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Kinktober Day 3

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Day 3: Monster fucking Bardo

((No prompt))

Tw: Monster fucking love making

The first wave nearly knocks him out of his hammock, but that's not what wakes him. It's not the waves or the cold, no, Bardo is woken by a sound.

A familiar, glass rattling sound.

Not so much a song as it is a scream, and Bardo wastes no time racing above deck.

The stairs are icy under his boots, but the heavy steel spikes do their job to keep him upright. The small ship lurches as another hard wave rocks the boat.

The cries grow louder, more shrill, as the cold bites and claws at his exposed skin.

The starboard front-

"Bardo!"

He gapes at you, clinging to desperately to the net, your long tail tangled- it makes his stomach knot, but the sight of the breaching orca leaves him cold.

His hands are like ice as he hauls you in. They shake and bleed, raw in the freezing air, fingers already going stiff-

Clawing your way up, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders and sob as the whale comes again.

His knees knock as another fierce wave rocks the boat, the bellow haunting, demanding. Heart hammering in his chest, he stumbles back.

"Bardo, Bardo, precious-" Sobbing, you hold him close.

The kiss is firm, silencing. The cold bites at him, his warm blood smearing over your icy scales, and you lean in helplessly.

"Come on," he rasps, heaving you into his arms.

The net chokes your tail, but you've never felt safer. You knew he would save you, protect you, and for a helpless moment you're so deeply in love with him you forget the threat outside as he carries you down the narrow stairs to his cabin.

He's still so beautiful. Nosing his cheek, you kiss his temple, his jaw, as you tease his beard with your claws. A gentle trill escapes you as he lays you in his hammock.

For a moment, you just stare at one another. His dark eyes roam over you, his jaw tight as he takes in your face, your shoulders, your breasts, before it winds down your waist to your thick, sinewy tail. His pink tongue pokes out to wet his chapped lips before he sighs. Shaking his head, he bends to pull a knife from his boot.

Unsteady hands cut the net away. His Adam's apple bobs as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

It's not fair. You look the same. The same haunting beauty, the same doleful eyes, same sweet pout. Time hasn't touched you at all.

You wince as he knicks you, as he rips the strands away, his fingers coming back bloodstained and soaked.

"Why didn't you come back?" He huffs. "I waited and waited-"

Cupping his cheeks, you chirp over his tears, kiss the warm salt away. You don't understand. You weren't gone long, only a few seasons, only a decade-

But then you see the fresh lines around his mouth, the deep wrinkles around his eyes, etched into his brow, and realize time hasn't been quite so kind to him. Caressing the new white in his beard, at his temples, you trill, a low rolling note that reminds him of a cat's purr. "My precious Bardo."

He sniffles, shakes his head, before he goes back to cutting the net away. "Fuckin' foolish of me." He wipes a rough hand over his face, embarrassed by his tears.

He has so many questions, so many demands, but they all seem silly as the boat rocks again.

Pain prickles your scales as he unwinds the thick polyester ropes from the welts. A soft whine escapes you. Wiggling helplessly, you whine.

He hushes you. Wipes another tear away, leaving a streak of red in it's wake. "Knew I didn't imagine you. I knew I wasn't crazy…"

Your tail shifts between his legs.

"Christ, precious, there's so much blood-"

"Bardo."

Bloodshot brown eyes meet your gaze. You wipe the blood from his cheek with careful fingers, but it stubbornly stays. His eyes flutter as you coo, your touch so tender, your fingers cold on his flushed skin. You lift the ends of your long hair, still icy, still wet, and try again. This time it works.

Bardo shudders. His glossy eyes search your face. "You can't go again. I can't do it again, precious, I can't-"

The kiss quiets him.

The soft scratch of your claws through his beard makes him moan, and you're quick to steal a taste of his tongue, the burn of bourbon making you lick your lips before you throw your arms around him.

This laugh he gives is warm, bright and loud, and you love him. So desperately and so deeply; this lonely human who had saved you with no hesitation at all.

The boat rocks again and cements the thought.

Bardo sighs as you guide his hand to your breast. "Fuck, you really get down to it, don't ya, sweet thing?"

"Bardo."

He hums, noses the top of your head.

"My Bardo."

The nod is desperate as he begins to suck at your jaw, careful to mind the sensitive gills. Yes, yes, he's been yours for so long-

His thumb tweaks your nipple before he bends to take it in his mouth. The warmth is incredible, sharp and painful and perfect, as he sucks at the peaked flesh, lost in the taste of salt and skin-

"Bardo, Bardo, please-" you rasp, curling your fingers in his dark hair, the webbed flesh making it hard to get a good grip, but he follows your lead, lets you guide his mouth back to yours. He kisses you once, twice, the warm weight of him making you dizzy and hot. Nuzzling your noses together, you plead, "please-"

He swallows as you twist underneath him. As you grope his shoulders, paw at them, as your gaze goes down, drifting to where his erection is pressing into your belly. He blushes, rubs his face, as your hands wander over his t-shirt, squeezing his pecs, his stomach curiously, fawning over him, before you nip his jaw.

He blinks at the sting, wonders if it draws blood-

"Off." There's no room for argument as you tug at the tented fabric, unimpressed with his human need for modesty.

He doesn't argue. Just undoes his belt, his fly, and there's no time wasted as you reach inside. A moan tears through him at your cool touch.

He feels just the same, the same heat, the same weight, the same intimidating length-

You want it inside you, want to feel him for real this time.

His breath hitches. It's been so long, too long, since he felt the touch of another. His eyes flutter as you pull him on top of you. The kiss is slow, almost cautious, as you explore his mouth with a shy tongue, your claws careful and touch light as you stroke his cock; up and down, tracing the thick vein that winds down toward the base with your thumb.

He's older now, you're not quite sure what he can take, but you want to give him things, give him everything, and you pull back to tug at the bottom of his white t-shirt. Bardo doesn't need to be told this time, and he offers your brow a peck before he leans away to pull it off. His arms are wind chapped and red, and you kiss and nose at his bicep, a low keen of apology making him shake his head.

"No, no," he cradles your chin with his thumb. "No more worrying. Not now, alright?"

The heat of his hand makes you hum, makes your eyes flutter, as he lays you back down. "Bardo."

"Yes, precious?"

You smile at him.

"What is it, hm?" His dark eyes sparkle in the cabin lights. The kiss offered is quick, before he cups your breast in his big calloused hands. "You wanna stop?" It's a tease more than anything. He likes how you pout at the suggestion, likes how you settle deeper into the linens of the hammock as he takes in your smug eyes, your peaked nipples, your swollen slit-

You want him.

"Let me make you mine, precious." He tips your chin up, and your eyes flutter shut, expecting a kiss. "Say your mine."

"Mine," you echo, caressing his collarbone with your claws. Oh, his skin feels so nice, so soft and warm. Biting your lip, you pull him on top of you.

He chuckles. "Yeah, yeah, that's right. If you're mine, I'm yours."

You like the sound of that.

It takes an awkward bit of shuffling before he's able to line your bodies up. For a brief moment, as he rests his dick on the delicate lips of your cunt, he worries he won't fit, that he'll hurt you. Tapping the fat head on your entrance, he meets your gaze with concern.

You nod eagerly, sliding your webbed fingers over his wrist. "Mine."

"Yours," he agrees with a smile. Kissing you, Bardo holds his breath as he eases inside.

It stings, even the width too much for you, but the thick crown is stubborn as it splits into your tight hole. It's hot, almost unbearably, against your cool insides. Tail twisting, you gasp, arch into him as he kisses your cheek, your jaw. You arch into it, into his comfort, onto his cock.

He's so much bigger than the males you've had before. Not just his dick, but his shoulders, his stomach, his thick thighs- it's wonderful.

Obviously, you're a little different than his usual tastes, but you've captivated him for the past ten fucking years and now here you are, beside him, looking at him like he's a goddamn treasure-

And he looks at you just the same.

Weaving your fingers together as best he can, he moves slowly; you're so tight, too tight- he knows he can't rush this, doesn't want to anyway. He's waited too long for this.

A chirp escapes you as he inches inside. Tears marring your vision, you're unable to tear your gaze from his.

"Shh, shh, I got you, precious."

"Bardo-"

He nods, nuzzling your noses together before he steals a quick kiss. "I know."

The boat rocks, slower this time.

You nod back, just as desperate. He kisses your tears away, just as tenderly as you had his. "My- mine, my Bardo-"

You try to focus on him. How his chest feels heavy on yours, his skin flushed and warm, the firm press of his stomach, his beautiful dark brown eyes that bore into yours. The wisp of his hair on your forehead.

You coo as he finally edges the last bit inside. Breathing thin, you squeeze his hand tight as you quiver in the linens.

The scales of your tail chaff, but you ignore it. Your head swims as he kisses you, slow and deep. Murmuring, you sigh, lick your lips, as he pulls back.

"Can I?"

You blink.

"Can I move, precious? Can I fuck you?"

A wide smile crosses your lips as you nod.

The first thrust is strange, overwhelming, but you quirk your hips anyway. Match him pace for pace, until the two of you are nothing more than a panting, moaning mess. Sweat drips from his brow, each little dot soothing your dry scales as he kisses you, cradles your face. His thighs are chaffed pink from the rub of your scales, his back scratched up from your claws where they've dug into his shoulders, desperate to be close to him-

You can't stop repeating his name, whispering it in his ear like a prayer, like a promise, as your hands search his queer fleshy body-

Every twitch, every thrust, buries him deep inside, the stretch making you grimace, making you swoon, as he hits places no male has ever reached.

Bardo knows your close when you begin to sob, the pitiful tweaks of your hips telling him what you want and you cry out as he shifts.

His thrusts grow harder, more certain, and his jaw grits as you clench down. He won't last much longer. Can't. It's been too long-

The cords in his neck throb under your teeth, his groan low in your ear. The sudden spurt of heat against your cool insides lets you know he's coming, and it's too much for you.

With a shout, you throw your head back. The glass instruments rattle and shake with the shrill sound.

Bardo gasps as you gush around his cock, little rippling clenches that make him pant as he buries his face in your neck. For a long moment, the two of you can only hold one another, only relish in each other's touch, as your breathing evens.

His dark eyes search your face, but he doesn't pull out. "Precious…"

The smile you offer is full of sharp teeth, but the obvious stars in your eyes touch his heart. "My Bardo."

Swallowing, he eases his hand from your hip. He sweeps it up, over your waist, over your ribs, your arm, to grasp you by the shoulder. "Stay." It's more of a rasp than a command, as his Adam's apple bobs and his mouth grimaces. "Don't go again."

The words are muddled, but you know what he's asking. Cupping his cheeks, you bring his forehead down to yours. You hold him close, match his breathing, slow and deep.

"I love you," it's quiet, his lips caressing yours, before he shifts.

The emptiness, the loss of his body heat, makes you keen.

"Remember that, okay?"

His head almost hits the roof of the cabin as he stands. He tucks himself away, grabs his shirt from the floor.

Struggling to sit up in the damp linens, you huff as the hammock swings. You watch him dress, frown as he reaches for you.

You chirp in protest, curl away from him. It's too soon to say goodbye again. Your heart heavy, you shake your head as he hauls you out of the hammock. "Bardo-"

He grins. "Don't fret, precious. I knew I wasn't crazy, I knew you'd come back, I knew it."

You nuzzle his cheek as he carries you across the room. Kiss him, as he pulls the tarp away. Your head cocks.

"I got it on one of my trips to town. It's one of the biggest they make."

It's a queer sight. Long and rectangular, clear like fresh ice. You reach out to touch it.

"You'll stay here now, with me."

You tap the glass with your claws, giggle over the sharp little clinks.

"You won't have to worry about anything ever again." He moves slowly, setting you inside the tank. He smiles at the trill you give as you settle against the glass and his heart clenches in his chest. He almost lost you today. If he had just been a moment too late, he never would have seen you again-

It's a tight fit, but you're unbothered. Not entirely certain, but not necessarily afraid, you reach for him.

He frowns, but takes your hands. When you pull, expecting him to join you, he shakes his head. "I can't. I'll break it."

That confuses you. If it's not for him-

Realization makes your stomach knot. It must show on your face because he nods. The thought, the betrayal, chokes you a moment and you slap his hands away. "No!"

His features grow stern. "This is for your own good. It's too harsh out there-"

"No!" The scream shakes the glass instruments, rattles the tank around your sides. Your tears come hard and fast. "Bardo, no!"

"I- I'm sorry."

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