for Queen Mythri. She’s a midwife and she’s become quite popular with the royalty.”

“Kisska!” Emery blurts, and I nearly drop the pot I’m holding. 

I stare up at him in confusion. “You know Kisska?” 

Emery shakes his head. “I haven’t met her yet, but I do know Mika and Zahbi. Loker and Susilo are the friends I’m traveling with.”

“The fireworks guy!” I exclaim. “You work with Kaboom, right?”

“How funny! Our crowds are mixing together so much, yet you and I have only just met.”

I giggle, enjoying his genuine reactions all the more. “If we aren’t careful, we’ll all be one big happy family.”

“Why be careful?” he asks softly. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Well,” I murmur as I set more food out. “I’m used to my girls. Aren’t you used to your boys?”

“Of course I am.” Emery offers his help in setting the kitchen up and getting all the food out. “But I would like girls around too.” His smile is so cute and his tongue sticks out just barely from his lips again.

“Let me guess, you had a big family, didn’t you?” I chuckle.

Emery shakes his head. “Not too big. Nine sisters and eleven brothers, that’s all.”

I stare at him in shock. “How the hell did you mom manage that?”

“I have three moms,” Emery says proudly. “I’m the firstborn from my mom, so I always helped her and my other moms with cooking and getting the table ready. I loved always having a big table and so many happy eaters.”

“I can’t imagine.” I really can’t. I have a hard time picturing such a giant family in one setting. “How many dads did you have?”

“Just one, but he always spent time with us.” Emery looks into the pot of thandai and takes a deep breath over the steam. “This smells like heaven.”

“Here.” I come over, spooning him a cupful. “I have tons of this. Drink as much as you’d like.”

Emery sips delicately, and a big smile spreads across his face. “This is wonderful! Thank you.”

Outside I can hear the music change. The moon dance is in full swing, and soon people will be flooding in for their final meal of the day. “Tomorrow,” I quickly say. “If you want a tour of my family’s spice vault, you can meet me here in the morning. I’ll be helping prep for the day, but I have the rest of the day off.”

“I have to go shopping for more meat, but I need the spices too. I can count it as part of my shopping.”

Already people are starting to trickle in to get food before they retire for the night. I get busy handing out food, and I lose track of Emery as everything grows so busy. All I can hope is that I will see him tomorrow.

I make sure to get a good bath that night, washing myself until my black fur gleams. I smell like the fryer, so I use patchouli soap to mask it. I keep picturing Emery’s innocent smile, his lovely eyes, and those long, sharp teeth. The idea of them makes me shiver. I’ve always had a thing for pretty teeth.

It’s late, but I take my time to relax in the tub, soaking myself as the light of the full moon gleams through the windows. I almost fall asleep until I hear my brother’s baby start to cry. I get out of the tub, and pass by him and his husband in the hallway as they’re walking her around.

“How was it tonight?” My brother Anoop asks.

“Oh, just busy.” I reach out, taking my sobbing niece and holding her. She’s so tiny she can fit in the crook of my neck. She’s an Ocelot Rakshasa, and her spots haven’t even come in yet. “How was it here?”

“Quiet,” Sano, his husband, sighs. “It was actually quite nice with just the three of us. We got some sparklers and colored smoke bombs from a vendor earlier, so we just celebrated Bebe that way.”

“You seem in a fine mood,” Anoop teases. “Did anything good happen?”

I chuckle as I hand Bebe back. “I met another chef. I’m going to show him the vault tomorrow so he can stock up.”

Sano smirks. “A private tour with another chef. Is he cute?”

I give him a glare. “Of course he is. I have good taste in men, too. He’s an Onikuma.”

“Ooh, big boy,” Sano whistles.

“What kind of chef?” Anoop asks. “Does he have his own restaurant?”

“He travels like I do,” I answer. “But he told me he’s opening a stand in Obresh, so the two of us will probably be close to one another.”

“Be careful, Yasa. This is how one catches marriage,” Sano chides. 

I scoff and put my hands on my hips. “Maybe for you two, but I rarely stay in one place. He isn’t going to want someone who’s in and out all the time.”

“Yasa, hush!” Anoop teases as he covers Bebe’s ears. “There is a child present.”

I point a finger in his face. “Be glad you’re holding that baby, or I would have punched you by now.”

I bid them goodnight and head off to bed, catching a few hours of restful sleep before I have to get up and head to the living kitchen. Once I get there, I see that Emery is sitting out front, waiting. He looks up and smiles when he sees me, standing and waving as I approach. “Good morning, Yasa!”

“It’s so early!” I exclaim. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d help in the kitchen. I’d love to see how you work - I mean, if you don’t mind having me around. I’m very curious to know how you handle a kitchen.”

My cheeks burn as his sweet expression and kind words grip my soul. “I can always use help here. I don’t mind the help at all. But you said you had shopping to do today.”

“I can do that later.” Emery follows me into the kitchen. “Where do I begin?”

A couple of volunteers are already prepping vegetables and meat for the day. I lead Emery over to my station to make the marinade for the meat skewers. “Chop all this garlic for me.” I tell him.

“You got it.”

I’m getting the liquids ready when I turn to see Emery chopping. He’s so fast and precise, moving his knife like a waterfall slicing into the water below. I consider myself pretty handy with a knife, but I feel like I’m standing before a master. “How do you do that?” I gasp.

“Practice.” Emery beams proudly. “My dad was a butcher, so I learned about knives very early.”

“Well, you’re on chopping duty for the rest of prep. Think you can handle that for me?”

His eyes light up like the sunrise. As he grins, his sharp teeth protrude and make the fur on the back of my neck stand on end. “I’d love to!” he exclaims. 

“Be careful. Don’t make yourself too useful to me,” I tease.

Emery sets to work while I get the rest of the kitchen operational. I glance at him from time to time, watching him make quick work of his chopping task. He shows the rest of the volunteers his techniques. During a break, he even sharpens all the knives in the kitchen, showing his personal flair for that, too.

“You’re a natural,” I say to him. “Everything you do looks so effortless.”

“You make flavor seem the same way,” he says brightly. “The smell that comes from your cooking is unearthly.”

My heart is hammering against my ribs. “Like you said,” I murmur shyly, “just practice.” I clear my throat and take off my head wrap. “I can take you on a tour of the spice vault now. I think the kitchen has everything it needs.”

“I’m excited,” Emery says. He holds his arm out for me. “I’ve never seen a spice vault before.”

I take his arm, hoping my pounding pulse doesn’t give me away. “I can show you the royal cinnamon grove, too. My family runs it for King Amit.”

“That’d be great! I’ve always been curious about how cinnamon was grown.” His tongue sticks out between his lips again. I wonder if he was that cute as a cub.

I’ve given tours of the spice vault many times before. It’s just something that exists in our backyard, and I don’t appreciate the true beauty of it until I see it through Emery’s eyes. He has questions about how we process everything, how we dry and age certain plants, what wood we use to smoke others. His knowledge is astounding, and his theories on blends and how they can be used in cooking, baking and grilling are all fascinating.

“You said your father was a butcher, but how did you stumble upon cooking as a passion?” I ask him. We’ve been sitting out behind the spice vault together, trading cooking techniques and our favorite meals. I’ve completely lost track of time.

“I told you, I enjoyed cooking for my family. I wanted to give them new things, different things. My dad built my first barbecue pit for my birthday, and ever since I knew that was my goal in life.” He gives me that cute smile. “My siblings grew up and started their own families. I didn’t need to cook for them anymore, so I started my restaurant before I met Kaboom and Loker. I wanted to make sure other people had good food. And since Kaboom traveled just about everywhere, I could learn from people like you how to do that.”

I decide to be bold. “Do you have a partner, Emery?”

He tilts his head to the side, his expression blank.

“Romantically, I mean.” I pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them. 

Emery blinks and his tongue appears between his lips again. “Do you?” he asks. “Because I could get really romantic with a girl like you, Yasa.”

How dare he? My heart is running wild in my chest. “Aside from my girls, I’m not linked romantically to anyone.”

His smile grows, showing off those lovely teeth. “Then I’ll have to cook for you once we’re both in Obresh.” He gets a thoughtful expression on his face then turns to gaze up at the sky. “Let me think. What would be a good romantic meal to make you?”

“You’re serious?” 

“Well, that’s what you were asking, right?” Emery tilts his head. “If I said ‘no’ weren’t you going to ask me out anyway?”

He was playing such a cute, innocent part, but he saw right through me and beat me to the punch. “Of course.”

“Then let me be the first to cook. I got a sample of what you can do, but I really want to show off for you.” He looks down at his hands. “I’ll make you something really impressive, I promise.”

“I have no doubts there,” I giggle. “I’m sure you’ll sweep me off my feet.”

“I would go ahead and do it now, but I don’t have all my equipment, and I don’t have somewhere private either.” He starts drawing in the dirt with his claw. “I want to go about this the right way, you know?”

I scoot closer to him, leaning into his side. “It's OK. I’d want that too,” I giggle.

“I still have to finish out festival season, but once that’s over, I’ll be heading back to Obresh.” He gives me a soft look. “Do you know when you’ll be going back to Obresh?”

I think for a moment. I really hadn’t set a date - I just wanted to visit my family for a little while. “I hadn’t seen my family in a bit, and my brother just adopted a little girl, so I wanted to see her. But I should be heading back sooner rather than later.”

Emery nods. “Well, when you come back, I’m staying in a cabin owned by someone named Pix. Do you know her?”

“I do. She’s a friend. I’ve been to Pix’s many times before she and Hemi married.” 

His arm slips around me, and his big paw rests on my shoulder. He’s so warm and soft. “Then come there as soon as you’re back. I’ll be preparing something special for you.”

“What if you meet someone else before then?” I ask with a smirk. “What will I do then?”

Emery grins. “I won’t, trust me. I haven’t met a girl who excites me like you do.”

Damn him and his way with words! I sit up enough to place a kiss on his cheek, but he turns his head and I end up kissing his tongue sticking through his lips. “Oh no! I’m sorry!” he gasps.

I pull back, touching the moist patch of fur where his tongue hit, and snicker until it comes out as a full-throated laugh. I pull him close and give him a full kiss. “Quite alright,” I sigh. “I like your tongue.”

He chuckles shyly and rubs the back of his neck. “That’s one way to put it!”

After that, it’s hard to meet up again. We cross paths occasionally, mainly during the evening when both of us are tired. We chat and share a snack or something to drink. Eventually he tells me he’s heading back to Obresh. I kiss him goodbye. I want to do more than that, but knowing I’ll see him again keeps me grounded. He holds me tightly, wrapping those great big arms around me as his kiss deepens. His teeth gently nip at my lip, and I’m over the moon.

“I’ll see you again,” he whispers. “Don’t worry about that.”

“It’s the when.” I kiss him again before letting him go.

I decide to travel back with Loker and Mika after they finish their little vacation in Rakshasa Country. Luckily, it isn’t too long, and I’m soon heading back to Obresh with them. Kisska has headed back already, so she and Zahbi have already cleaned the house when Mika and I return.

I rest a bit, but I don’t wait long. The morning after my return, I make my way to the cabin where Emery is staying and knock on the door. I stand waiting expectantly, but when the door opens, Susilo stands there. “Oh, hey.” I wave, a bit disappointed. 

“Zahbi isn’t here,” he says. “She went back to the clinic this morning.”

I shake my head. “No, I wasn’t looking for Zahbi. I was here to see Emery.”

Susilo’s eyes widen. “Afraid he isn’t here either, Yasa.” He points towards town. “He’s set up his stand already, and he’s there right now working.”

“He got it set up?” I ask in surprise.

Susilo smirks. “Yeah, said he wanted to impress somebody. Can’t quite figure out who. You can’t miss it, you’ll smell the place before you see it. It’s towards the pub, just a little bit beyond the tailor.”

“Ok, thank you.” I bob my head. “Bye.” I wave as I leave, racing back into town. Much like Susilo said, I can smell the barbeque before I see it. The thick savory smell of the smoke and meat awakens a hunger deep inside me. The stand is set with red canvas, so it stands out amongst the rows of buildings. The smoke rises up from the back and curls into the sky.

I step inside the stand, seeing only a counter at the front where people can sit to eat. Emery looks up from the chopping block and breaks into a grin. “You’re back!” He comes up to the counter as I sit down.

My heart is going faster and faster as he approaches me. “You weren’t at the cabin, but luckily I found you.”

“I wanted to get this up and running before...” He stops himself and laughs shyly. “Are you hungry? What can I get you?”

“I thought you were going to make me something special and romantic?” I tease.

“Right now, I can give you lunch.” He leans over the counter, pressing a kiss to my lips. I feel those teeth again and I shiver. “I can make a private, romantic meal later.” He motions to the back. “I have a kitchen set up back there, so tonight, if you feel like it, I can do it.”

“You’re not impatient are you? I did just get back. Maybe I want to sleep or something.” I run my fingers through the fur on his chest. 

“Well, if you’d prefer to rest, I’ll wait. But yes,” he chuckles, “I’ve been waiting for this!”

“Then tonight,” I purr. “For now, surprise me with lunch. I’d love to see what you make here.”

“You’re in for a treat! Max just gave me a wild boar he hunted the other day. I’ve had it smoking for twenty-four hours, and the crust on it is remarkable. I’ll make you a sandwich.” He disappears into the back, coming back to the chopping block with a chunk of meat and a loaf of bread. He slices the bread, tossing it onto the cast-iron stove top with butter. He slices the meat thinly, and I can hear it sizzling. He takes the toasted bread and smears it with sauce, then gently layers the meat with a special slaw. “I used your spices to season it,” he says shyly, offering me the plate. “I have to admit, I can really see the difference in what I’ve used before.”

“Let me see if I can even pick this behemoth up. I bet you're popular with the Orcs,” I chuckle. I manage to pick up the sandwich and take a bite, and moan happily as I chew. Between the juicy meat, the crispness of the slaw, and the spicy sweetness of the sauce, I’m in heaven.

“Is it good?” Emery asks.

I nod as I take a bigger bite. “It’s so good! Why didn’t you warn me?”

His smile is radiant. “I’m glad you like it!. I actually used your skewer recipe as inspiration. Is that OK?”

“If you can make it work, you can do whatever you want with it.” I finish off the sandwich despite its size, and my stomach is tight and full. I’ve not been this satisfied with a meal in so long. I would happily eat more if Emery offered it to me.

It starts to get busy, so I promise to see Emery again once he closes up shop. I really wish Tysh was back home. She could make me a nice dress for our meeting. I’ll just have to make do with what I already have to impress Emery. I’m so excited to taste his cooking again. What he fed me today was so good, I don’t know how he can possibly top it.

As I return to his stand, the scent still hangs heavy in the street. The lights around the stand are turned off, save for the glow coming from the back. I walked around to the small room built onto the back of the stand. The door opens as I approach, and Emery emerges with a bucket under his arm.

“You made it!” he grins. “It’s almost done, I’m sorry but I got a late start on it.” He sets the bucket down outside, then offers his hand. “It’ll be about an hour. I hope you’re not too hungry.”

“I don’t mind.” I walk inside with him to find a full kitchen and a smoker with a chimney. There’s a loft above where he must keep supplies. “I know it’s worth waiting for.”

I sit down at the small table while he finishes cooking. He gets pots on to warm, then sighs and removes his apron. “Sorry about that.” He sits down beside me. “Things got so busy today. I never expected my stand to be like this.”

“The way you cook, you didn’t expect to be popular?” I laugh. “You’re in a good location in a town full of big, hard-working people. I’m not surprised at all.”

He relaxes. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m fine right now.” I reach out, placing my hand over his. He turns it over so I rest my palm against his. I rub my fingers up his arm then gently squeeze around his bicep, and my eyes widen as I feel the mix of softness and muscle. “My, my, what big arms you have.”

He smiles timidly. “Not really. Kaboom’s are bigger.”

“I’m not touching his arm.” I wink up at him and place my hand back in his. “Are you going to tell me what you’ve made for dinner, or I am to be kept in anticipation?”

“Anticipation.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips, and then another, and another. The kiss grows deeper and harder each time, until I’m pulled into his arms.

I press my hand against his mouth to stop him. “Let’s not get carried away. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But...” I look into his big brown eyes and melt a little. “Bite me.”

His ears flick up. “What’s that?”

I open my blouse, exposing my neck to him. “Bite me.” I run my fingers down my neck. “Just enough so it hurts.”

He looks confused. “You like that?”

I kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and running it over his teeth. He groans, sighing as I sit on the table before him. “You have really nice teeth,” I purr. “I want to feel them.”

Emery wraps his hands around my waist. “Well, we do have time to waste.” He eases in close, breathing on my neck. His lips part, and his teeth sink into my shoulder. I whimper, biting my lip. He digs his teeth in until there is a dull ache, both there and in my loins.

“Oh, Emery,” I moan. 

Emery’s hands knead my waist and back. I crane my head back, a loud moan escaping my lips. He pulls back, breathing hard and licking his chops.

“You didn’t hurt me,” I purr. “It felt good.”

“I know,” he grunts. “Too good.” he glances down to his lap, then back into my eyes. “Maybe we should stop before we go too far?”

I wrap my arms around him, kissing him. “Maybe you’re right. But won’t it be hard to cook with this sticking up?”

I rub my foot against the bulge in his pants. His whole body tenses. “Yasa,” he moans.

I slip off the table and kneel in front of him with a smirk. “Let me take care of this for you. Is that alright?”

Emery gulps, and his tongue sticks out between his lips. He nods shakily and undoes the laces on his pants. Lifting his hips I tug his pants away, and his cock lays heavy against his thigh. It pulses as I look at it, dappled black and pink just like his tongue. I take him into my hand, stroking him slowly. 

“Yasa,” he moans again. 

I lick him from base to tip, never breaking eye contact. He shivers, eyelids fluttering as I take the tip into my mouth. I suckle, kneading his sack with my free hand. His thighs tremble. I look up at him again, seeing his tongue poke out and his eyes lidded and happy. The way he tastes and feels against my tongue makes my head spin. His cock is long and is quite thick, and I slurp as I take him into my mouth again, feeling him vibrate all over.

At last, I stand up from between his legs and sit down on the table top again. His eyes glisten as I hike up my skirt, spreading my thighs for him. “Hurry, or dinner will burn,” I purr.

“You sure?” He stands up. “You really, really sure?”

I nod, biting my lip. “Very.” I lay back on the table as he kisses me, laying his body over mine. I feel him move between my legs, his thick cock rubbing against my slit. He guides the tip in with his hand.

I’m not sure what comes over me then. Perhaps it was all that time waiting, and perhaps it was the lunch he made me. But I can’t keep my hands off Emery that evening. I want him, and I know I won’t let go. Once he’s inside me, stretching me until I’m full, I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. 

He bites me as much as I want, those beautiful teeth of his digging into my flesh. His big body presses into mine, on the table, on the floor, against the wall. Emery is always pressed against me no matter the position.

I’m overcome sooner than I expect, and my breathing stops as my whole body is wracked with pleasure. My knees buckle, and Emery holds me up. His cock slips out, and he comes all over my thighs. 

Emery feeds me dinner, giving me bites from his claws. He licks gravy from my breasts, and we giggle and tease one another. It’s the first naked meal I ever have, and to be fair, it is extremely romantic.

I curl up in his arms once I’m full, snuggling against his warm chest as his arms wrap around me. I feel full, safe, and warm.

“I’m not sure which I liked better,” I purr. “The food or the sex.”

Emery chuckles. “I don’t know which one I’d like to hear you compliment more. I’m sort of proud of both.”

“You should be. You’re a gifted young man.” I kiss him. “Either way, I could go for seconds.”