Unlike many races, most Rethans had no interest in tobacco or alcohol post-coitus. While drinking was common outside the bedroom and often led to the bedroom, while inside the bedroom, after sex, the relaxation treat of choice was always a hardstick, a chalky, hard white sweet in the shape of a chunky, long cigarette, often flavoured vaguely with fruit. One would just chew on the end as they waited for their partner to finish off in the bathroom, for a small boost of energy. And often, the one doing the chewing was whoever was the more masculine side of the engagement. Almost like a small victory treat.
Normally, Retvik had no desire to chew on a hardstick after sex, but right now, he was lying in a luxurious, gold-sheeted bed, naked and content. And he had just watched his partner for the night waddle off to the en-suite bathroom to wash themselves down. What had been intended to be just one evening had turned into several days of fun and pleasure, and Retvik had definitely enjoyed himself.
Running water distracted Retvik. The en-suite was ahead of the bed, to the side, behind a golden curtain. There was a LOT of gold here. A worrying amount of gold. Everything was either gold or pure white marble around here.
Retvik started thinking back to when he was mortal. He had been imprisoned by the Void Lord. A Voidborn deity had taken over his race, promising them greatness and perfection in exchange for eternal servitude. And there were times where Retvik had considered succumbing to those promises, especially since he was locked up in chains. Part of him wondered if…
“Ugh…”
A voice made Retvik look up. He realised he had just been laying there in bed. And the water in the bathroom had turned off. He had admittedly just been waiting for everything to go down so he could take his condom off and clean himself up, but for some reason, Retvik was still rather hard. He was glad he’d brought his own protection as well.
“Are you well, Ralian?” Retvik asked. Really, Retvik and Ralian looked very similar. Two gorgeous red and gold-plated vokaic beings with flames running down their bodies. But Ralian had two pairs of wings permanently attached to him, while Retvik’s were fake and cosmetic.
“I do not know why I thought going for round two was a good idea.”
“Are you alright?” Retvik was concerned now. He sat up straight and threw his legs out of bed to get up. “Did I hurt you?”
Ralian instantly dried himself off with his fire powers, then sat down on the bed next to Retvik. Ralian was slightly taller, but they were equally muscular and powerful. However, Retvik’s skin was covered in scars, and there were scratches in his plating.
“No, no. I will survive. I have experienced far worse. And I did enjoy myself. A lot. I am not sure if you did though.”
Retvik tilted his head to one side in confusion. “What do you mean? I did enjoy myself!”
“You look concerned.”
“I am just worried that I hurt you!” Retvik explained. “But also I am a little concerned that my, uh, erection has not gone down yet. Yes, I have good recuperation times, but, well…”
Ralian glanced down, between Retvik’s legs. “Oh. That is normal. For a Telian, anyway.”
“It is?” Retvik blinked. “Because I have come twice in an hour and normally I would have gone soft almost instantly by now.”
“Hm. Perhaps Rethans do not have the same fluids that keep one hard for repeated mounting attempts…” Ralian muttered. “I suppose it makes less sense for you as, well, you probably do not have issues with… slipping out and needing to get back in.”
Retvik thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I think Rethans and Telians are less similar than we think.”
“Definitely. There… there is no way I could fill you. I am aware that you have relations with both Litvir and Arkay, despite Arkay being smaller than you, but I feel like how Arkay must feel most of the time.”
Retvik raised a finger. “Um, actually, Arkay can shapeshift. And he is… um… how do I say this without… uh… upsetting you.”
Ralian eyed Retvik, then sighed. “I know what you are going to say. It seems like Skiavok and… whatever Arkay is… they are unreasonably well-endowed for their size. What race is Arkay, anyway?”
“Arkay is a Threan-type Retha and a Skyavok. A Skyavok with a Y, not an I. But from your statement, I guess you sleep with Veeyel occasionally?”
Ralian nodded. “It is the least I can do, to give Veeyel love and affection, considering how many times he has saved mine and Letalis’s asses. Letalis and I are former mortals. Powerful mortals, but we were never true gods. Veeyel was the god of healing and love inside his universe.”
“Litvir and I are both former mortals too,” Retvik shrugged. “You seem more like a god now. You are definitely worshipped as one.”
A grunt. Ralian seemed annoyed. “The worship is nice sometimes, and I have tried to use my soft power to make positive changes, but I am well aware I have been dragged into a society that, overall, is not as perfect as it believes itself to be. And I often get angry at myself for not fixing things.”
“You are trying though, yes?” Retvik asked. “Societal change takes time. You have to do things gradually. It is that or a Voidborn comes along and violently takes over and screws everything up.”
Ralian eyed Retvik. “That was… oddly specific.”
“Did something similar happen in your mortal universe?”
“Pretty much exactly. A Voidborn offered perfection to our kind. We accepted. Well, most accepted. I refused. I… do not want to talk about what happened because it ended with my universe shattering.”
Retvik frowned. “I… I understand. More than you can imagine.”
Both Retvik and Ralian fell silent. Ralian somewhat stared at the floor, but Retvik started sorting himself out, taking off the condom and cleaning himself up. Eventually, he turned back to Ralian.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Not really.”
“Would you like a massage?”
Ralian glanced up at Retvik. “What do you mean?”
“I think you need some after-care. I am willing to provide said care, if you want.”
Ralian thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Eh, sure, I guess…”
“Alright!” Retvik smiled as he reached for a nearby bottle of scented oil. “Lie down, get comfy, and I will give you a nice massage so you can relax…”