The Ringel Way 2 [NSFW]

The Ringel Way 1 

And this is the second part! I mean... if you weren't sure about the first, maybe this will help. Comments appreciated!

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Gert couldn’t help but feel he’d been pressured into this, pressed against a small, male ringel on his own bed. It wasn’t unpleasant… Sinon didn’t feel all that different in his paws than Inzari did, and he had a very similar smell to her, but darker, like burned earth. And he couldn’t help but feel turned on at mere contact, no matter what Sinon’s sex was, until his penis slid most of the way out of its shaft and his knot started to stretch against his sheath.

“You seem turned on,” Sinon said, straddling Gert’s cock like he was riding it sideways. “So… ready?”

“No,” Gert said.

“I could get us started…” Sinon lifted a leg, stretching out his lower paw, which also had a half-thumb on it. Gert wondered what he expected to do with it.

“No, just… give me a moment.”

Gert didn’t really know what he wanted to do with that moment. Inzari had talked him through their first encounter, but she did listen to him when he wanted to talk. Sinon didn’t seem like the type. But maybe that was just Gert’s own bias—he had a tendency to ramble at pretty females anyway, and they may have just listening to him to humor him. But males? Gert didn’t really think about males in an intimate way.

But his cock was clearly telling him he wasn’t that disgusted with the idea. Had he been missing out on something all this time? He couldn’t help but call to mind images of Ateri judging him for this sort of behavior, and it made him want to pull back.

“Maybe I should go get one of my cigars,” Sinon said. “Smoke it, come back, see if you’re ready then…”

“No, no, I got this,” Gert said. “Um… I just like to… say things, you know?”

“Ah, talkative type. That’s okay. I can do romantic language.” He reached up and stroked Gert along his chin.

“I-I mean,” Gert stammered, “I don’t know anything about you other than you’re the captain. The ringel captain. I sorta want to… like the person I’m with? I don’t know how to describe it. You’re just kinda a stranger to me and it’s vaguely scary. Not like in a menacing way or anything!”

“Hmm…” Sinon pondered. He nuzzled up under Gert’s chin.

“How do you do it, though?” Gert asked. “I mean, from what I know, ringel are just having sex with each other whenever… I don’t know if I could feel turned on by everyone I come across… like, do I feel comfortable being with this person? Do I trust them?”

“We don’t really think about that,” Sinon said, slowly curling his tail around Gert’s member, which made him twitch and squeeze Sinon tighter at the sensation. “You are overthinking this. If you like what you feel, lean into it.”

Sinon untwisted his tail. Gert yelped, a sensation of pleasure racing up his spine.

“B-but I don’t know if I trust…”

“Gert, how often do you sit down to dinner with a stranger and worry that they’re going to suddenly jump across the table and stab you in the face?”

Gert blinked, and twisted his ears in thought. “…quite a few times, actually.”

“Oh Gods, help me with the foreigners…” Sinon muttered as a prayer.

“I mean, it’s not to say I don’t trust you,” Gert mumbled. “But I mean, I’m mostly doing this for Inzari… I don’t want to disappoint her. Not to say I can’t stand up for myself and my needs! I know ringel prefer that. So like, in a way, I really admire the ringel approach to sex.”

“Mmm?”

“I just want to not care, like you do,” Gert finally said. “Like, ancestors, you brought up the dinner analogue, and now I’m thinking about that. Like, is that how you see me? Sitting at a table with food I’ve never tried before that I know won’t kill me, rambling on and on and on about being perceived eating this food, about doing this for someone else, instead of doing it because I want to broaden my palate? Or just because I’m hungry?”

“Well?” Sinon asked. He turned around his still rather rigid erection pressing just under Gert’s ribcage. He walked his fingers up the bridge of Gert’s muzzle. “Are you going to partake of me?”

“What if I don’t like it?” Gert asked.

“That is not the question you should be asking,” Sinon said. “You should really ask yourself: what if I do?”

Gert took a deep breath, and nodded. “I um…” he started, but no more words came. He instead gingerly reached a paw in and touched a pad to the length of Sinon’s shaft. It was very… electric, but Gert couldn’t tell if that was some property of the penis, or just because he felt some unknown internal wall coming down.

Sinon breathed a pleased sigh. “There you go, big guy… now can I get started?”

Gert nodded, his ears burning hot in a blush.

Sinon pulled him into a kiss. Gert was flustered at once, but resolved to give it a try, and wrapping his arms around Sinon, tilted his head and slid his muzzle over to lock it in. It tasted weird—not dissimilar from Inzari, though her tongue tasted mostly like those cigars she smoked. Not altogether unpleasant.

Holding Sinon closer, he started to appreciate the touch. He’d embraced a lot of males before, but this was still different. There was something more open about it, something tantalizing just roiling under the surface. He was curious. His fingers started to touch more and more places along Sinon’s lithe form—so thin and frail compared to a geroo, but nevertheless there was strength there, a warm and beating heart inside.

Gert broke the kiss, meeting Sinon’s gaze. He had such a look to his eyes, as un-geroo like as they were—they contained a depth, like looking through the gate down to Krakuntec—there was a world in there. Stars in its sky. Fields to rest in, trees to find shade under. Sinon suddenly felt so warm in his paws, so inviting…

Sinon pushed Gert onto his back, and he fell with a thud onto the bed. Straddling Gert’s tail, Sinon slid his paw and tongue up and down Gert’s long, thick shaft.

Gert buried his face in his paws. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, even as he knew it was a male doing this to him. It was a male rolling his fingers under Gert’s testicles. A male stroking his sensitive parts intimately. And Gert was letting him! Ancestors, he could let him do it all day, all night… Although his knot only started to swell all the harder at the sensation.

“Ow—uh, Sinon, can you get… my knot, for me?”

“Hmm?” Sinon paused, and examining the taut skin, pulled it down until the knot popped out of the sheath and into full view.

“Thanks. You can… keep doing that.”

Sinon kept doing that. He could barely get his jaws around the swollen, stiff tip of Gert’s cock. Ancestors, he was as good at it as Inzari… well, it only made sense, ringel probably all got a lot of practice in. But the way that he moved without much care just made Gert all the more giddy and curious to see where he’d go next.

And Gert loved the way he moved. He was intense, sure, perhaps even a little impatient in the way he stroked his own cock with his toes as he worked. Sinon eventually worked his tongue lower, all the way down and under Gert’s balls where his musk gland was, and Sinon didn’t seem to mind—he swabbed that place with his tongue, too, and a sensation shot up Gert’s spine until he arched his back. “Sinon… keep going… right there…”

Sinon nibbled at the loose and stretchy skin down there, a bright electric sensation washed through Gert. He clenched the bed, hard, until his knuckles hurt.

Then Sinon ran his tongue up Gert’s tailhole.

“WOAH!” Gert suddenly kicked away and backed up to the wall. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, getting your tailhole ready?” Sinon said, folding his arms with a hurt expression on his ears. “I was going to do reheskej.”

“The what?”

“It’s the—the sex position. I hump you in the tailhole and suck you off at the same time. It’s hard to do depending on the partner, but for someone your size…”

“You mean you just stick your cock in someone’s anus?”

“Yes? That is a legal move in this game.”

“Well not in my game! Don’t!”

Sinon sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’m flexible. We’ll go with orojne instead.”

“What’s that?”

Sinon didn’t reply—he instead just hopped up, straddling his own rear over the tip of Gert’s upright shaft.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Gert mumbled.

“Orojne,” Sinon said. His lower paws closed at Gert’s hips. “You stay on your back.”

“But what are you—”

Gert yelped loudly as Sinon impaled himself on Gert’s cock. His gut visibly expanded to contain it. Gert didn’t know what to expect—but somehow, with very little lubricant, Sinon made exceptionally smooth entry, all the way down to the top of Gert’s knot. Gert’s whole body quivered. He’d gotten in much deeper than he possibly could with Inzari. It felt so good as Sinon raised and lowered himself again, staring down at Gert with those sultry eyes, his own erection bouncing up and down as he straightened and bent his knees.

“Gods damn, Gert!” Sinon laughed as he rode, trying to hold back his loud groans of pleasure. “I just thought it looked big!”

“I-I can’t take it!” Gert twisted back and forth in his spot on the bed, the sheet covering tangling up as his shoulder pulled at it.

“What!” Sinon exclaimed. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no!”

“I thought not…”

“I-I want… I want…”

Gert bucked his hips, sending Sinon crashing into his chest, still stuck on there erection. Gert threw his arms around Sinon, squeezing him there tight. To the ringel’s consternation, Gert suddenly started bucking his his in the air, pumping in and out of Sinon’s tailhole rapidly.

“Ow!” Sinon grunted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “D-d-da-amn!”

“S-sorry,” Gert creaked, physically unable to stop himself.

“Ke-ep g-g-o-oin-g” Sinon squeaked.

With a loud cry of ecstasy, Sinon came, a long trail of his species’ semen erupting from the tip of his pointed member. Some of it landed on Gert’s arms and his face. He didn’t care. It was new and exciting and kind of weird but that was okay.

But Gert simply couldn’t keep up thrusts with his legs in the air, so he rolled around, pinning Sinon underneath him, and gripping onto the captain’s sides tight, thrust into him in and out even faster. Sinon made some kind of sound that wasn’t in the Ringelese lexicon…

At least until with a hard thrust, Gert’s knot popped in. At which point, two things happened simultaneously.

Firstly, it fit. This was a problem as Sinon’s guts only just fit such a long, expansive shaft rammed up his tailhole, and the pressure immediately traveled to his diaphragm. This expelled all of the air out of Sinon’s lungs at once.

The second, was that unlike a female geroo’s locking vagina, there was no eventual closing action on knotting. The anus, being a muscle that’s used to staying closed, immediately clenched tight around the base of Gert’s knot.

The panic set in. Gert yelped loudly, and attempted to pull away—but the action in reverse was significantly harder. The base of Sinon’s rectum tugged against the base of Gert’s knot, and as nature intended, he unloaded his seed.

A lot of seed.

Sinon’s eyes twitched as he felt it fill him inside. He didn’t say anything, largely because he couldn’t breathe.

Eventually, Gert came to his senses. He blinked, and suddenly realizing that Sinon was having trouble, he tugged—eventually, his erection popped out of Sinon’s tailhole, and the ringel took a long lungful of air again.

“…sorry.” Gert muttered though his heaving breaths. He said that way too often after sex.

“Gods… damn,” Sinon suddenly laughed, a bit more semen jettisoning from his cock as he did so. “Orojne into abirah into te-ta-te into osonen…”

“Uh…” Gert rolled onto his back again. “I think I got what you mean for the first three positions, but why does the last one sound like…?”

“Erotic asphyxiation,” Sinon said. “Never had that done from the inside before. Gods, what a rush!”

Gert blinked. “Uh… huh.” He wheezed. “Was it… good?”

“Pff, the other ringel are gonna want a taste of that soon…” Sinon clambered to his paws, semen still leaking out of his tailhole as he staggered to the door. “For someone who isn’t sure he likes male-on-male,” Sinon pointed in his direction, “you are good at it…”

The door snapped shut behind. Immediately, Gert could hear the sounds of Inzari asking what it was like, and Sinon telling her, and them laughing together. Probably doing something else sexy to clean up, whatever it was that ringel did. Sinon had left a trail of Gert’s semen from the bed to the door.

He wasn’t thinking about that though. He was still thinking about his reaction to it all. The buzz. The rush. The closeness. The strangeness. He wanted to kiss Sinon again, that was really nice.

“Oh ancestors…” Gert muttered to himself. “…I don’t think this made me want to go back to normal…”