Otter absolutely hated the term ‘slut’, except when belling it on herself. And sometimes Sami, but only because Sami absolutely got off on being degraded. And most of the time when Otter used said term, she put it in conjunction with things that didn’t actually involve sex. For example, Otter was a slut for a good burrito. And not some shitty fast food burrito. A handcrafted one, lovingly constructed as if by someone’s abue. Or fabrics. Otter was a bit of a texture whore. She absolutely loved alpaca wool, and learned both how to knit and crochet because there wasn’t enough alpaca products in the world to sate her desire for it.

  So, typically, when she referred to someone as a ‘slut’, it was more out of a way to express their desire for something not reted to sex. But looking down at Rua’s eyes, the way her pupils positively dited at the promise of fucking her, there was no escaping it.

  Rua was going to be one gigantic slut-bag whore.

  But more importantly, she was going to be Otter’s gigantic slut-bag whore.

  They let the water drain, and Otter insisted on towelling Rua dry, getting every part of her with a towel much higher quality than what she expected of a swamp cabin getaway. Where Rua had been hiding it all this time, Otter had no clue, but she was not going to bathe without it going forward.

  Otter went over Rua’s body both with precise determination to leave every part of her dry – well, every part except one – and to worship her subtle curves and beautiful, toned form. Rua took it all with a faint blush on her cheeks, but no comment. Likely, she was still ‘cheating,’ focused on their link, and basking in whatever desire she could feel pouring from her partner.

  Otter spent much less time drying herself, only giving herself a cursory once-over, knowing that she’d regret it when it came time to brush out her hair. But that thought was so far-removed from her priorities, she didn’t even know how to rank it beyond ‘completely fucking unworthy of her attention.’ Her hair was tomorrow’s problem.

  Or maybe the next day’s. It really depended on how much of an endurance boost their Tenacity stats gave them.

  Otter wasn’t particurly physically imposing, especially with how her stats were distributed, but Rua was so tiny, she picked her up in a scoop and carried her bridal-style to the bedroom. Rua let out a small ugh, wrapping her arms around Otter’s neck and going along with it, despite both of them knowing if Rua wanted to, she could easily be the one doing the carrying.

  She’d yet to be inside of it, and didn’t particurly pay attention to what it looked like beyond the bed, which was a delightful queen-sized mattress, a weird choice for such a cozy cabin in a death swamp isnd.

  There was only one bnket and one pillow, but that was fine. After sleeping in that evil chair, she’d sleep in a bed without a pillow. Not that she was particurly thinking about sleeping at that moment.

  “How soft is that bed?” Otter asked.

  “Soft enough.”

  “How sturdy?”

  “Afraid you’re going to break it?”

  Otter raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

  “It’s made from sjardwood. It’ll be fine.”

  “Challenge accepted.”

  “No sex can be so good that it’s worth breaking a bed over.”

  Otter’s smirk just widened in response to that, and she tossed Rua onto the bed. She bounced a little, but managed to right herself just in time and move before Otter nded next to her.

  “This bed is soft,” Otter said. “You mean I’ve been sleeping in that chair when this was an option?”

  “I offered.”

  “Yeah, but you wanted me to stick to one side of the bed. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist all this within arm’s reach.”

  Rua blushed at that, but managed to keep a neutral expression. “Are you going to keep talking, or–”

  Otter didn’t let her finish, capturing her lips with her own. She went soft and tender, and when Rua tried to push for more, she pulled back. Rua made a frustrated noise, and Otter pced one finger on her lips to quiet her. Rua apparently didn’t get the message, because she caught Otter’s wrist and began to suckle on that finger. She bobbed her head up and down on it, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  Otter watched, entranced. She’d expected Rua to be more passive, more of a blushing maiden, waiting to be shown everything.

  Otter lined up her middle finger to Rua’s mouth, and she happily took that one, too.

  “Do you have an oral fixation?” Otter said. “Are you getting ready for me to jam my cock down your throat?”

  Rua’s eyes widened, and she let out a happy groan.

  “Well, too bad. It’s not your mouth I want right now. I’m going to fuck you nice and proper first. I’ve been eager to try this cock out. Don’t you want to feel it inside of you?” With her other hand, she reached for Rua’s pussy, and ran her finger along her entrance. “You’re wet. You’re practically drooling from both ends for me.”

  Rua drew back from Otter’s fingers in her mouth, her eyes a little foggy, but clinging desperately to some form of rationality in her lust-filled haze. “Not inside.”

  “What?”

  “You…. you can’t finish inside of me. My only rule. I can’t get pregnant.”

  Oh. Shit. Otter hadn’t even thought of that. Why hadn’t she thought of that? It seemed like the kind of thing that made perfect sense. She wanted to immediately assure Rua that she didn’t want to knock her up, but… the sudden thought of it.

  Godamn.

  Now, her head was just filled with images of it. Filling Rua with her seed. Getting her pregnant. Breeding her.

  Would it really be so bad?

  “Compromise,” Otter said. “I’m finishing in you. But it’ll be down your pretty throat, after I fuck you stupid.”

  “You’re still talking.”

  “For good reason. Because I’m going to be a bit rough. Not, like, full sadist rough, but I want to be safe, which means a safe word. Do you know what those are?”

  Rua shook her head after a brief hesitation.

  “Ah, fantasy worlds without internet. Don’t even know the bare minimums of BDSM, and I have a whole library of free porn to pull from. Okay. Briefest of summaries. We agree on a safe word. If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, anything you can’t withstand, I go too far on anything, you say the safeword.”

  Rua’s eyes narrowed in defiance, as if she thought her badass certificate was being threatened. Otter needed to cut that short.

  “Don’t try to be brave, or tough. If you don’t like it, you tell me. When I hear the safeword, I stop. No questions, no arguments. Trust me. I know what I’m about. I’m going to push your boundaries, and you need to be ready to tell me where they are.”

  “Fine. What’s the safeword?”

  “‘Red.’ Always go short, simple, and easy to say for a safeword. Red also means ‘stop’ where I come from, so it’s like a preconditioned response. If you say anything else, like ‘no,’ ‘stop’, ‘enough,’ whatever, I’m not going to listen to it, because I’m just going to assume it’s all part of the py.”

  “I can take whatever you can give.”

  Otter leaned forward and flicked one of Rua’s nipples. She hissed, her hand coming up to rub the sting.

  “I don’t doubt that. Because you’re my good girl. Hey, wait, why did that work? Why do any of these flicks work? I never thought of that until now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your Tenacity. Shouldn’t it be shielding you from damage?”

  Rua sighed. “Really? You want to know about this? Now?”

  Otter pushed Rua down as forcibly as she could. She suspected if Rua didn’t want to be moved, she wouldn’t have been. Otter straddled her, looking down with her best menacing grin. Rua met it with a look of stubborn dissent. Oh, how Otter wanted to wipe it from her face.

  She wasn’t normally a top. Well, she was, but she was more of a switch. She could go either way. But recently, just like her libido, it was like her aggression was amped up. Her need to control, to be dominant. She wanted to own Rua, body, heart, and soul.

  Was it the game? Was it her being penoa? Or was it just getting back into sex after a bit of a break from, well, everything for so long.

  Better to not think of that. She was here now. Still, she raised a hand, palm down, fingers spyed, and gave it a quick check to be sure.

  And then she brought it down on the top of Rua’s head. Not hard, but her fingers wrapped into Rua’s hair, tugging it and her head to the side, and Otter moved in for her exposed throat. She ran hard, bruising kisses along her nape, and alternated to biting. She sunk her teeth into Rua’s neck, not hard enough to break skin, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark.

  Rua stiffened at first, panicked, but then she ran a hand along Otter’s back in a soft caress, and in reward Otter ran her tongue along Rua’s pulse point.

  “Mine,” she whispered, and Rua let out a shuddering breath.

  Otter worked herself lower, always switching between kisses, nips, and running her tongue along smooth skin. There was something so alluring about the salty taste of sweat on skin, something that drove her wild.

  She worked a knee in between Rua’s legs, and began rubbing at her core as she moved her way to her breasts. She suckled at one, and then the other, and then looked up to meet Rua’s eyes before taking a nipple into her mouth and biting.

  Rua gasped, but grit her teeth and said, “I can take it, keep going.”

  “Of course you can. You’re my good girl. But I haven’t even started yet.”

  As if to prove her point, she ran her nails down Rua’s abs, hard enough to scratch but not break skin. She let up on the pressure from her knee to work her fingers into Rua, thrusting hard and fast. God, she was wet, and quickly turning into a moaning mess.

  Finally, when Otter couldn’t bear to wait anymore, she pulled out, leaving Rua to moan a strangled protest which was cut short as soon as she saw Otter lining up her cock. She lined up her tip with Rua’s opening, rubbing the head against it, but hesitated.

  “I have no idea how this is going to fit,” Otter said. “You’re so small. And I’m, uh, not.”

  “I’m Siyan,” Rua said through gritted teeth. “I can take it.”

  “Hey, this isn’t a toughness thing, I legit don’t know how I’m going to–”

  Rua let out a groan of frustrated and shifted her weight towards Otter. It wasn’t enough force to shove Otter into her, but it was enough to get the tip in and to deliver her message.

  “Just… remember the safeword,” Otter said.

  “Won’t need it.”

  “I’m sure you won’t. Just… remember it, for me, okay?”

  Rua grunted, something that was probably supposed to be an assent, and Otter began working herself in. Normally, she liked to apply a lot of lube when using a strap or a toy, but Rua was absolutely soaked. And what was more, her fluids felt… a little different than what she was used to. She wasn’t sure how to describe it. It almost felt… slippier.

  Otter managed to get a full four inches inside before she encountered any resistance. Even then, while tight, it gave in with enough pressure, and she moved herself in a gentle back-and-forth rhythm, not trying to force anything. Rua gripped onto her length like a vice, but also seemed to accommodate her whenever she tried to push in further.

  The entire time, Rua whispered to herself in a chant, over and over, and it took Otter a minute to realize exactly what she was saying, and why.

  “I’m a Siyan, I’m a Siyan, I’m a Siyan.”

  Otter honed in on their link, and she felt defiance, anger, a whole lot of lust and affection, but also a touch of self-hatred.

  Otter had long since suspected that Siyan biology wasn’t exactly the same as a regur human’s. Possibly no person’s was in this world. But Siyans in particur were different. That vision Otter had back when she’d invoked the Dreamer. It’d shown people from the isnd. And there’d been no men in it. Which meant, they were either sheltered away, extremely rare, or… the Siyans did not have men, and penoa stood in pce of them.

  And if all penoa were as endowed as Otter, it stood to reason that Siyan women would have some kind of way to accommodate them.

  “That’s right,” Otter cooed. “You’re Siyan. You’re my Siyan.”

  She managed another inch in.

  “You’re not some frigid Criobani, are you?” Otter felt a spike of anger from the bond. But good anger. Heated, but passionate. “You’ll take my cock. It’s what you were born for, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Rua moaned.

  Another inch slid in, almost effortlessly.

  “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

  “I am. I’m yours. I’m your slut. Your Siyan slut.”

  Otter thrust once more, and it was like a key had been turned in pce. She glided right through Rua’s tight passage to her hilt. Otter groaned in satisfaction, but Rua jerked once, her arms clinging to bedsheets in tight fists as she spasmed and came from the simple action of being filled.

  Otter smiled down at Rua, pinching at her nipples before running her nails over her skin roughly. Part of her wanted to be nice, and let Rua ride it out, gently coast through it. But she was done being gentle.

  She pistoned once, twice, and got herself into a beat. She switched her pace and her motions. Always before, when she’d been doing this kind of thing, it’d been with a strap-on, which was a clumsy device. This felt so much easier. No bits that could come loose, no parts that needed to be adjusted and refastened, an easy way to feel what was going on inside. This was sex on easy mode, as far as she was concerned.

  Otter had been worried about finishing like a firework before, and that danger definitely still felt real. But Rua was like a Roman candle, going off over and over at a steady pace, small orgasms rippling through her from minimal effort. Maybe all Siyans were like this, or maybe she was just riding their bond and amplifying her own lust again. It didn’t matter.

  Otter leaned forward and whispered into Rua’s ear, “You’re so fucking easy. I can’t even edge you, you’re so ready to cum.”

  She gave a light bite to Rua’s ear, and even that set off a small orgasm through her. There was a gssiness to her eyes, her vision completely fogged over from lust, and Otter absolutely revelled in how undone Rua was.

  She leaned back, pulling Rua up with her so that she was straddling her p, and had to fully support her body. She’d gone completely limp, putty in Otter’s hands, and she had to deliver a sharp spank to Rua’s ass just to get some kind of response out of her.

  Rua grunted, some spark igniting behind her eyes, and then she was gyrating her own hips, strength coming back to her as she thrusted herself up and down on Otter’s cock.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to finish inside of you?” Otter taunted. “Think about it for a second. I’d keep you barefoot and pregnant, happy to take my cock and my seed.”

  Rua moaned, a noise filled with both frustration and desire, and thrust herself all the harder into Otter’s cock.

  Otter spped Rua’s ass again, setting her own hand to stinging from the force. “Say it. Say you want to be filled with my seed and bred. Come on, you Siyan slut, say it!”

  Rua shook her head, riding out yet another small orgasm, and choked out a whispered, “Red.”

  Otter pushed Rua down back onto the bed, and with all her willpower mustered, pulled out and repositioned herself. Rua eagerly took her cock into her mouth, managing to only fit maybe a third of it in before Otter came with a roar. She shook from the orgasm, and felt weak, like lightning had passed through her body, and it was all she could do to not fall forward on top of Rua with her cock still in her mouth and pulsing cum into her.

  Rua sucked on it sloppily, white fluid spilling out the sides of her mouth, and a spurt erupting from her nose, but for all that, she refused to remove the cock from her mouth, and began working the shaft with both hands, pumping it until it was done. Only once it was finished did Otter forcibly pull herself away, leaving them both gasping and spent. They colpsed on the bed beside one another, meeting each other’s eyes.

  Rua looked a positive mess, her eyes bleary and tears leaking, cum all over her lips and cheek along with drool. Otter was sure she probably looked pretty bad herself. Rua started giggling, and that set Otter off as well.

  She didn’t know why she ughed, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world. When they were done, Otter reached forward, trailing one finger along a streak of cum on Rua’s cheek, and then put it to her lips. Rua locked eyes and eagerly sucked it off her finger.

  They id there for a few minutes, Otter just feeding her cum to Rua, who seemed all too eager to do it. The weirdness of the situation struck her, having a cock and threatening to breed this woman who’d so unexpectedly come into her life, and even the fact that she was stuck in a death game couldn’t damper any of it. This was the happiest she’d been in a while. It might’ve been the post-orgasm glow talking, but Otter just wanted to be there and nowhere else.

  “You used the safeword,” Otter said.

  “I didn’t expect…” Rua blushed. God, she looked adorable like that. “... that.”

  “Boop.”

  “So, what now?”

  “I get to introduce you to aftercare. Come here. I need to show you how much of a good girl you are.”

  DorenWinslowe