Rakshasa Pirate Boyfriend Atticus 2 (complete)

    I’ve finished the gate for Atticus and am delivering it to him for inspection. I had been to Aberdeen’s house countless times, but never once since Atticus had bought it and taken over North Square. The appearance of the place hadn’t changed at all, but the aura around it had. There was now this lively feeling, less pomp and more welcoming, as strange as that is. 

    I pull the carriage up to the existing gate, and before I can even step out, the door is open, and Atticus comes walking out.

    “There she is, the gem of the North Square,” Atticus greets me.

    I frown, but I remember my promise to my brother, Jason. I have to play nice. I manage to push out a smile as he approaches. “I have your gate,” I say, moving to the back of the cart. “I just wanted to get your approval. If it meets your standards, I’ll get the hinges ready and then my dad, and I will install it.”

    Atticus pulls back the sheet and a smile crosses his lips. “This craftsmanship,” he purrs, and he rubs his paw over the iron. “Intricate, yet strong. Only the most beautiful of hands could craft such an amazing work of art.”

    I tuck my hands behind my back. “So, is that your stamp of approval?” I ask.

    “More than that,” Atticus growls. “I am extremely pleased with your work. You not only did what I asked, but you went above and beyond that.”

    “I simply did the work that was asked of me,” I reply. “No need to go into flowery words to thank me for doing my job.”

    Atticus smiles down at me. “Why don’t you come inside?” He asks. “I was just sitting down for a drink.”

    I could kill Jason, but I know I need to fulfill my promise to him and I suppose it is better to do it sooner than later. “What kind of drink?” I ask.

    “Whatever you’d like. I, myself, am enjoying a wonderful tea blend I got while traveling the Rakshasa coast.”

    I perk up at this. “Tea?” I ask.

    Atticus chuckles, flourishing his arm out to lead me inside. “I much prefer caffeine over alcohol.”

    I chuckle in surprise. “You don’t seem the tea type at all. I figured you for the one who drinks wine over a meal.”

    “Oh god, no. I love food.” Atticus pats his belly. “I figured that would be obvious.”

    I smile and can’t help but giggle. “Well, one never wants to assume something based on someone’s weight.”

    Atticus licks his chops. “There is one thing I prefer to eat above food, but that is a conversation for a much more-” he takes in a deep breath, “intimate time.”

    My cheeks grow red and burn like embers. I look away from him as he leads me into the parlor where there is a fire roaring. I sit down in a large overstuffed armchair and Atticus pours me a cup of tea.

    “This blend reminds me of my childhood,” Atticus starts. “I grew up on the coast, I knew more of water than I ever did of land.” He places the cup and saucer in my hands. 

    “I thought that the Rakshasa hated water?” I ask.

    Atticus’ lip curls up over his sharp teeth, and I see one is capped in gold. “Horrible rumor,” he growls. “It is very much like saying humans don’t like spices.”

    I glance aside. “I’m sorry,” I murmur.

    Atticus pours his own cup and sits down. “The Rakshasa are as diverse and different as anyone. We are more than the pathetic term of ‘cat-people’” he growls. “Within Rakshasa Country, there are different tribes, countries, and worlds. You should read a book sometime.”

    I frown down into my teacup. “I said I’m sorry.”

    “I accept your apology,” Atticus says. “You should let me take you to Rakshasa Country one day,” he sighs dreamily. “I hate to say it, but Amit knows what he’s doing.”

    “Do you know him?” I ask.

    Atticus snorts. “Oh, fuck no,” he grins as he looks at me. “I grew up hearing stories of him. Firstborn son, war hero, champion of justice, blah-blah-blah.” He takes a long sip of his tea and sighs deeply. “And then he married a goddess. The man can do no wrong.”

    “You mean Mythri?” I ask.

    “That’s the kind of story that becomes a fairy tale,” Atticus replies. “Mythri and Amit are destined for that history. Forever loved and never forgotten, their story will be told into the future.” He chuckles and looks at me. “That’s what I want,” he says. “I want that sort of story and immortality.”

    I look down into my teacup. “And you think you’ll achieve that by being a pirate?” I ask.

    Atticus chuckles and takes another sip of tea. “I think it’s the perfect way. That warlord taking over the Empire, he was a slave. Now, look at him. Something can always come from nothing. If I can take my name and make it into such a thing, why not? Wouldn’t you take such risks to achieve your dreams?”

    I think for a moment. “Not sure.”

    “Don’t you have dreams, Lorelei?” Atticus asks. “Or is being a blacksmith what you always wanted to be?”

    I’m quiet for a long time, then I sigh. “I dreamed my mom would come back.”

    Atticus’s ears flick. “Did she run away?” He asks with a quiet voice.

    I set my cup aside and look into the fire. “Not long after Jason was born,” I murmur. “The doctor said Jason would never walk and it really got to her.” A scowl crosses my face. “She stuck around long enough to see Jason try.”

    “I’m sorry,” Atticus reaches out and puts his paw over mine. 

    I look down at his paw, and I don’t pull my hand away. “My dad did a good enough job. But still,” I grumble.

    Atticus squeezes my hand. “That explains a few things,” he chuckles. He takes my hand, lifting it and kissing my knuckles. “Let me give you your gifts.”

    I sigh and pull my hand back. “Why?” I huff.

    “Because they’re for you. I can’t give them to anyone else,” he chuckles. “Please?” He asks. “Or else they are just going to go to waste.”

    I sigh. “Ok, fine,” I grumble.

    “Wonderful,” he stands up and extends his paw to me again.

    I reluctantly take it, letting him lead me to the ballroom. It’s full of crates and boxes. Apparently, Atticus and his crew are using it as storage and a napping area. He leads me to a stack of wrapped boxes and hands me one.

    “Did you really have to go the extra step and wrap them?” I ask as I tug lose a bow.

    “I did,” he chuckles. “I do so find it enjoyable to watch a woman open gifts.”

    From inside the box, I pull out a simple dress, light and soft fabric the color of a poppy blossom. 

    “I knew you wouldn’t care for gowns and frills,” Atticus says as he rubs the fabric between his fingers. “I got you several along with the fireproof one.” He hands me another gift.

    “Do you always try to woo women like this?” I ask.

    Atticus shrugs. “Men, women, everything in between,” he grins. “I prefer to get to know someone before I do any sort of wooing,” he replies. “I like to create lasting relationships.”

    I look up at him. “Are you telling me you’re a polygamist?” I ask.

    Atticus throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Of course not!” He says. “I make love and keep friends,” he says. “Is that such a strange concept?”

    “A little,” I mutter.

    Atticus captures my chin and tilts my head up. “I find attraction, I desire company, only once the bond is cemented do I truly wish to make love.”

    I drop the box I was holding and hear something clattering and crack.

    Atticus chuckles and kicks the box aside. “Am I shocking you?”

    I swallow and take a step out of his reach. “I think I should be getting home.” I quickly turn and leave the ballroom. Atticus is close on my heel.

    “Why the rush?” He asks. “I thought we were having a good time.”

    I go outside and to the cart. “I need to make the hinges,” I say as I try to get into the cart. “Then I can install this with my father.”

    Atticus crawls up into the cart with me. “Let me go with you.”

    “No, really, just stay put!” I snap at him

    “I insist, really. You’ll need help unloading the gate, won’t you?” Atticus asks as he takes the reigns.

    I try to snatch the reigns back from him, and it starts a tug of war. We struggle and the next thing I know, the cart tilts. Our fighting and the weight of the gate makes the cart unbalanced, and as the horses rear back in retaliation, the cart dunks Atticus and I into the ocean.

    I cough and sputter, struggling to get to the rock wall. “See what you did?” I cough. I wipe my face and push my wet hair from my face. “It’s better if you just leave me-” I stare out over the water, not seeing Atticus anywhere. 

    “Atticus?” I whisper. I turn my head this way and that way in a panic. “Atticus!” I scream out. “Atticus!” I swim out and dunk under the water. I can’t see him anywhere.

    I rise up out of the water. “Atticus! This isn’t funny!” 

    Under the water, I feel something grab at my ankle. I scream and jerk, kicking. It catches me again, pulling me under the water. Strong hands wrap around my waist and pull me close. A moment later, I rise to the surface as Atticus bursts out laughing.

    I hit him and kick him. “You scared me!”

    “You were worried,” Atticus purrs. “I could hear it in your voice.” He nuzzles up to my cheek and neck. 

    “Not anymore!” I snarl. I shove against him as he kisses me. I moan softly, meeting his kiss and tasting the tea on his tongue. I then pull back to my senses and slap him.

    “You’re not funny!” I snap.

    Atticus pulls me into another kiss, and I greedily fall for it again.

    Atticus sighs as he pulls back. “I knew it,” he growls darkly.

    I glare up at him. “Asshole,” I pant.

    Atticus takes my hand. “There’s a dock behind the house,” he says. As he starts to swim, I notice that he has no legs. Instead, there is a tail.

    “Whoa!” I lunge away from him. “What is that?” I gasp.

    Atticus laughs and splashes his tail above the surface. “Never heard of merlions?”

    I stare at him, then his tail. “Where are your legs?”

    “The tail,” he says. “Water does something, not too sure on the how.” He shrugs, and his tail slips back under the water.

    “I thought merlions were a myth!” I gasp as he retakes my hand.

    “You’re gonna freeze here in a second. No time to argue.” He swims with me back to the dock behind his house. He gets me out of the water and carries me into the house. Once inside, he gives me a blanket to wrap up in.

    “Get out of those wet clothes,” he says. “Wrap up in the blanket and sit before the fire,” he tells me. Once on land, his tail becomes legs again.

    I do as he tells me, wrapping myself up in the blanket and sitting before his fire. He returns to the room, wearing dry clothes, his thick mane is still very wet. 

    “How do you feel?” He asks.

    I shiver and nod. “I’m fine.”

    Atticus comes and sits down beside me. He puts his arm around me, and I have to admit, he does feel warm.

    “Skin to skin would be much better,” he chuckles.

    “I’m sure in hell it is,” I grumble, tucking the blanket closer around me.

    Atticus pushes my hair away from my face. The touch of his fur feels nice, but I still make myself grimace anyway.

    “Merlions aren’t a myth, merely well hidden,” he chuckles. 

    I glance up at him and huff. “You scared me.”

    “I know,” he says. “I apologize for that one.” He snuggles in close to me. 

    I shiver again, and he huffs. He grabs at the blanket. “You’re never going to get warm that way. Come on now.”

    I grip tighter to the blanket. “You just want your kicks!”

    “I want to make sure you don’t get sick,” he snarls. He yanks open the blanket and places himself inside it. He pulls me close, and I can feel his warmth all over me.

    I frown, even if it does feel better that way.

    “See?” He chuckles. “You’ll be right as rain soon.” He rubs his paw up and down my bare back. He then starts to purr.

    “What?” I huff.

    “You’re hard as a rock,” he says. “I should have known, though. Years of working as a blacksmith have done it to you.”

    The more he touches me, the more I begin to melt. It feels good, and I feel dreamy and floaty. 

    “Strong arms and back,” Atticus growls. His paw then touches my arm. “I should challenge you to arm wrestling. Your arms feel like granite.”

    His touch isn’t bad at all. The only thing I hate is how much I am enjoying it and his words.  

    “Can I feel the rest of you?” Atticus whispers into my ear.

    I shiver, but not from the cold. “Why?” I ask.

    “Because,” he says. “I want to know.”

    I pull back slightly, letting his paw go down my center and along my stomach. He growls, and a dark smile spreads across his face.

    “I remember when I had abs like this,” he chuckles. 

    I touch his belly, it’s soft but rock hard beneath it. I lay close to him as his paw travels down my legs. 

    “There’s a softness here,” he breathes. “I rather like that.”

    I press my cheek to his chest and bite my lip. Why does he have to feel so good?

    Atticus tilts my chin up and presses a long, warm kiss to my lips. “I could make you a very happy woman,” he growls to me.

    I swallow and duck my head back down. “Atticus,” I whisper.

    Atticus pulls me into his lap, his paws stroking down my back as our chests press together. 

    “I can feel your heart hammering away,” Atticus chuckles. “It’s nice.”

    I huff and lay my head on his chest. “Don’t get any ideas.”

    “I have tons of ideas,” he laughs. “But I am not going to act on them. Not yet, anyway.” He kisses the top of my head. “Right now, I’m concerned with your health.”

    “I’m fine,” I grunt.

    “You’re still cold,” he whispers.

    I glare up at him. “Then why aren’t you warming me up?”

    He smirks and steals another long, deep kiss. I place my hands around his face, leaning deeper into his kiss. His arms embrace around me, holding me fast and tight. I feel a heat deep inside me, a longing to further this.

    I gasp softly, pulling back as Atticus winces.

    “What’s wrong?” I ask.

    Atticus opens an eye at me, chuckling. “You can’t feel that?” He moves his hips, pushing them up. I feel something hot and hard rub against me, and I gasp softly. 

“Oh fuck,” I moan.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this,” he growls. His hands move to my hips, holding me in place. “Can you feel it too?”

I moan softly, clinging to his chest and rubbing against him. The heat matches the one I feel inside me, and I want it desperately.

Atticus reaches down, opening up his pants and kicking them off. His cock is thick and hard, the way it lays, I am able to rub myself against him. His heat hits my folds, making them wet and ache. I slip my fingers between my legs, toying with my clit in need. I have usually been able to satisfy my desire this way, but I am finding it frustratingly fleeting.

“Here,” Atticus moans, “let me try.” he replaces my fingers with his own and my body jolts in response. The rough pads of his fingers feel so good against me, and the fact that it is him helps to soothe the dull ache.

I cling to his chest, rocking myself back and forth along his throbbing hard cock. Atticus is moaning in my ear, deep snarls and heavy pants.

I start to go faster and his tip presses at my entrance. I ease back on him, taking his cock inside me. I gasp and shudder, feeling a pleasurable spike course through my legs. I bounce more on his lap, stroking his thick cock deep inside me. It makes me feel tight and hot, and each time I sit on him, his tip hits all the way inside me.

Atticus moans, his hands gripping my hips tight, helping guide me as I ride him. The blanket falls away and were able to see each other fully. I kiss him, rolling my hips to keep him inside me.

“Is this what you wanted?” Atticus snarls with a smirk.

I gasp and pant, not really sure if I had wanted this all along or just now. I kiss him again, so I don’t have to answer, let alone think about it.

Atticus’s fingers dig into my hair, and he starts to move. He pushes up inside me, bouncing me harder and faster in his lap. I feel dizzy and like I am spiraling. I gasp and shudder, wrapping my arms tight around his neck. I moan loudly as I feel another spike strike me. I nearly scream when the heat becomes unbearable. It floods me and turns my brain to mush.

Atticus snarls, bucking his hips uncontrollably. He then pulls out quickly, his cum smatters along my thighs and buttocks. We sit limp for the longest time, panting hard and melting together.

After a while, Atticus lifts me up and carries me to his bathroom. There, he lays me in a hot tub and sits behind me. The warm water feels nice, and my fuzzy mind starts to clear.

Under the water, his tail wriggles slightly. He kisses my neck and shoulder and nuzzles to my hair. “Are you warm again?” He asks.

I chuckle sleepily and nod. “I am,” I murmur.

“Good,” he says proudly.

I look up at him, and my heart starts to hammer again. “Could we uhm...keep this under wraps for a bit?” I ask.

“You don’t want your brother to act smug?” Atticus grins.

I frown. “I hate when he’s right,” I huff. 

Atticus kisses my cheek. “He’ll be right one way or another. Might as well go out and thank him. That’ll catch him off guard.”

I giggle and lay against Atticus’ chest. “I still have to make the hinges for your gate. Good thing it didn’t fall into the ocean too.”

Atticus nibbles my ear. “No shop talk in the tub.” He smooths his hand down my chest and stomach. “Fuck, I could wash my clothes on your abs,” he snarls with a smirk.

I giggle and move his hands to my thighs. “These will be sore in the morning.”

“Good,” he growls. “That means you worked hard. Don’t worry, we’ll get them trained up in no time.”

I pop his cheek. “Don’t be gross.”

“Never,” he purrs. “Just being honest.” He kisses my neck. “The proposal still stands by the way.” He purrs. “Should you choose to accept it.”

I sigh. “Not yet.” I look up at him. “A little more bonding first.”