For potential new readers browsing this chapter: Kokata and Black is the same person.
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Kokata was spinning thread.
The woman he loved had made him her lover. Everything should be happiness and bliss. But it wasn't.
Sounds of water dripping onto snow, were filling the forest. It was a thawy day. They were sleeping together now, as they had while travelling, except that now Lei slept naked and they usually had sex before going to sleep.
They had been lovers for twenty-one days. Twenty-one days of bad sex.
Kokata was getting quite good at letting the spinning stick go as far as three body-lengths below him.
Technically, the sex wasn't bad for him. Technically it was too good. It didn't matter how twisted and torn he felt before he stuck himself into her. Once he was in, he'd just disappear into ecstasy.
Kokata pulled up three body-lengths of spun thread, and started balling it.
The taste of shame was bitter. This dawn, Lei had started crying the moment he rolled off. He had fallen asleep to the sound of it. His woman had been crying and he had simply gone to sleep. What kind of a man was he?
His Lei needed more. His ineptitude was tearing them apart.
Sex was doing them more harm than good. He had meant to stop long ago. And some dawns they had refrained. But mostly, when they cuddled each other, they'd start kissing, and Lei would be so warm, and soft, and loving, and aroused. She'd touch him and he would touch her, in the places she did allow him to touch her.
Sooner or later, she would always spin her legs about his body, and he, by then already long crazed for it, was never able to say no.
Kokata lengthened his silk, set the stick to a spin, and slowly let his silk slip through his tips. The spinning stick slowly dropped. More and more thread between it and Kokata.
Back when she had had his poison in her, Lei had liked having his legtip inside her. Back then she had pleaded for him to keep touching her the way that felt really good, and he had stopped because continuing would have been to take advantage.
Now she wouldn't let him touch that part of her. She'd let him fuck it, but not caress it. Not even on the outside.
Did she expect him to learn to use his cock as precisely as a legtip? Was he supposed to withstand the ecstasy, prod his cock around inside her to find the places where it felt really good, and then somehow rub against those spots? Or was he just supposed to last longer than he did?
Kokata moved the silk in circles to keep the stick spinning.
Shooting his seed into Lei was supreme pleasure but waking at noon with memories of disappointed eyes, tight lips, and hidden tears, wasn't. It would be better if he couldn't shoot his seed.
A body-length below the spinning stick spun merrily.
Kokata grinned mischievously. Maybe he could make it so that he couldn't.
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"There's not much snow left," said Lei, undressing. "Do you think the thaw will last?"
"Maybe for some days," replied Black, casually. "But the frost will return. This winter is far from done."
"I look forward to spring," said Lei, circled Black to get to the bedding, and crawled under her blanket.
"Do you really need that blanket?" asked Black. "It's quite warm in here."
"I like my blanket," said Lei, poking out from under it. "Are you coming to bed?"
Black crawled to bed and laid himself next to her. Lei snuggled closer. Even knowing how it would end, she couldn't resist kissing him.
They'd kiss, they'd touch, they'd have sex. Black would fall asleep, and she'd be alone with a pounding body and a horrible empty feeling.
Lei pushed the thoughts away. It was worth doing even if the finish was bad. Black's lips were soft and warm. She flipped her blanket over him and wiggled to get her body closer to his.
"That blanket is in the way," snarled Black, and pulled it from her.
"Black," complained Lei, gazing after her blanket as it landed in a corner.
"You'll get it back when you're ready to sleep," said Black, and caged her with four legs. "May I have some more kisses?"
"I'll get cold," said Lei.
"I'll keep you warm," said Black, and raised himself to all eight legs.
"All over?" asked Lei, giggling nervously up at him hovering straight above her.
"Of course," said Black and lowered his body till she could feel the heat of it. Keeping his body, just high enough not to touch hers, Black kissed her.
While kissing him back, Lei raised her hands and ran them along the sides of his body from the soft sides on his underbelly to the smooth skin on his hard chest plates.
Black parted his lips from hers.
"Where do you need me to warm you?" he asked, his mouth so close to hers that the air of his words tickled her lips.
"My feet are getting cold."
"Both of them?" asked Black, slowly running two legtips down the sides of her legs.
"Absolutely," claimed Lei. They weren't really, but she did miss the comfort of her blanket. She felt a bit too naked without it.
Black's legtips were unbelievably soft against her lower thighs. It was hard to grasp how his clingers, as soft as his silk against her skin, could also be hard and sharp as blades when he needed them to be. His legtips simultaneously reached her feet, bent at her ankles and caressed both her soles.
"It tickles," exclaimed Lei and tugged her feet from his touch.
"But we can't let them get cold," objected Black with a smile, and with his legtips chased her feet around. While trailing kisses between her neck and shoulders.
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Lei laughed hysterically every time his tips found her feet and stroked her soles. Finally she managed to press her soles firmly to the bedding by bending her knees on both sides of his body, as she sometimes would when he was inside her.
