Bite Back

Little Bit of Danger

“You just want to misbehave, don’t you?” Katakuri held her back slightly. She was sitting in his lap, pulling at his scarf, begging to kiss him once more.

“Please?” She begged, pouting slightly.

“You’ll have to do something for me first, pet.” Without waiting for a response, he already knew what it would be. He pushed her back onto his bed, his mochi flowing from his body to restrain her arms above her head, her chest heaving, body squirming with anticipation as the mochi also covered her eyes.

“Take me,” she whispered, feeling his large hands wandering her body, “please.”

“Be patient, you’re so needy,” he wasn’t complaining about her desires for him as he removed his vest and scarf to dry from the rain. Katakuri had already removed her dress, clad in only her undergarments, and being restrained in front of him was a sight to behold. Crawling over top of her, he locked his lips with hers once again. The feeling of her bosom against his bare chest created a warm feeling in his chest that he couldn’t explain as he gripped her backside. His kisses trailed from her cleavage to her jaw, Wyleen humming her approval while he did so.

She could feel his kisses, accompanied by something hard and sharp from his lips. She was curious, but didn’t dare ask if it was his teeth she was feeling. “I want to see you,” Wyleen breathed.

“Cutting off one of your senses heightens the others, dear. I want you to focus on your other senses; don’t worry about what I look like,” he said, taking off his leather gloves.

Wyleen let out a small whine, “But I want to see all of you.”

“In time, love,” he breathed against her neck. “I don’t want to scare you away.”

“I’m not afraid. Please?”

“How can I know you won’t react adversely?”

Wyleen smirked, “See for yourself. You can do that, can’t you? Look a bit into the future, I mean.”

“That isn’t quite how it works.”

“Alright, I’ll give it up for now.”

“Good.” Katakuri had his arms on either side of Wyleen’s body, his hands holding her hips as he kissed her thighs.

The feeling of his lips against her thighs made Wyleen squirm, a small smile on her face, “That tickles, darling.”

“Hm, what should I do with you?” He mused out loud to tease his lover.

“I’m yours for the taking, surprise me,” she said coyly.

Wyleen could feel him move away from her, the bed moving slightly as he stood up. She could hear the metal of his belt buckle as he took his belt off. She could hear the fabric, spikes, and studs of his pants as he dropped them onto the floor after he had taken them off. She felt the movement of the bed as he got back into bed with her, his warmth radiating off of him as he lay next to her. Though she couldn’t see his face, Wyleen was sure he was looking at her as if she were something to eat. She could feel his smile as he kissed her gently, his large hand sliding between her legs. “So needy,” Katakuri tisked upon feeling the dampness of her arousal between her legs.

“Katakuri,” she purred at his touch.

Lying on his side, his head was propped up on his free arm, watching the expressions on Wyleen’s face as he touched her. She was trying to move her arms, but they were stuck in place with his mochi. “Your body is mine, pet. I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Why the sudden change in attitude? I thought you couldn’t stand me,” Wyleen said breathlessly.

“I’m in charge while Mama’s gone. I don’t have to worry about the wandering eyes of my siblings. I have a certain image I need to convey. But I can’t stand the way my brothers look at you; you’re mine. Don’t forget that.” He growled in her ear, nuzzling her neck as he slipped one of his fingers into her warm folds. The temptation to bite and mark her as his was creeping into his mind, but he knew he shouldn’t with the wedding in a few days. Wyleen gasped at the feeling of him inside of her. She let out lazy moans as Katakuri fingered her gently, adding a second finger only after she had relaxed. Her chest and cheeks were flushed, her heart was racing with his touch.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?” He growled in her ear.

“Mm hm,” she whined, nodding.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“You,” she moaned with a sudden thrust of his fingers, causing her thighs to clamp down on his hand. Her walls tightened against Katakuri’s fingers.

“Good girl, only me; I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away.” He pressed his lips against Whyleen’s, stifling her moans as his fingers slid in and out of her. His fingers slick with her yearning for him as she neared her peak, her hips moving with his rhythm.

“‘Kuri,” Wyleen panted.

“Not yet,” he whispered to her between kisses.

“Please? I can’t,” she whined.

“Fine. Only because you asked nicely,” he smirked as he watched her come undone, his fingers still inside of her when she was done riding her high. “Good girl,” he cooed, slowly sliding his fingers out of her as she breathed heavily.

Katakuri released her hands from his mochi, but not her eyes; not yet. Wyleen felt for him, making contact with his bare chest first, tracing his torso before she made her way to his face. Her fingers were tracing over the scars at the corners of his mouth. “I want to see you.”

“Our little deal was that you had to do something for me first,” he reminded her.

A sly smile spread across her mouth, “What would you like?”

He took one of her hands that was touching his chest, placing it in his lap. “It’s your turn, princess.”

Her mouth was slightly agape. Wyleen could feel the throbbing warmth in her hand, running the tips of her fingers lightly from the base to the tip. Blushing at the adequate sizing of him, “You’re so big,” she couldn’t help but remark out loud, causing Katakuri to chuckle slightly as he guided her hand. The heat of him radiated in her palm as she continued to stroke him.

Leaning his head back as Wyleen continued to touch him, Katakuri allowed himself to let a few lazy groans escape his lips. “Such a good girl, for me, Wylee,” he breathed.

“I'd better be the only one,” she growled in his ear, squeezing his member, causing him to gasp.

“Just you,” he murmured to her.

She smirked, lowering her head. “Good,” she breathed against his length.

“Dirty girl,” he closed his eyes, leaning his head back once more. Katakuri grabbed the back of Wyleen’s messy hair as she bobbed up and down on him, “Filthy.” After a few minutes of feeling her mouth around him, feeling slaver dripping down his shaft, he was starting to roll his hips into her, letting out a few grunts that could only be described as purely primal coming from deep inside of him. “Keep going like that, princess. Let me fill that pretty mouth of yours,” he groaned, sweat rolling down his neck. Katakuri’s grip on Wyleen’s hair had tightened, making her whimper slightly. The vibration of the noises she made pushed him over the edge, panting and cursing under his breath as he released into Wyleen’s mouth.

Expecting a bitter taste from his seed, she was pleasantly surprised at the sweetness. As if it were the cream filling from an eclair, she cleaned him off with her tongue. “Did I do well by you?” Wyleen asked, wiping the corner of her mouth of saliva, her mouth watering slightly from the taste of him.

“Yes, kitten, you were very good for me.” He held her chin between his thumb and index finger as he kissed her gently, still trying to control his breathing from his exertions.

Wyleen was snuggled into the crook of his arm as they lay in bed together; the sweet musk coming from Katakuri was a comfort while he played with her hair, trying not to nod off. “Can you restore my sight, darling?”

“Hm?” He glanced down at her, the mochi still covering her eyes, and a few strands of her hair were caught in the eye coverings. Katakuri touched his face, feeling a few of his teeth that overlapped the corners of his lips. “I would rather we be married first.” He sighed, “However, I am a man of my word. Please don’t think less of me for how I look.”

Sitting up, Wyleen assured him she wouldn’t run for the hills. As the balls of mochi were removed from her face, he blinked as Katakuri’s face came into focus; the entirety of his face. She couldn’t help but stare in awe as she touched his face, tracing his scars once more, brushing her fingers against his sharp teeth.

“Surprised? Most are,” Katakuri turned away from her gaze. “Do you think I look like a pelican eel?” He asked bashfully as he covered his mouth with his hand.

Cocking her head, Wyleen brought his attention back to her, “What the hell is a pelican eel?”

He grimaced, looking to the side briefly, “N—Never mind.”

“So handsome,” she fawned over him, rubbing his cheeks with her hands affectionately.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he tisked, grabbing her wrists to stop her from touching his face.

Wyleen leaned in to kiss his scars, peppering his face, “I’m not.”

Katakuri couldn’t help but blush slightly with her affection, “That’s enough, dear.”

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A low snarl came from the back of his throat as he reluctantly got up to answer the transponder snail, “What? I’m busy,” Katakuri chided from his end.

“Good Licketty-Lord, what’s with the attitude, brother?” It was Perospero calling.

“As I said, I’m busy.”

“Whatever it is you are doing, it will have to wait.”

Katakuri glanced at Wyleen, still on his bed, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “Fine. What is it, Peros?”