Bab 87: 87 - [NSFW18+] Where's Your Burka?! (3.9k words)

YaYa's POV"It's all over for me. They are never going to let me live this down."I turned around to look down at the pest clinging to my right leg, which was pulling down the hem of my pants and crumbling it up.I lifted my leg and shook him off, but Mitchell stubbornly held on. He scratched at my sole with his sharp nails whenever I made a step, trying to move his spousal imprint to another location.I carefully opened the door to the master bedroom to see the boys sleeping. I told them to wash up and clean after themselves before going to sleep so everything was in its place. The sheets were clean, the furniture wiped, and the floor mopped. They even fixed the curtains. Zeus allowed us to use his room, but that didn't mean we were allowed to turn it into a pigsty.I held back a lot, yet the bruises and handprints on their bodies were still there. Some were a lot more severe than others, making me feel like I wasn't gentle enough.I sighed, closing the door and returning to the living room. I removed my pants and let them drop on the floor, making it difficult for the pest to reach his spousal imprint."..." Mitchell grumbled and held onto my left leg before slipping off the pants from my right leg and then switching back, determined to continue his mission.I picked up my pants and entered the living room. Bart had returned from the tour around the ship with Zeus and was waiting for the boys to wake up since Zeus had some matters to attend to."Yaya," Bart exclaimed in excitement. He jumped on his feet and ran over to me, tripping over himself. He hit the floor, face first, "..." He shook his head and rubbed his eyes before looking up at me.I pulled him up, my hand letting go as soon as he let out a painful whimper, "Sorry.""It's okay," Bart smiled and grabbed his trembling arm. "Congratulations on finally obtaining Mitchell's spousal imprint," he said with a forced smile. He stood up, trying his best to appear unbothered. "It's like you two were fated for each other. No matter how much you try to dislike one another, you always end up getting closer," he looked down at my legs, "and closer..."Mitchell, still attached to my leg, tried his hardest to appear invisible. He didn't say anything or make a sound. He was hoping Bart would forget his existence and not ask about the location of his spousal imprint. He was too cute to ignore, so I purposefully stepped on him."You!" Mitchell bit my ankle and dug his teeth in response, "Yu ful fml," he spoke with my ankle in his mouth, "Yu ou. I haf yu ou," he cursed, his grip tightening.I squatted down and straddled his face, his mouth pressing against my underwear. He froze, finally shutting up, yet his fingers still held onto my right ankle. I could have easily removed his grip and walked away, but I let him hold onto me.His rootless brain was wired to protect itself from a broken heart, and I liked the idiotic tendencies it brought out in the process. He would argue with me, insult me, tease me, and try to one-up me as if trying to prove that he didn't need me and act like I was a burden he had to carry. It was so silly that I couldn't help but play along, "We did get closer, didn't we, Mitchell?"Mitchell's breathing quickened, his hot breaths heating up the sensitive spot between my legs, and my body reacted to the stimulation, making the spot wet. He noticed, and his breathing quickened again. His hot tongue slipped out and licked the damp spot."Bart," I called out, and Bart's attention immediately shifted from between my legs to my face, "Why did you never ask to lick me? Even during the game, the bottle never pointed at me but at the boys. I'm curious why."Bart stumbled back, tripping and falling again, his eyes shifting to the left and right. He was sweating bullets. His pupils were dilated. He was scared, afraid, terrified."I-" he began, the words stuck in his throat, "It's because... It's because... I'm afraid of being rejected. I know I don't deserve it. I know I'm not worthy of you," he said in a small, weak voice, unable to lie to me. "So...so I thought if I licked the remains of your taste from them, it would make me feel a little closer to you." He lowered his head and stared at the ground, waiting for me to humiliate him, to laugh at him, and to scold him, "I'm sorry.""..." I was at a loss for words. Beastmen were really built differently.Bart, still staring at the ground, had no clue what his words had just caused to my pussy, "Are you angry? Do you want me to stop? I'm sorry, I won't do it again.""You're such a pervert," I said, "What do you plan to do next? Lick my cum from their mouths and cocks?"His ears twitched, and his gaze lowered even more. We often let Bart eavesdrop on us during our orgies, so he wasn't new to what was happening behind closed doors. Individual sex was rare. The boys would sometimes ask (not me) if they could have a private moment with me. If the majority agreed, they would snatch me to a secluded place without fearing being interrupted (the rest of the boys would keep watch to ensure nobody would really interrupt us).I lifted Bart's chin to see his eyes welling up. "But I'm a pervert as well," he looked at Mitchell in between my legs and nodded in agreement, "So just continue expressing yourself; I don't really mind. I was just curious, okay?"Bart's tail wagged."Okay," he said, his chest puffed up with pride, "I like it when you are a pervert. The most beautiful pervert in the world!"A snort escaped between my legs, and I could see Mitchell's body shaking with mocking laughter.Bart frowned in confusion, mouthing silently: He didn't see yet?He lost interest in looking at my face a long time ago. I mouthed back. I let go of Bart's chin and gestured for him to leave us alone and watch the entrance. The living room was soundproofed, and I wanted to know how much.Bart nodded, got up, and left, his steps bouncy and excited. It was as if the cute baby steps he took to get closer to me were paying off.Was he expecting me to make the first step and invite him to become my mate?I do give off this aura, don't I?Well, too bad I was enjoying his baby steps too much to rush him.═══════⊱༻❈༺⊰═══════*WARNING* Mature scene +18 (START)═══════⊱༻❈༺⊰═══════The wet spot must have become even damper, and Mitchell's tongue must have picked up a more intense taste because he licked again, and this time, his nose pushed the fabric of my underwear to the side, allowing him access to the source.I gasped, my fingers dug into the carpet, and my thighs trembled, trying to resist the urge to squeeze his head between my legs.I turned around, my gaze meeting a very impatient, very needy Mitchell junior. It was hidden, and the only sign that showed me how eager he was, was the damp spot growing in size, "Do you like my taste?"Mitchell shook his head. His voice was muffled, the words vibrating against my skin, "It's so nasty and dirty. How can anyone find this tasty," he licked the area again, "How can anyone want more of this," he pressed his lips against the entrance and sucked, "So, so nasty," he continued. His tongue entered, making its way inside."Your filthy mouth says one thing, but your slutty tongue says another," I smirked and pulled away. His teeth were quick enough to clamp down on the fabric of my underwear. If I pull away any further, the underwear would rip.I reached down, touching the wet spot between his legs, making it even wetter.Mitchell groaned, and instead of letting go of my underwear, his teeth began to chew on the fabric. My poor underwear didn't last long. His teeth easily shredded it, allowing him to get a better view of my pussy.He stared, his eyes glued to the glistening entrance and its folds. Of course, he didn't hold back with his criticism and remarks. "It's not as foul as the rest of you," he said as he stared. "It's cuter, especially its reaction to me. It's such a shame you're the owner.""Oh?" I held back a chuckle, poking the tip of his tent. He jerked, his hips thrusting forward, "This little guy seems to be a fan of me. He can't stop poking my finger, and he keeps leaking. What a sloppy boy," I pressed my palm against his crotch and rubbed the fabric, "He must have been waiting for a long time to meet me. Poor baby looks neglected," I teased, "Does daddy neglect him? Or does Daddy just not know how to please him?""Daddy has enough on his plate, dealing with his Mommy's bullshit," Mitchell answered and slapped my hand away with his stinger, "Don't worry about that little bastard. He will calm down on his own if you don't feed him any attention," he mocked, "Or is Mommy interested in spoiling him with her attention?"I laughed. He could always get into a character and put on a show, always have something to say, no matter what situation he was in, and I found it hilarious.My laughter caused his junior to jerk again, and more pre-cum began to leak out. Mitchell, on the other hand, continued with his annoyed, snide acting."Great, just great. It will take forever for him to calm down now," he complained, his finger reaching over to play with the wet folds. He was careful not to cut my pussy with his sharp nails, very careful, "You only know how to corrupt him and destroy him. What a terrible Mommy you are. Can't even teach your children how to behave. All they do is cause daddy trouble and stress─"I sat on his face and cut him off, the rest of his words turning into muffles."Corrupt him?" I asked and pulled down his pants, exposing his cock, "Destroy him?" I stroked him, and he jerked his hips, a low groan escaping his lips, "Or make him feel alive?"He didn't say anything when I began to grind against his face, moving my hips to rub my clit against his nose and mouth. I raised my hips, his eyes fixated on the wet spot before him. A few drops leaked out and dripped down, landing on his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue, capturing the drop.He gulped and finally let go of my right leg, using his free hand to cut and wrap whatever remained from my underwear around his index and middle fingernails. Even if he cut his nails, they would regrow almost immediately.His hand reached down, and the tip of his wrapped fingers poked the entrance, testing the waters. He pushed in, his nails barely touching the walls, and slowly thrust in and out. He was not afraid of hurting me, but he was afraid of hurting my pussy, which he already viewed as a separate entity from the rest of me."She is so obedient and cute. You really don't deserve her," Mitchell commented as he watched his fingers disappear inside of me. He seemed to be fascinated by the one part of me that seemed to love him, "She's also very naughty, but the way she's being naughty is different from you. I think you should learn a thing or two from her," he said as his fingers moved.I just smiled in silence.He was trying so hard to appear cool and collected, yet his cock was telling a different story. The head was so red that I was worried it might explode if we continued to ignore it.I was playing it cool too, yet my pussy was sucking his fingers, begging him to continue."Didn't she have her fill with the boys? Why is she so thirsty still? So needy and clingy," he continued to speak, his tone filled with amusement. He was mocking me, but his words were filled with a strange tenderness.I couldn't stand hearing his rubbish anymore. He was like a parrot, unstoppable, so I grabbed the base of his cock, and squeezed as gently as I could, cutting off his voice, and replacing it with a gasp, followed by a series of groans and moans. His words became a jumbled mess, but my name occasionally came up."You foul female," he mumbled, "If you want me, just say so-ohhh," his sentence ended with a moan as he came, his cock twitching and pulsating in my hands.He continued to moan and pant, trying to catch his breath, his body shaking. It was an intense orgasm, and I didn't expect it to hit him so hard.I got on my knees, looking down at the panting beast. His face was flushed and covered in sweat. It was an erotic sight. It's a pity I couldn't do more without breaking him."You," he mumbled, getting a better view of the woman above him. His expression changed from a dazed lust to shock. He jumped away, his face twisting into a mask of horror. "Who-who are you?!" He pointed at my face. "W-what h-happened to your face?!?!"I touched my cheek, the smooth skin beneath my fingers, "What are you talking about?" I asked, "I shed my skin once a moon. It will return to normal in a second," I lied, "Is it that bad?""You shed skin?!" he yelled and looked around the floor. I don't think he believed my words, and his overreaction proved me right, "Where is your burka?!?!" He got up and began searching the floor, "Where is it? Where is it? Change back! Quickly! Or the boys will see you! They will be traumatized! Traumatized!"I caught his pants and removed them, making him freak out even more, his body trembling and his movements erratic. His cock was straight and alert, like a soldier who had just received his marching orders.I didn't know if he was acting panicked because he didn't like my new look, or because he was recollecting the amount of times he called me ugly, or because I just stripped him naked."Traumatized? Did it get worse?" I walked over to the mirror hanging from the wall."Don't look! Don't look!" He dragged me away, "You'll scare yourself. It's so ugly and horrible, and so gross. Please, please, don't look. We have to get your burka back on," he sounded like he was on the verge of crying."In my pants pocket," I said, activating Vick's powers to put on my froggy face."Where?! Let me put it on for you," Mitchell turned around and saw my face, the horror in his eyes turning into relief. He squeezed my cheeks and turned my head left and right, looking for a seam or a weak spot in the skin before planting a kiss on my lips. Compared to before, he kept his eyes open, watching me closely."Are you not going to put on the burka?" I asked, returning my face back to normal, watching his expression turn into utter defeat."No," he replied, and his lips moved against mine, "No," his hands began to wander, "Not now," his cock was rubbing against me, and I could feel it getting bigger. He was losing his mind, his thoughts and desires overtaking him, his body acting on its own, "Maybe later."His hands squeezed my butt, lifting me up. I positioned his cock right in front of the entrance, and he lowered me, his length pushing in and stretching the walls.He cursed, hips thrust upward, pushing in deeper. His nails dug into the flesh of my butt cheeks, his sharp teeth biting into my neck, and I could understand why sex with scorpions was so hated. His body was hard as rock, not a single muscle was soft. I felt my skin regenerating from the little bumps his body was leaving behind. It was like fucking a moving stone statue."Freak.""Me?" he asked as he pounded into me, his cock slamming into me over and over. His tail was moving, his stinger aimed at me, and his poison was leaking, dripping down my spine and leaving behind a trail of sizzling heat, "You're the freak," he said, the tip of the stinger scratched my back, keeping me stable since I refused to hold onto him, "A freak that wants to be fucked by a scorpion.""That's just the first phase," I said, my hand finding its way to his butt, my finger slipping in between the slit, stroking the opening, "I want to fuck a scorpion as well."Actually, I wanted to fuck all of my boys, but they were not ready yet. They had to grow and get comfortable a little bit more. Until then, I'd have to settle with having them fuck me."Was it you, who cleaned me after what happened?" he asked, walking us over to the wall and pressing me against it, using his free stinger to poke my pesky hand that continued to stroke his entrance. He didn't try to push me away, more like making sure that I was actually touching him there in such a gentle manner.He wasn't nervous or scared. He was excited and anticipating as if he wanted us to fuck each other without any restrictions or conditions, no barriers, nothing. It was only fair. He gets to hurt me, and I get to hurt him.I didn't give him an answer, and his hips slammed into me, pushing the air out of my lungs, "Was it you?"I didn't reply."Was it you?" He was persistent, his thrusts growing stronger and deeper, sending an electric current of pleasure to the rest of my body."Yes, it was me," I answered, and he stopped, his body stiff and his mind racing."I knew it," he muttered, and the thrusts returned, hitting even deeper and faster. "You-you're so-" he was struggling to talk, his cock swelling, "You're so..." his words trailed off, and his lips clamped down on my neck. He was grunting and groaning, his body shaking, his nails digging into my flesh.It took him a while to calm down, his hips were still thrusting, but they were slow and deep, drawing out the pleasure and savoring it."Why?" He asked and finally, let go of the skin of my neck. It was bleeding, and the blood trickled down, soaking his lips and staining his teeth, "Why do you keep doing this?""Doing what?""Making me want you," he whispered, his hands moving from my ass to my breasts from under the bra, his stinger supporting my weight in their stead, "You're not supposed to make me want you.""I should ask myself the same question."He laughed maniacally, and his hips thrust, slamming his cock into me. "I want to cum together. Let's do it together, okay?" He said, his hands rubbing my breasts, pinching the nipples, and I didn't bother hiding the pleasure it was bringing me, "Tell me how you want it. How you want me to fuck you. Tell me, and I'll do it.""Then." My right hand moved across his abs, tracing the outlines of the muscles and reaching down, wrapping around his back, "Match my rhythm," I whispered, and my hand moved back, finding its way back to his asshole. I scooped a bit of the lube that leaked out from the front with my pinky and ring finger, then began to stretch the entrance, the tip of my middle finger going inside.His hips slowed down and began moving in time with my finger. The pleasure was spreading throughout my body, making my toes curl.He was panting and cursing, his hips jerking. He wanted to move faster, but I kept a firm grip on his ass."What's wrong?" I asked, my finger slipping deeper, "Can't take it? Want me to stop? I can stop," I said and pulled out, the finger barely leaving the entrance."Don't you dare," he said through gritted teeth. He did the same, pulling out and teasing the entrance. I slipped the finger in, and his hips moved, slamming the cock back inside."As you wish," I smiled, and we continued to tease each other, our bodies growing hotter, and the heat was spreading throughout, building up the tension.I didn't need to tell him. My finger picked up the pace. Our breathing getting heavier, our moans and groans louder."I-I'm-close," his hips jerked, and he pushed in deep, his cock pulsating."Me too," I said, the muscles were clenching around his cock, and my whole body was trembling."Together?" he groaned and kissed me, his hips slowly thrusting, matching the speed of my finger."Yes, together," I replied and captured his mouth.My tongue slipped in and played with his. Our hips and fingers moved in sync. His cock swelled, and the heat spread through me, setting me ablaze. "Mmhmm," our voices were muffled by each other's mouths."I'm...I'm...," I said, and my finger slipped in deeper, brushing against the prostate, and his body jerked."Yes... yes...ahh..." his mouth was hanging open, his cum flowing out and filling me up, the thick liquid squirting out, coating my insides."Mhh...ahh..." I sighed, the waves of pleasure washing over me.We stayed there, leaning against the wall, the pleasure crashing into us.I was the first one to come to my senses and gently removed the cock. His body was stiff, his breathing heavy. He was still out of it, so I laid him down.I covered my leaking hole, stopping the flow of the white cream, and went over to his pants, using them as a towel to wipe off the remaining liquid.Mitchell was a sight to behold. His chest was rising and falling, his arms and legs were spread open. His cock was lying on the side, still swollen, our cum sticking to his groin and his balls.══════⊱༻❈༺⊰══════*WARNING* Mature scene +18 (END)═══════⊱༻❈༺⊰══════╔═══ Author's note ════╗Share your thoughts, please. Was there anything specific that you like or disliked? 🤗No matter how much they want to wreck each other up, none of them want to traumatize the other when it comes to sex. 🥺Especially YY. It's subtle but she really respects her boys' boundaries. She narrates out what she wants to do to them sometimes, but she doesn't make them act out her fantasies when they are not up to it yet. 🫣╚═════════════════╝