Free The Rings Fighter by JC Andrijeski

about that.”
    Feeling him tense, she glanced at his face, wondering if she’d overstepped.
    When he met her gaze, a slight frown touched his sculpted lips, but he didn’t look angry.
    “I’m not,” he admitted. “...Happy about it.”
    Still holding his gaze, she nodded. “And you’re not going to tell me why you were such a jerk to her?”
    “No,” he said.
    She nodded again, but smiled a little that time. “Okay.”
    “Okay?” he said.
    She nodded. “Okay. Can I have your body now?” she said, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Or do you want to talk some more?”
    She sensed that indecision on him again, but not for long.
    Abruptly, his fingers wrapped around her arms, tightening as he yanked her closer. Before she could catch her breath, she’d half-fallen onto his chest and he was stinging her, his tail pressed into her side as he let the venom go. He groaned when he stung her a second time, right before his hands were on the front of the soft blouse she wore, unfastening it roughly with his fingers. He stung her a third time before he finished getting it off, and then he was turning with her, rolling her to her back until he had her pinned to the top of his bed.
    She was still reacting to the size of him, to his weight on her, his tail wrapped around her tightly as he began kissing the front of her body, when he stung her a fourth time.
    She let out a longer-drawn cry as he began yanking down the soft pants she wore. After he finished he was hanging over her again, kissing her shoulder and then her breasts as he reached for his own pants, working one-handed to finish what she’d started. She tried to help him, but he wouldn’t wait for her now, his breath coming out in short groans as he fought with the catches, leaning most of his weight on her as he kissed and bit at her bare skin.
    He got the pants undone and kicked them off as he clasped her wrist, right before he stung her again, letting out a heavier growl from a deeper part of his chest.
    That time, she felt so much of him she was clasping his neck and back, her legs wrapped around his bare waist and coiling around his legs.
    Inside me...   she thought at him, throwing images at him, desire, pulling on him. I want you inside me... please... please... fuck me, please, please...
    He groaned again, then he was trying to do what she asked, raising his weight on his arms. He stopped kissing her long enough to position himself over her, then hesitated, as if changing his mind. She felt drunk on his venom by then, nearly out of control and cried out when his fingers slid inside her instead of his cock.
    Then he was leaning on her for real, coiling his tail around her and sliding his hand into her deeply enough that she let out a cry.
    He stung her again while she was still reacting.
    He kissed her mouth then, and she lost herself in that sensation for awhile too, biting his lips when he paused, caressing his tongue with hers when he started again, massaging his chest as his breath came shorter and harder.
    By the end of the next sting she was kissing his chest, massaging his cock with her fingers, pulling on him, asking him with every part of her.
    He groaned, but continued to hold her off.
    He explored her with his fingers, growling heavier as she arched up against him. He stung her again and seemed to lose control.
    He removed his hand even as he raised himself over her.
    For what felt like a long time, he only hung there, unmoving. She explored him with her hands, really looking at him for the first time as she willed him to fuck her. She threw the wanting at him intensely enough that he let out another deep growl, lowering his head, but still, he didn’t move apart from his hands stroking her skin. Her eyes remained on his cock, her fingers caressing the silk-like skin covering him there, too.
    Nirreth sex organs were shaped close to a human’s but thicker at the base, more tapered, often longer, but with a similar, mushroom like end. Agnon had