Hall Hath No Fury

As Ichigo clicked the submit button with great relief, he let out a big sigh as he leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms high overhead. He grimaced as he felt the muscles in his back groan in protest after having done nothing but sit in place for so many long hours.

Damn did he hate essays. The professor for his Game Theory class was proving to be a real hardass and would take off points from assignments for the most minute details. It was beyond aggravating.

Still stretching his arms, Ichigo looked around his dark bedroom tinted blue from the color of his computer screen. He briefly glanced at the clock.

10:53 PM.

And as if on cue, his stomach began growling.

Damn was he hungry. He had been typing non-stop for the last seven hours. He would have finished this essay earlier, but he had been chasing Sinner souls across dimensions for the better part of the week. And it wasn’t like he could putt off hunting the Damned.

As far as Ichigo was concerned, the old adage of ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ was wrong. Hell had tons of fury, and Ichigo was happy for none of it to be directed towards.

Letting his arms drop, his eyes drifted over to his bed and his girlfriend’s lithe figure slumbering away.

After a moment or two of consideration, he called out to her. “Hey, beautiful. Wanna grab a bite?”

Tiamat stirred slowly, blue eyes blinking drowsy. As he made eye contact with her, their shared mindscape was briefly drizzled with irritation. Tiamat blearily pushed herself up, the light blue blanket slipping off her, revealing her form covered in a black silk robe.

Normally his dragon preferred to sleep in the nude, but recently she had taken to wearing silk robes woven from Lunar Rime Moth cocoons. Said moths were only found in a remote pocket dimension whose entrance was a tightly guarded secret of the Chinese pantheon.

Ichigo had to secure the services of an ancient Daoist alchemist to have the robes made for Tiamat. It had cost him an arm and a leg.

Literally.

He had to hunt down a rare variety of supernatural monster known as the Human-Faced Spider and harvest its appendages in exchange for the alchemist’s services.

Tiamat let out a great yawn, her tongue slightly stretching out and Ichigo had to suppress a smile at how cat-like she looked in the moment. Getting up from his chair, he walked over to the bed and sat beside her.

She turned to look at him, and as their eyes met, he felt an outpouring of love and affection from her. Ichigo reached into her mind, pouring his own feelings of adoration and devotion into her. Tiamat leaned over and nuzzled into his shoulder, and he bent down and kissed her cheek.

The softness of her skin sending sparks of electricity through his lips. Instinctively, his arms went around her waist, and he began to pull her into his embrace. Tiamat took the moment and deftly climbed into his lap, a small smile on her lips as she rubbed her cheek against his neck, marking him with her scent and presence.

As he tightened his arms around her soft curves, Ichigo softly whispered to her, “So, food?”

Tiamat let out a happy hum and kissed his neck. “I would not mind a meal.”

Ichigo kissed her cheek again. “Cool. We going to do it my way or your way?”

She pulled back slowly and blinked up at him. “Elaborate.”

“What I mean is,” humor creeping into his voice, “are we going to eat together, or am I going to be left watching with a burrito in hand while you swoop down from the skies and terrorize the local wildlife?”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and Tiamat raised a single, sharp nail to trace his jawbone. “Sometimes, beloved, I feel you think me an animal.”

Mirth and mischief dancing in his eyes, Ichigo let out a chuckle. “Who? Me? Never. I would never treat my perfect and vaunted Dragon-girlfriend like some vicious animal that tears into poor defenseless creatures and eats them raw like some savage beast.”

Tiamat growled lowly and the next thing Ichigo knew, he was pressed down onto the bed, and she had fully straddled him. Her bare thighs tightly squeezing against his sides, locking his center of gravity in place. Both her hands were on his shoulders, keeping him pinned in place.

“If this is your idea of getting back at me,” Ichigo gave her an impish smile, both hands tracing the soft skin of her bare legs as his fingers drifted over her firm but pliant ass, “I’m not going to be complaining.”

Tiamat looked down at him, her expression still fierce and annoyed. But after a pregnant pause, she slowly smirked and leaned down, softly pressing her lips to his. Ichigo began to kiss her back, and soon enough, both of them were moving their lips with heavy and heated passion. Ichigo kept one hand cupped around Tiamat’s ass and moved the other to the small of her back. And she had moved both of her hands over his face and tightly wound her fingers through his hair.

After a long minute of panting and kissing, Tiamat pulled way from him, biting her lower lip as lust filled her eyes. Taking note of the soft blush spreading under the dark skin of her cheeks, Ichigo couldn’t help but audibly gulp. She was just so damn beautiful.

Tiamat never broke eye contact with him as she slowly reached up and began to undo her robe, the silk falling off her shoulder and revealing her perfect breasts. Ichigo moved to press his head into her cleavage and kiss his way up her throat, but Tiamat put one finger to his lips and pushed him back down. With a wicked smirk, she threw her head back, flipping her hair and began to move her hips in a slow, rhythmic fashion.

Ichigo inhaled sharply.

He was wearing sweatpants, and the cotton fabric rubbed tantalizingly against his hardening length. His eyes fell on the spot where their hips met, and he could see Tiamat had worn nothing under her robes. All he had to do was slip out of his pants and he could easily slide into her. Into her warm and tight depths.

The upsides of dating a Primordial of Femininity, Fertility, Motherhood, and Sexuality. Tiamat was a literal supernatural experience in bed. His dragon didn’t just write the book; she practically invented the subject.

He was fully hard now, as Tiamat continued rubbing him up and down.

“Fuck, Tiamat.”

She purred deep within her chest. “Does it feel good, beloved?”

He felt a jolt of electricity travel through his dick as Tiamat’s eyes took on a sapphire glow, and Ichigo clenched his teeth hard as his senses were overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Lucifer, beautiful!”

Tiamat’s lips curved as she started to move faster and harder, and Ichigo could feel himself ready to explode.

“Does master want to go inside his Tiamat?” She whispered huskily.

“Fuck! Tiamat, please! I’m getting close.”

And just like that, Tiamat stopped her movements. Ichigo blinked and looked up in confusion as she swiftly dismounted him and began to dress herself and tie her robe back in place.

“Wha-Tiamat?”

Ichigo stared disbelievingly as she briskly turned around and began to walk away.

“Hey! Where are you going?” He cried out in bewilderment.

She threw a look over her shoulder, and Ichigo winced as he noticed how flat and neutral her expression was. “To go outside and eat with the other savage beasts.”

His mouth fell agape.

Did she just…?

Was this whole thing…?

“No!” Ichigo moved to get up, but the quick movement made his fully erect dick press painfully against his sweatpants, forcing him to keel over in a moment of incredible discomfort. “Tiamat! Beautiful! I didn’t mean it! It was just a joke! You know I don’t think of you like that!”

But she wasn’t having any of it and walked right out of his bedroom.

Fuck! She really left!

He had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. And Tiamat had now left him completely blue-balled.

Great, now he was hungry and horny.