5. Panty Muncher

5 / PANTY MUNCHER

Sage

My eyes flew open on a soft moan. Pleasure made every muscle tense, a gentle roll of need pulling me awake.

Being roused from a dream like this was possibly one of the best ways to wake up. I hadn’t even planned to nap, but I’d fallen asleep so easily I didn’t fight it earlier.

I could feel Fitz’s tongue against my panties, soaking me all the way through as he lapped at me. My moans became more hurried as I rocked my hips, curling my fingers into the blankets. My eyes fluttered, blinking away the sleep.

“Oh gods,” I gasped, thrusting my hips against him involuntarily.

I was fucking feral for him.

The tip of his tongue was devilishly erotic. I moaned as he continued until I heard a?—

Rip.

Teeth grazed against me and my head popped up in shock as he ripped away my panties, the bright red fabric lodged between his sharp teeth.

And then he started chewing.

“Are you eating my underwear?” I squeaked.

“Yes,” he growled. “They taste like you. Delicious .”

Holy fuck. My mothman pleasure dom was a panty muncher.

And it was shockingly hot.

He was taking eating pussy to a level I didn’t know existed, but I wasn’t going to complain about it. In fact, I was even more turned on as he tore another strip away. Two talon-trimmed fingers slid between my thighs and he lazily circled my clit while he ate my underwear.

How many orgasms was I going to get this weekend? I moaned as I glanced over at the clock on the side table. It was the middle of the night, the first night, and as I arched against him—all I could think about was this getaway weekend was one of the best I’d ever had so far.

What will happen after?

The worried thought faded away as he thrust his tongue inside of me. I cried out as he held me down, truly devouring me like I was his own little buffet.

I couldn’t even speak. Every word turned into a moan as he continued.

He pulled back to eat the final remnants of my panties and then licked his lips. “I’ll buy you more,” he said.

Before I could answer, his tongue was deep inside me again, my cry echoing through the room. I bucked against him, but he held me in place, forcing me to take the pleasure that threatened to completely unravel me.

I fucking loved it.

My body tensed as I came, every muscle vibrating with pleasure. He held me in place, his tongue deep inside me as I came around him. I groaned, collapsing into the blankets. He pulled back with a devious smile, licking his lips again. I’d never experienced anything like this.

“That was amazing,” I whispered.

“I could do that every night,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don't be sorry,” I grinned. “Are you kidding me? I loved that.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh, tracing my skin until finally he relaxed, resting his head on my lower stomach.

Being a night owl, I was certainly awake now. The nap had re-energized me, and the orgasm had to.

I sat up, running my fingers through the soft down that covered his entire body. It was silky and fine, pleasurable to the touch. A clicking sound left his throat, and I realized that it sounded like a purr.

He was purring like a cat.

I grinned like an idiot. Something about that felt so endearing.

“Did you get some rest?” I asked.

He let out a soft chuckle. “I don't really sleep often. Especially at night.”

“Do you ever sleep?” I was curious about his sleep cycles.

“I do, every three days or so,” he said. “My sleep cycle is very different from a human's. And I don't require much of it either.”

“That's good to know.” I leaned back against a pillow, keeping myself propped up but completely relaxed. My thoughts wandered as I thought about him. I wanted to know more. We’d already covered all of the initial first date questions, but I was going to be nosy. “Do you have any family?”

He shook his head slowly. “No,” he said. “I only have friends.”

The way he said it saddened me. I swallowed hard, wondering if I should be vulnerable. I hated talking about my family. But, I decided to anyway.

“I only have friends too,” I said. “Well, I have family, but I'm not close to any of them. When I came out as non-binary, the last few that still spoke to me stopped speaking to me.”

He raised his head, his eyes full of fury. “They stopped talking to you because you were being true to yourself?”

“Yes.”

I could say everything so calmly, but my throat burned as I shoved down the pain that gripped my chest. It had been a couple of years since everything had happened, but I would never forget the way that they all turned their back on me. The wound was still fresh, and even though I did my best to keep it stitched, moments like this pulled it wide open.

“I’m so sorry, Sage,” he said.

“It’s okay. They always tried to fit me in their boxes, you know? And when I was finally brave enough to break free, I felt so much happier, even with the sadness of losing the people that should love me.”

“I know that we are still getting to know each other, but you are one of the most wonderful people I've ever met. It is truly their loss that they do not get to know you. You deserve to have people in your life that completely love you for who you are.”

Fuck. I fought the tears that sprang up. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so vulnerable so soon. It was easier to push away all of the things that hurt for the weekend, to not think about them.

But now, all I could think about was how I always managed to ruin relationships. I always did something wrong. Sometimes, I felt like I was cursed. All I wanted was to have people in my life that loved me for who I was, but that was hard. And I did have some friends, but no one was super close.

“After that happened with my family, I moved here,” I said softly. “It's hard to make friends in a big city, especially as an adult. I didn't go to high school or college here. All I do is work from home, go to the coffee shop, and go back home. I sound pathetic.” I tried to laugh off the sting of my own words.

“You're not pathetic,” he said firmly. He raised his head, looking up at me. “I understand how you feel. And I know how lonely things can feel as well, I feel those things too. There are other monsters where I live, and I do have friends. But, for the most part, I live my existence alone. That's part of the reason why I reached out to the Barista in the first place while I was here.”

He was lonely, just like me. I’d gone on countless dates, including the one with Luca that had ended up with the two of us being just friends. In fact, all of my dates never ended the way I hoped they would.

This was the first time anything had worked in my favor. Fitz was perfect in every way, so much so that it kind of scared me. Would something go wrong? Would I fuck things up?

“I want to find someone I can spend the rest of my life with,” he whispered. “Someone that I can love completely. That I can take care of. I'm tired of being lonely.”

“Me too,” I whispered.

I ignored the thought in the back of my head that worried that this was moving too fast. And I ignored the one that felt a flash of panic too.

Maybe it was time to talk about something else. I had more questions, but many of them were for myself.

“How did you get into kink?” I asked, changing the subject.

He chuckled and sat up, looking at me thoughtfully. “I think that I have always been a kinky fellow. But I suppose it started about fifty years ago.”

“Fifty?” I scoffed. “My goodness, I’m dating an old man.”

He laughed and leaned forward, cupping my face and planting a kiss on me. I was getting used to kissing him, even if it was strange at first.

“Monsters live a lot longer than humans do,” he said. “Fifty years is nothing compared to those like the Barista.”

I raised a brow. I didn't really know much about the Barista or Luca’s family. All I knew was that everyone seemed to talk about them, or they knew them. Everything was connected in so many ways that I felt like I’d landed in a supernatural matchmaker’s web.

“How old is the Barista?” I asked.

“Oh, there is no telling. He has been alive for a very, very long time. The same as Lucifer. He is the Lucifer after all.”

“Like… Lucifer ?”

“Yes. The two of them have had quite a troubled history. But then they met Trixie, and from my understanding, everything has worked out. Well, clearly, seeing as they’ve had a lot of children.”

“Do you want kids?” I asked, unable to keep the distaste from my voice.

I certainly didn't want kids. I couldn’t imagine myself being a parent.

“No,” he said. “I don't think that I do. Not that I wouldn't enjoy being a father, but I really like the peace and quiet that I have at the cottage.”

I blew out a breath of relief. Thank the gods for that. “I don't want kids. Maybe a fur baby?”

“What is a fur baby ?”

I giggled. “Like a cat or dog. Or maybe even something reptilian…”

“How do you feel about rabbits?”

“Rabbits?”

“Yes. There are several that come around the garden, and I may or may not have a habit of feeding them the things that I weed from my garden beds.”

Once again, I was presented with the image of him gardening, and it brought me an abundance of happiness. “Do you garden at night or during the day?” I asked.

“I prefer to garden as the sun is setting. The light doesn't hurt my eyes as much, and then I can see all the colors of the flowers. Of course, I also keep many flowers that bloom at night as well. And as for vegetables, well, I can tend to them at night.”

“That sounds like a dream,” I said.

A dream I was interested in being part of. On one hand, the thought of moving across the world scared me. On the other hand, it excited me.

“I have to say, I thought you might go back to sleep after your orgasm. But you sound like you're quite awake.”

“Oh, I definitely am now.” I was certain that nap would keep me going for a few hours. “I really am a night owl. It's just that after sex earlier, I felt sleepy and completely satisfied and so I did not fight the nap. We can stay up the rest of the night and go to sleep in the morning?”

“Yes,” he said. “That sounds wonderful. Would you like anything? Chocolate, water, more food?”

He sounded worried. I kissed the top of his head, the same way he'd been doing to me. “I think that I'm fine for the moment. But maybe we can watch a movie? Or do something…”

“What kind of something ?”

I couldn't help but smirk. He caught the hint of mischief as well and let out a low growl.

“How about you and I take a shower? And then we go downstairs, have a cup of tea and perhaps some chocolate, and do something . I also wanted to ask… How would you feel about going on an outing tomorrow evening? I was supposed to meet Rum to get the painting that I commissioned. I would like to see it before I fly back home. And then we could stop by a museum…”

“It sounds like you already have this planned,” I teased. “Yes, that sounds like the perfect date. I love art and museums.”