They slept in late. After days of anxiety, extortion, an abduction, a new job, and a psychic interrogation, both Hinata and Plenty were exhausted beyond description. When Xavier agreed to help them contact Gwen, it felt like they finally got a decent break after a series of agonizing losses.

  Hinata woke first. They were in bed. The room was dim. Weak beams of reflected light broke through the door, illuminating the far wall. But her eyes had adjusted to the dark. She could see clearly the hairs on Plenty’s arm and the thin, worn blanket they shared, kicked to their knees at some point in the hot night.

  She was little spoon. His arm was around her waist, left hand cupping her right breast, his thumb pressing upon her nipple. Her head rested on his other arm like a muscular pillow. His morning wood rubbed against her taint and scrotum in time with his breathing, heavy and rhythmic in her ear, warm against her neck.

  Hinata felt a welcome longing rise in her. It had been more than a month since she and Plenty had had sex, and never without Morgan.

  Hinata and Morgan had been married for years when Plenty came to live on the feirm. No one had planned or expected it to happen. He was just so kind and reliable, charming, and always respectful, not to mention physically impressive. At first, Hinata and Morgan laughed off their attraction as a friend-crush. But the truth was, they were both falling in love with him. And he loved them both back. It all happened so simply, organically even. One day, Morgan asked if Hinata might be open to bringing Plenty into their marriage. At the time, Hinata was scared of losing Morgan, scared of her own insecurities, but excited to explore a new side of herself. And Plenty brought so much richness and love into her life, it was like seeing in color for the first time.

  Now, Hinata could feel his heartbeat all around her. His hooded tip gently slid against her inner thighs as Plenty breathed. She felt a complex mix of emotions. Aroused, of course. She also felt unfaithful. But did she owe Morgan fidelity? Did Plenty? Didn’t Morgan send them both away? Why, if not to comfort one another? She felt safe and warm in Plenty’s embrace, but also anxious, because they lost Gwen. But also hopeful, because they’ve made connections and were calling in favors.

  Favors seemed to be the great currency of the realm. Gems were exchanged for material goods, but the real deals were made in kind. Unsurprisingly, Plenty intuited that immediately and called in Xavier’s favor on the spot.

  Hinata was so grateful to Plenty. She would be dead or worse without him. His charm, his insight, his unique talents… he was a wonderful partner. She was lucky to love him and be loved by him. She wanted to show her gratitude, so she lifted her leg and shifted her weight so it could rest on Plenty’s thigh. With her legs spread, Plenty’s penis gently slapped against her own, much smaller penis. Hers was comparatively tiny. About as wide as her finger and half the length. Even her testes were small, more like a fuzzy mound compared to Plenty’s heavy-hanging sack.

  She reached down and gently rubbed Plenty’s penis against her own. A sleepy moan hit her ear, and Plenty softly stretched himself awake, squeezing Hinata tight in the process, pressing his hips against her ass.

  Plenty was taller than her by a head, with broad shoulders, a swimmer's body, and a soft bit of fat around the belly. By contrast, she was diminutive, wiry, and thin. So when Plenty held her tight, she felt fully surrounded by him, the scent of him, the feel of his smooth skin against hers, the sound of his heart beating. She could close her eyes and forget where her body ended and his began.

  Plenty’s fingers gently massaged Hinata’s breasts, which were as small as the rest of her. Being so small used to be a source of insecurity, but Hinata didn’t worry about it anymore. For years, Hinata believed she wasn’t enough, that she would never find love. But Morgan told her she was beautiful. At first, Hinata thought Morgan was just being kind and lonely. But she would say it, “You’re beautiful,” every morning, and after a long while, Hinata started believing her. Then Plenty entered their lives, and Hinata was sure she’d lose Morgan and Plenty both, that Plenty would reject her once he knew her truth. But that never happened. He never made her feel different or unwanted. Even now, half-awake, his body spoke volumes in hungry desire. When she looked in his eyes, she saw the beauty he saw in her. Being loved by them taught Hinata to love herself.

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  Hinata turned her head to kiss him. She could taste the morning on his breath, but she didn’t care. She wanted him. She was ready. She hadn’t eaten solid food since the attack on the boat, so Hinata supposed she would be ready forever.

  He rubbed the sleep off his eyes and then put his hand on her hip, digging his fingers in and pulling her against him, kissing her face, neck, and shoulder. Hinata slowly stroked his dick. He was fully erect and his foreskin was mostly retracted. A drop of precum caught the dim light, making the tip of his dick gleam. She licked her palm and rubbed the spit around the head of his penis, collecting that drop of precum and polishing his head to a shine. He moaned softly in her ear.

  Then Plenty spit on his fingers and rubbed the spit against Hinata’s hole. She shuddered and sighed as his fingers entered her, testing her tightness, massaging her opening, all while she stroked his wet cock. She didn’t want to wait any longer. Hinata arched her back and positioned the tip of his dick against her hole.

  Plenty waited patiently as Hinata teased herself open. It had been a while, and he was girthy, so it took a few starts and stops, but that was normal for Hinata. It hurt a lot at first. Her muscles spasmed painfully, but she stopped to breathe and think relaxing thoughts, then she guided him back inside her. By the third attempt, she was loose and relaxed, and practically melted onto Plenty’s lap.

  Once Hinata was open and ready, Plenty took over. One of his arms was under Hinata’s head. He wrapped it around her chest, grabbed her left tit, and held her body close. With his other arm, he pulled her toward him, pushing deep inside her. Hinata moaned and shuddered as he pushed through her inner wall. He kissed her passionately, sealing their mouths together. He was in all the way now and started slowly thrusting into her.

  He drilled her sideways until he was awake enough to change positions. Her favorite was on her knees, facedown, him taking her from behind. It felt deeper, more intense. And Plenty was enthusiastic and passionate now, banging her guts like a hammer hitting a nail. His body and ballsack slapped against her loudly. Her moans came rhythmically, in time, like a drumbeat, and she was the drum.

  “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.”

  Hinata buried her face in the pillow, biting it to muffle her screams. She reached with both hands to rub herself and cradle his heavy balls from impact. He pounded her until she was sore and whimpering, then he flipped her over.

  Plenty’s favorite position was face-to-face. He liked to kiss as they finish together. He held her lower back in one hand, lifting her legs high. She rubbed herself while he dug deep and rocked her body against his.

  “I’m close,” she whimpered, her hips stiff, her body sore, her penis aching with need to release.

  Plenty picked up speed. He held her entire body in his arms and pulled her to him, grinding his hips and growling. When he kissed her, his body shuddered and spasmed. Hinata let go, spraying cum all over her stomach and tits.

  They stayed like that, soaked and spent, lips locked, for what could have been a long time or very little. Time lost all meaning. Everything lost meaning. Nothing made sense. They were both somehow exhausted and rejuvenated, relaxed and sore, two bodies as one. When Plenty finally found the strength to peel himself up off of her, he pulled out with a wet ‘pop,’ and a cummy mess leaked all over the sheets.

  She whimpered as he left her body, feeling empty without him, but also deeply satisfied and comforted.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  Plenty collapsed beside her and leaned in for another kiss. “Thank you,” he said back. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching widely. He bent over to touch his toes. Then he swung his body side-to-side. He sighed contentedly.

  “I feel so much better.”

  “Mmhm,” was all Hinata could say.

  Plenty moved toward the door. “I need to pee.”

  “Bring a towel when you come back,” Hinata said. “I’m getting sticky.”

  She lay there for a while, eyes closed, in a state of blissful mindlessness until Plenty returned, tossing a rag onto her stomach.

  “All the lights are out,” Plenty said, concern in his voice. "And there's no running water."

  “What?” Hinata opened her eyes, grabbed the rag, and wiped herself dry. “Why?” She got up and started moving around the house, avoiding direct sunbeams. It was still too early in the day for her to enter the living room.

  “Check the aetherstone,” she told Plenty.

  He went to retrieve it. The orb was dim in his hands. All the power inside was depleted. Powerless, their house had gone dark. It smelled like sweaty sex. And Hinata really wanted a bath.

  Hinata is one of my favorite characters to write because she consistently surprises me. She began as a throwaway side character. I just needed someone to fish Raf out of the snare. But I liked her so much, I kept her around for two more books. And this time, when I sat down to write what happens next, it occurred to me that Hinata and Plenty are alone for the first time in weeks. They've experienced loss and shared victories, and this is the first time in a long time that they've had a moment to breathe and be alone together. So this seemed like a natural next step.

  P.S. for the sake of clarity, I imagine Hinata as an intersex person. If you're unfamiliar with the term intersex, it's an umbrella word denoting persons with differences of sexual development. These differences can present in many ways. Some are more "obvious" than others. Everyone is different.

  I imagine Hinata has what modern doctors might diagnose as "mild androgen insensitivity syndrome," which means her body is mostly immune to testosterone. She has XY genes. Her body makes testosterone, but it has little developmental effect. That's why she looks, sounds, and lives as a woman. Not everyone with MAIS lives as a woman. Not everyone with genital/gonadal variation has AIS. There is nothing political about this chapter. Hinata is simply a person, normal in a lot of ways, uncommon in a few ways, but her medical/biological condition is a lot less important than her vampirism, her connections, her chain fishing skills, or her plan to topple a mad god.

  My intention with this chapter was to portray a queer yet straight relationship that was loving, supportive, and really fucking hot. I hope you like it.