9. Ice-Cream?

Ice-Cream?

Hiro

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Hormones always buzz a bit more in the heat of the Harvest. More skin and pheromones than those with heightened senses can handle. Probably why the wolf is flitting back and forth like a kid during Wonderlight. All the brightly colored skirts, the shiny wrapping of a present to him.

Examining the pleasant if not evocative feelings I’m getting from working the sweet cream with my tongue, I give to the pleasurable dissection of the sensation. Most things I take in intrinsically, but when it’s a feeling I can’t place or particularly like, I spend some time with it.

Mid-swirl of my tongue, I feel a hand on my hip. Getting my head back around to hungry brown eyes that startle me, I settle on one of the few female Shin of the Falls Village.

“Any plans for the set?” Nema’s too full and natural breasts rub my arm, while her thigh perks up the thing between my legs. Her blunt white teeth capture her lower lip, while I’m fairly certain Tien misplaces his. I want to answer, but for the life of me I have no idea what inspired it.

Meaning that I don’t know what she’s expecting and know better than to go into any situation. Especially one involving a female, blind.

“Make your idiot friend stop harassing everything with breasts,” Aya all but shoves Nema off my arm. Not so subtly reminding me, that while she’s not Yon, Nema does run with a group I can’t stand.

I blink trying to process the unprecedented situation. Not having an answer for either female vying for my attention, right at the moment Aya steals my ice cream cone.

“Hiro,” the little whimper sends a jolt through my system.

The name, as much as the way she says it, is unique to Ayame—with a little curl on the r in her accent. I note that Tien’s knee goes up in the same manner mine is. We’re guys. We don’t call each other out on natural responses. But I’m still pretty clueless over what ice cream has to do with sex.

I still know that’s where their heads are at. If not for Haru’s interest the new cherry tinge to Nema’s usual tart berry scent. That ignorance goes from annoying to blissful the moment Ayame’s tongue scoops the white cream into her mouth to suckle a bit.

The action leaving a filmy sheen on her lips that’s more illicit than innocent when those ever-changing eyes of hers lift to mine. Launching the image of Aya’s bee-stung lips wrapped around my shaft, mentally replacing the pale mess with cum she swallows before popping the head of my dick from her mouth.

Her lips sugared and slick with an entirely different substance that she licks and nibbles with the same enthusiasm. Her eyes rolling back to savor the flavor of me before her tongue darts out for more.

Worse, as Aya clears every last bit from her lips, I drop down, returning the favor.

Breathing in the raw nectar of her sex before licking her from slit to clit. In the waking vision of my fucked-up subconscious answering the question I wish I never asked, I can all but feel the vibration of the moan she lets out.

Taste the sugar-sweet juices of her center as I delve my tongue in, making out with the V between her legs like I had the ice cream cone. Aya’s fingers in my hair send chills through my scalp and down my spine, added when her frantic pants turn to chants of my name as she chases her climax.

Between her riding my face and the pings of her release zipping through my body, I’m so hard it hurts, and I wonder if I’m going to bust in my pants with how turned on I am.

“Seriously?!” Aya’s less than sultry voice snaps back with the cone being shoved into my hands. Missing or forgetting the question entirely with my heart in my ears, joining the thundering pulse now in my pants.

“Oh come on, Aya, you know he’s harmless.” Tien to the rescue, his always cherry-stained cheeks even more red and his own tell-tale scent increasing. If she gets any cuter, I might die.

Tien’s voice in my head is not foreign to me. Like I said, my subconscious works out the oddest shit in the weirdest ways, but calling my almost brother cute? Thinking about that with....

“Zen,” the breath I’m holding in the back and forth washes out with her hand on my neck. The deeper notes of blue creeping into her eyes always mean she’s concerned. Leaving me to wonder how long I was lost between realities.

A breath

A blink

An entire pulse?

“Headache,” I manage, not quite able to meet her eyes. Our code word, if not polite way to express I’m seeing shit that isn’t there. One that Tien knows as much as she does. I tilt rather than shake my longer face in the blink. Unknitting my too expressive brows in the action and resist the urge to rub the half-visible scar in my hair line.

“Haru may be a horn dog, but he’d never cross a line, Cub.” I try, but the roll of her eyes tells me I’m missing the point as much as the groan that sends another wave through places I won’t admit.

Relieved as I am upset when Aya turns on her heel and sets a determined pace back to the Oni who’s flexing for a group of Naming girls. This time, I don’t need the fucked-up translation in my head to replace the pale sticks of flavored ice they’re sucking on with something else.

Please, Sages, let that be what affected Tien.

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10: Hiro - My Almost Brother