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Kinich didn’t come to the People of the Springs very often, and when he did it was typically for work and not pleasure.
That’s why tonight, on the biggest celebration of summer, you weren’t expecting his presence, let alone the view of him reclining in the hot springs, leaning back on his elbows, head tilted, mouth open and panting from the steady rise of steam.
His hair was slicked back, headband discarded, and his expression was so erotic you almost dropped the tray you were carrying.
This spring was furthest from the center of action, at the edge of your tribe. It made sense he’d chosen it, considering you never saw him talk that much to anyone. You’d introduced yourselves months ago, but though you’d seen him here and there, this was the first real opportunity to approach him naturally that had presented itself.
Several party goers saw you were serving and beckoned you with cheers, startling Kinich from his relaxation. You obliged them before taking a deep breath and kneeling awkwardly to offer him something.
“Hey, thanks,” he said, grabbing a drink.
You tucked a stray curl behind your ear, watching the bob of his throat as he drank. When he was done, he wiped his mouth, and you glanced away hoping you hadn’t been staring too obviously.
“Are you enjoying the hot springs?” you heard yourself say, before your nerves got out of hand.
“Yeah, more than I thought. I work a lot so it’s nice to actually relax once in a while. Are you going to join?” He gestured to the few others who were talking and laughing on the other side.
“Maybe in a bit. I’m serving tonight, and it’s really busy, so I need to stay on top of it.”
“Don’t let them work you too hard. Everybody deserves a break.”
You nodded, blush reaching from your cheeks to your chest, and set off.
A short while later, your duties finally done, you hurried back to the spring. You absently adjusted your bikini that was leaving very little to the imagination, and steadied yourself. Who knows how long it’d be before you saw him again. At least this time, you could try to start a real conversation.
Kinich was leaning on his arms, eyes closed. You tiptoed as quietly as possible, undoing your skirt and sliding it down past your ankles. He certainly looked like he was asleep, so when he spoke, you jumped.
“You finally getting in?”
“I guess so.” You smiled sheepishly and carefully entered the springs, letting the warm waters envelop your body a little at a time.
“I don’t bite, you know.”
You were trying to think of a conversation starter when you noticed some small bruising on his back.
“Hey, are you hurt?"
“Nah, I’m okay. These are from a job I took a while back. Everyone keeps telling me to come here and take better care of myself.”
“Well, they’re right! Health is everything.” You caught yourself only after you’d blurted your real thoughts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scold you.”
He smiled and your heart lit up.
“You’re good. I always thought you were more reserved, though.”
“You remember me?”
“Of course. We met a couple months ago, right? I just didn’t have a lot of time to talk.”
His back was to the pool, waves bubbling around his broad muscles and you had an idea. “Here, let me give you a massage. It’ll help with your circulation.”
He raised his eyebrows and you took in his sharp features. The angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips and those eyes – green and orange with flecks of sunset colors – and oddly dilated pupils that gave him a perpetually hungry expression.
“Are you sure? That’s really helpful. Thank you.”
He settled in and you waded closer, until you were hovering behind him. His waist was slender and tight, sloping up into the most sculpted shoulders you’d ever seen. Every muscle on his back was defined impeccably and your fingers trembled as you finally made contact, rubbing into his flesh, smoothing away any knots and tension you could find.
A few moments of silence passed and then he started to make little noises.
“… Hnnn… that’s really good… right there.”
You squirmed internally, digging in with more passion, circling your thumbs over every inch of skin he had so generously offered you. He exhaled slowly, dropping his head and you moved closer, fingers delicately sliding up the sides of his neck. He shivered and you noticed goosebumps prickling his arms. Was this his favorite spot?
You were just starting to get into it, when he turned around and looked you square in the eyes, legs spread. He beckoned you with a hand.
“Hey come here. Sit down.”
You froze, unaware if something was wrong, but he surprised you by tugging you gently to sit between his legs. The water danced around your stomach, steam rising more from you than the actual springs.
“I always return a favor,” was all he said.
Then his hands were pressing into you, caressing and sliding over your figure, traveling from waist to neck and down again. Your back arched on it’s own and you mindlessly grabbed at something, which happened to be his leg. It was relaxing, but this kind of touch only awakened what you’d felt since you first saw him.
Your head slumped forward, and you squeezed his thigh without realizing it. Chills tickled your spine and you understood what he must have felt under your ministrations.
The sun had already set, and darkness overtook you both, the warm glow of lanterns casting a beautiful shine on the water’s surface. You were so overwhelmed with heat, and steam, and the rhythmic movements of his hands that you didn’t notice your bikini straps sliding off and down your shoulders.
Kinich cleared his throat, and you started. You turned around, hips bumping against him and bit your lip.
“Sorry,” you whispered.
His eyes were fixated on you, piercing through the dark and into your skin. They traveled up and down your figure, settling on your chest, your eyes, and finally your lips.
“…”
The mood had changed, time halting for the two of you as the party went on in the distance. Faint music hummed in the back of your mind, a gentle breeze offering only the smallest relief. Suddenly you were more than overheating.
You looked at his chest and back up again, unable to break the spell of how badly you wanted him right now. Your hand was still on his thigh and his legs were still open, a subtle bulge showing you exactly how he felt. Your heart pounded in your ears.
“Hey.”
His voice was as cool and calm as always. Another moment passed between you, catching the words in your throat and rendering you speechless.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
That one line was all it took to snap you awake. You rubbed his leg ever so slightly and flushed.
“Yeah.”
* * *
He led you through a hidden path, into the edge of Natlan’s wilds. Luscious, verdant greenery encircled a little spring you hadn’t seen before, tucked neatly out of the way. You could still see lights in the distance but the familiar noises of your tribe had been replaced with the rustling sounds of night – low, swooping bird calls and the chirping of various insects.
Palm fronds swayed above your head and Kinich swatted them out of the way, confident in his surroundings. You clung to his arm, out of your element and feeling like a lost, little animal.
“It’s okay. I got you.” He stepped into the water and lifted you down.
Humidity and the thought of what might happen here, had droplets of sweat beading on the back of your neck and you pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, fanning at your face.
You weren’t expecting him to lean in and bite you.
“Hnngh!” A startled moan was ripped from your lungs and the sensation went straight between your legs.
“Good?”
You nodded.
His hands were at your waist now, rubbing up and down, catching on the frail strings at your side. One little tug was all it would take to render you bare, and he toyed with you, loosening your swimsuit bit by bit. His lips on your neck had you grinding against him, the wet cloth of his swimsuit creating friction but hiding nothing of his size and thickness.
He groaned and bit down again, sucking the soft flesh of your neck. You rolled your hips against his, hands grasping at his back, retracing your motions from earlier. Water dripped from the treetops above; condensation from the suffocating jungle summer.
Eventually it was too much to bear and you reached behind, keeping eye contact while undoing your strings completely, top falling into the water. He paused to admire the view before rewarding you with a kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, slick and demanding.
Your mouths fought for dominance, until he overtook you, pushing you back against the spring bank. With nowhere to go, you relented, relaxing into his arms. Your knees were already weak but you still managed to reach down and slip a finger into his shorts, teasing them down.
That got his attention, and he pulled off you, eyes aglow.
“Oh, so you want more?”
“Yes, please.” You trembled with lust, licking the sweat off your lips, fingers dancing around the edges of his rock-hard cock.
His voice was hushed, a dark and passionate edge to it that you weren’t expecting from “Malipo.”
“And what will you give me, if I give you what you want?”
You had a hunch and leaned over biting down hard into the muscle above his collarbone. Your hunch was correct, and he gasped, jolting. You pulled and sucked every inch of him you could reach, leaving marks on his chest, the sides of his neck and shoulders. Every move you made had him lurching and his arms caged you in, clawing at your hair, your curves.
The two of you moaned and wrestled, inhibition forgotten, until both of you were naked and he flipped you around, bending you into the grass and hoisting your hips up. Water lapped at your thighs, sloshing against your open pussy, while you waited to be filled up. Then his length was beneath you, slipping along your folds, sliding and teasing.
Kinich held your stomach, leaning over you and in one swift motion, slammed inside.
“Fuck. You are so fucking sexy,” he said.
Words were no longer an option for you, with his impossibly hard cock stretching you wide, pumping you senseless.
Then he rammed into you as hard as possible, hips meeting your ass, and you were thankful nobody else heard the sound you made.
His hand on the small of your back pushed you further, until you were face down, smushed into the bank, ass in the air, spread wide for him. Slapping, squelching noises echoed off the trees and tears sprang into your eyes.
Your whole body was on fire, from the tips of your curling toes to your hands clawing at the grass. You begged and pleaded incoherently, moaning his name, pushing back into him as hard as you could. He brought his hand around to play with your clit, stroking and pinching, fondling your hanging breasts that bounced uncontrollably to the rhythm of his hips. Your knees were buckling with pleasure but he held you in place, chest pressed against your back. You barely noticed his mouth on your neck anymore but he bit down hard, again and again, leaving marks you’d never be able to hide, claiming you as his own.
“Kinich,” you babbled, gasping for release, and it came soon enough, crashing through you like a wave pulling you under. Your pussy clamped around him, and he thrust even deeper, chasing his own high until the both of you were wrecked. He pulled out at the last second, holding you close to him, cum spurting in streams down your legs.
You vaguely felt him mouthing and sucking at the marks he’d left, leaving little kisses as way of an apology.
Well, this was more than a conversation. Yeah.
The two of you held each other for a while, hair soaked and clinging to your necks, licking and caressing the tender areas you had bruised.
“Thanks for the massage,” he suddenly said and you burst into exhausted giggles.
The moon was overhead, shining into your secret retreat. You sat together, rinsing in the natural, healing waters. He pulled you into his lap once again and you sat talking, deep into the night, until you whispered, “I don’t want to go home.”
“You don’t have to. I’m not even close to repaying you yet.”
“Oh but you lied to me, you know. You absolutely bite.”