[Previously: I lean my forehead against the wall of the shower, letting warm water soothe my muscles.]

I dry off and dress in clean clothes more suitable than armor to sleep in and flop down on my mattress.

The next day of training a new coyote is working and I know it’s normal for them to rotate often but it feels personal. I’m in a bad mood which sucks because Lyre did have a good night. 

She tilts her head at me. “What happened?”

“I’m sensitive.” I mutter messing with the gun as I take it apart, clean it and put it back together.

“So you don’t have a hate kink?”

I smirk a little, “No I still do. I just respect them when they say to fuck off and don’t talk to them anymore. It just hurts a bit more because of all the progress I made.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

I nod, “I could tell he was serious.”

“Why don’t you just keep talking anyway.” One of the guys eavesdropping leans in having already finished his task. “What if they like being pursued?”

“Nah that’s for equal status and even then how are you supposed to know when they say it so seriously, you don’t want to seem like an asshole.” I frustratedly remove a part and start over. “I could get him seriously hurt since he’s a slave. Things are tense still.” 

“It’s probably for the best.” Lyre mutters looking at the healing bite mark on my muzzle. “I don’t like how easily they hurt you when you were just trying to be nice.”

“Eh, I had ulterior motives.” I hold out my hands, “I wasn’t just trying to be nice.”

She rolls her eyes, flushing, “You know what I mean!” She lowers her voice, “And from what you told me so did he.”

I guess I feel a little better as the day goes on. I hate that I keep looking for him.

I finally stopped looking for him after a week then of course on my off day I see a flash of bronze and freeze. He’s moving low to the ground. Something held close to his chest. I quickly pull my feet up onto the ledge and crouch watching as he finds a spot out of the way of cameras and opens the pouch to reveal. 

Drugs. ‘Nice…Contraband.’ I start to think I can jump down and tease him but quickly remember that he’d already told me how he feels about me. The only thing is someone’s coming and he’s going to get caught. 

“Hey guys!” I call as two soldiers coming to train on their off day turn the corner. “Don’t you know all work and no play-”

“Shut up clone.” One shoves past me and I still see the coyote frozen where they’re not supposed to be. Frick it. I shove the third year and he whirls on me, teeth flashing. I fight valiantly for about three seconds before the second one joins in tripping me so I slam against the ground teeth to my neck.

I start to apologize but then he actually tears. I gasp choking. Blood fills my mouth. The third years stands mouth bloody he spits, “Fuck you, learn your place” and they walk off.

Leaving me to roll over hyperventilating and gasping as I cough trying to clear my throat of blood. I didn’t expect anyone to come to my rescue. It still hurts when no one does.

I close my eyes, swallowing hard as slowly I realize I’m not going to die from the wound. I still need to go to the dragonfly aliens to get a shot more than likely. They won’t want me to miss any training waiting for it to heal naturally. I wait until I gather my strength to sit up and then feel the presence of the coyote. He slips up practically into my arms and licks the deep cut.

I make a few noises meant to be a joke but it sounds like a pained whimper instead. He tugs me to my feet and half carries me to my dorm room. Contraband still in the bag crossed over his body. I shudder and cough a few times, clearing my throat of blood again. Once again he licks the neck wound pressing his tongue deep into the tooth made holes. “K, kinky.” I gurgle. He makes an annoyed noise and keeps licking. I wish it didn’t hurt so bad I think I’d really like this.

“Th, thought… fuck off?” I struggle to communicate and he yanks me through the dorm door  looking around anxiously before asking. “Where’s your?” I point and he guides me quickly down the hall. I scan my hand and my door swishes open and then he pulls me inside and pushes me against the bed, crawling on top of me to keep licking my neck in slow relaxing movements. Tongue viciously and unforgiving cleaning the deeper holes. I swallow repeatedly and then he pulls out one of the drugs, chewing up the weird plant and then smearing it all over my neck. 

‘Wait not drugs but medicine?’

I feel the effects as it gets into my bloodstream and I get high. 

‘Nevermind,’ I thought and tremble a little. His pupils dilate a little but he handles it a lot better than I do. I feel like I’m floating and everything is a lot more sensitive. 

He lays down on top of me and whispers, “Thank you.”

I nod because I’m not sure if I’m asleep or awake. At least the pain is gone. I also feel unforgivably truthful. If I start talking I may not be able to stop. 

I giggle quietly and murmur. “Could you lick my neck again? I enjoy that kind of stuff.” 

He nods, flushing as he licks slower and getting more of the plant in his system. He sucks on an undamaged part of my neck nibbling. 

“Just don’t make any more holes.” I pant. Then turning to look at him we smush our mouths together. He opens his mouth slicking his tongue against mine and we continue like that shamelessly until the drugs run their way out of our systems a little. I can’t help but wonder how good sex would be while being this sensitive. 

He moans a little. I close my eyes and feel him reach under my clothing, “May I?” He asks. 

I nod and tense up as it’s a little too sensitive as he brushes his hands over my body. I gasp as he gets straight to the point pulling my pants down enough to expose my dick. I start to protest and he stops, swaying a little back and forth as he looks at me. “You don’t want it?”

I get up on an elbow. “I’m, I’m not sure.” He covers me back up and closes his eyes, swaying a little more. Then flopping down next to me he moans softly. 

“I’m very high.” He protests. I nod feeling lightheaded again. I curl around him and he lets out a frustrated gasp. 

“Give me one moment.” He slips off the bed onto the floor and I lean over to see where he is going. He tilts his head back looking up at me flushed as he then closes his eyes. 

I feel myself blush ‘oh.’ I feel like I shouldn't be watching but he knows I am and didn’t ask me to stop. I writhe a little in the bed but don’t do anything more as he takes care of himself. 

“Can I ride you?” He opens his eyes. 

I look at him and wonder if I should say yes just because I want to.

“I’m clean.” He says, “I don’t have anything.” He searches my face as I nod slowly.

Crawling back onto the bed and onto me he pulls my pants down slowlyand then I grab the pillow embarrassed as he straddles me inserting it far quicker than should be comfortable. He lets out a ragged gasp and then slows down. I turn bright red as he seems to be enjoying it a lot. He is also experienced I note. Easily taking the whole thing and the way he moves seems practiced. He stiffens as I realize I’m going to cum-then smiling leans forward. 

“I don’t care, I want to finish so if you need to just do it inside me.” I still resist feeling like it’s dangerous for some reason. I don’t think I could get him pregnant though.

He starts speeding up and I bite the pillow finishing inside him. 

“I’m sorry.” I start and he covers my mouth shaking his head he moves harder snout scrunching up and then goes rigid covering himself so he catches most of it. He doubles over and I realize I was making a lot of over-sensitive noises as he keeps moving a little bit twitching from overstimulation. He breathes a long breath out and collapses. I start to move and he pins me. 

"Leave it inside. I'll clean it up soon but let me catch my breath." 

I nod embarrassed and then hide my face as I get hard again he looks up and then smirking gasps, “And I thought it was your first time.” 

I flush. “With you.” I say tilting my head not telling him that it was technically my first time going all the way with someone else. I only have the memories of doing it with another person. 

He licks my neck again and then starts again. I tense up continuing to muffle myself in the pillow as I moan with each thrust down. He touches my body, squeezes my waist as he changes the angle and I arch my back causing him to let out a harsh gasp, I hurt him. 

I immediately lift him a little. “Are you okay?” 

“Do that again.” I don't immediately so he encourages me by copying what made me arch before I do a little and he bears his teeth in pleasure. I grab his hips and thrust up into him until he gasps “stop!” Sounding close to tears I panic only to feel him tense over and over as he comes again. I twitch a few times and he moves a little more until it’s far too much. 

“Fuck” I tense arching, “Ah!” I go limp against the bed still riding out a dry orgasm. 

He looks at me and then moans softly, “That was really good. I love inexperienced partners. They are always so easy to get to cum and the most gentle.” He twists wincing a little and then carefully gets up off me cleaning me up first and then shyly asks, "Where's the bathroom?" 

I cover myself up and guide him quickly to the shared bathroom and showers. 

“You look uncomfortable,” I tease with a grin. 

He chuckles grimly, “trying not to make a mess.” 

I wait outside the stall and flush as I hear how much I left inside of him. He goes to the showers next and I follow a little unsure.

I watch him strip and turn on the water, washing himself and cleaning himself out. “Don’t wanna get pregnant,” he jokes or at least I hope he’s joking.

“Join me.” He pulls me in getting my clothes wet. I strip them off and am shocked when he pins me against the wall kissing and sucking on me.

“Can I go inside you?” He touches my inner thigh and I tense. 

“My first time I’d like to be a bit more…serious.” I fluster. He strokes my thighs pressing against me but is already nodding, “I understand. I’ve ridden a lot before so one more doesn’t matter to me.” He rubs his face against my chest. “I should probably go.” 

I grab his wrist gently. “Please. Stay. I…” I look at him. “I want aftercare.” 

He snorts, “aftercare like what sucks or-” I look away a little hurt and he gets serious quick. “Hey we’re not anything all right? I’ve just been pent up and you’ve been pretty insistent.”

“Not anything serious,” I soothe, “but I want aftercare.” 

He sighs a little tiredly. “Like what?” 

“Cuddle with me. I will make sure they know you are working.” 

He looks tempted. “Then what do I get for aftercare?” 

I look at his slightly too skinny body. “When was the last time you ate?”

He eats slowly and is obviously really trying to savor it. I eat thoughtfully as I come to terms with a fling being my first time being ridden. I guess it’s for the best. I lay down waiting until he’s ready and he straddles me first looking down at me for a while.

“You saved my life.” He says finally and I feel my eyes widen a little bit. “That third year did that much to you.” He very gently touches my neck, “Imagine what he would have done to me catching me in a restricted zone with contraband.”

I narrow my eyes a little. “I wouldn't have let him.” 

“Why do you care so much about me am I just a fuck toy?”

“Of course,” I say with a twinge. “What else could you be? I don’t know why I’m obsessed with you but I’m sure I’ll move on eventually right. That’s how attraction or horniness works.” 

He seems pleased with the answer. “If you said you loved me I’d be tempted to kill you.”

“Oh well now I’m tempted to say it.”

“There you go again with your weird kinks, want me to choke you and bite you?”

I flush a little and then he bites my ear. I flatten it with a whine. I'm tired. He lays on me and lets me nuzzle into his longer than most coyotes, fluffy chest fur and I moan happily.

“You’re so weird,” he says. I shrug and he licks under my chin slowly and rhythmically. I make an mph of pleasure only to cause him to kiss my mouth he presses and presses until I gasp for air then his tongue slips in. 

“Again?” I breathe hot air as he slows down a little. 

“Mmm,” he pulls me in deeper and then when I get hard slips it between his legs. I gasp panting as he slows down again and just barely keeps me hard enough to stay in by grinding against it, still making out softly and sweetly.

“Ugh, I think I’m in my heat.” He finally breaks the kiss. “I’m sorry I’m just going to keep bothering you, should I go?” 

I blink at him and he slowly realizes. 

“I’m joking.” he says super believably but his heart is racing and he searches my eyes a little. 

“You had me going,” I say quietly and he relaxes a little. “There is no such thing as Coyote Omegas” I say with a little laugh but dread fills my stomach as I start to wonder if my obsession with him is some sick twisted joke of the fates considering who I was a clone of. 

“Yeah,” he agrees. 

“You can stay.” I don't mind, I close my eyes enjoying the attention and pleasure and he keeps his scent down to a normal amount of arousal by continuing to take care of himself. I peek an eye open as he grinds on my leg. He's flushed and close and then when he relaxes he nudges me. 

“I saw you wake up.”

I smile a little. “So?”

"So help me out?"

 

"Your libido is insane," I whisper as he leans back, spreading his legs. He lets out a soft mhm as I enter him and then I move slowly and deeply. “Faster.” I cover his mouth. 

“I don't know what I’m doing sorry,” I confess and then pulling him close to try to attempt faster he lets his head loll and then after I get tired he rolls over and offers it up in the air. I flush and go just as softly as before.

“You are making me have to beg for it aren’t you?” he breathes.

I close my eyes and summon as much strength as I have to go faster and harder. He moans a little and then as I slow down running out of energy laughs. “Lay down,” he finishes that way and I flush watching him. 

“Your stamina is…a lot,” I whisper.

He wipes his forehead then shrugs, “Well when you’ve been f-ing around as long as I have…”

“Maybe you can f- me, if you can be gentle.” 

“Of course,” he brightens a little.

He sticks out his tongue. “I'll use this first.” 

I moan almost coming from just that, he presses the tip against the newly wetted hole and then patiently lets me grind against it until he’s inside. Laying there with a smirk as I catch my breath. 

“Move whenever you feel like it.” He lifts himself on an elbow watching my barely contained expressions. I jerk and twitch, unable to move at all. I’m aware that he’s not getting any sexual pleasure from this just sadistic pleasure. 

I roll my head back a little as I force myself to move a tiny bit. 

“That’s half in.” He teases. 

“Shut up,” I gasp.

He moves out a little, “Don't hurt yourself. It's supposed to feel good.” 

I wince, trying to loosen enough to only to start tightening up. He pulls out until it’s just the tip again.