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Isthantari- The Series- Panda

Oh my god guys! So I got to work with the amazing super amazing @pandainfinitely but in particular her under her writing blog @pandaswritingandmonsters and THAT’S ACTUALLY A PICTURE OF PANDA, ISN’T SHE GORGEOUS?! Panda gave me SO MUCH to work with while also giving me license to do whatever the hell I wanted which was super fun and my imagination went WILD. It was so fun, this was SO MUCH FUN and DELIGHTFUL to write and I’m so sorry for taking so long to give this to you because I’ve been working on it (*cough* hording it *cough*) because I got to include one of my dream passions, lamp work beads and jewelry which is a hobby I WISH I could indulge in but alas my finances could never support it. BUT I CAN DREAM. So this piece is also really self indulgent for me and we have a lot in common. so that made this commission even better, also why I got a little crazy with the length. Hope you like it!

Isthantari Series- Panda and Jinx

You sighed in boredom as you dusted the space behind the counter at the jewelry store you worked at. It was actually an artisanal bead store that had a lot of artists who worked with lamp work beads or even carved beads and ceramic beads too and each section of the store belonged to each artist as well as being organized by color and the owner was very good at making sure if your beads sold, you got paid commission for them thanks to an amazing cataloging system. You worked the counter in addition to providing a small patch of beads to the store itself. You preferred to work in strictly black and white beads and the problem was...was that your beads were popular with only a few people who liked the black and white aesthetic but otherwise, the more colorful beads sold better than yours did and you earned more money from the hours you worked at the shop more than you did from the sales of your beads, which was getting a little depressing.

At least the music on the shop’s radio was good, you had the freedom to change the station and listen to what you wanted while you worked and there was an essential oil diffuser on the counter that you could control the scent of the essential oils that were used while you worked to keep the place smelling nice and fresh and you could read when there was a lull in foot traffic or if the store was dead and all the tidying up was done and you could have your phone on you at all times and even had your own business cards and you got to indulge in the little bistro’s extremely good coffee and food every time you worked since it was right next door and the pay was actually decent because it was technically a small business but your boss was amazing and made sure that all her employees were paid well, like better than a living wage including health insurance and happily let you and the other artists work the front counter and work in her work shop in the back, letting you use her vast array of tools for free and her stock pile of materials at a deep discount in exchange for a percentage of your bead sale commissions and actually paid you the same hourly wage for working in the work shop that she did working the front counter because she was an avid lamp work bead maker herself and it was a very mutually beneficial arrangement where everyone made money and the business would take turns featuring each artist and their work in the front window for a week at a time or during the festivals the front window would feature everyone so everyone got a bump in sales. The business itself was located in a little strip of stores right across the street from the park so even the views were lovely and you had decent foot traffic in the spring, summer and fall when the weather was fair, and the air conditioning made working the summer months great and the heater was more than adequate in the winter, really, other than your beads not selling well, you didn’t have much to complain about your job, the hours were nice, the pay was nice, your boss was super nice, granted some of the other artists were kind of snobby but you didn’t really deal with them often, the owner did and she would work the counter so you could get your breaks and she was always prompt, taking her own breaks around yours when she wasn’t creating in the back herself and she worked almost every day and the business was closed on Sundays and the other artists liked to work on the weekends when there was more business and they got a chance to showcase their own beads to the customers so that left you working Monday through Thursday and technically it was part time but you still got benefits as if it was full time and you made enough to pay all your bills and support yourself well all on your own and feed yourself well and even save a little bit of money here and there and splurge on yourself every once in a while (*cough some amazing high end chocolate from the chocolate shop a few shops down, nail polish, your growing collection of shampoos and conditioners because you liked to experiment with any and all you could and sushi cough*) so you couldn’t complain and your apartment was relatively close by and was a decent aparartment too so even the commute was nice. And one of your favorite things was on your way to work, listening to a morning show on a local radio station called ‘Second Date Update’ that showcased the sometimes hilarious exploits of other single people trying to date and reminded you to stay picky when choosing a boyfriend because there was some creeps and crazies out there. I mean some guys (most in your gentrified down down area) who actually still think they’re entitled to their dream girl who’s a solid ten while themselves barely crested a three and had nothing to offer but shallow and manipulative personality traits, fidoras and a neck beard while thinking they were the alpha males and a dream of a catch while the only women on earth to think that were their mothers and literally no one else. And from those you learned to stay far, far away.

You got done dusting before a mother and her toddler came in and you watched them, mostly keeping your eye on the toddler to make sure they didn’t start grabbing the beads and mixing them up or trying to ‘steal’ them. Not that kids were naturally malicious and out to steal everything they could get their hands on but kids that size and age usually liked shiny things and those shiny pretty things sometimes found their way into their little pockets. But the kid was surprisingly well behaved and actually listened to it’s mother when she told him ‘not to touch’ all the beads and you were impressed when the kid actually listened. She put together a really pretty necklace using some really nice beads from a variety of artists as well as the others that were simply in stock and belonged to the store itself as the little kid happily hung onto it’s toy and simply stayed close to his mom which got you to smile proudly. However when she went to check out, you noticed the kid become enamored with the glass case that was part of the front counter and proceeded to lick it and smear it’s face and hands all over it and made it’s own ‘masterpiece’ out of it’s spit.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, do you have a wet wipe or something?�� The mother asked as she noticed what her son had done and gently scolded him for it.

“Don’t worry about it, I got it, he’s fine, have a great day and come back soon!” You invited her warmly as she nodded and got her son and got out of there and you took a Clorox wipe to wipe it up. Hey, it could have been much worse and the kid had actually been adorable. You wished more kids were more like him than some of the little monsters that came in.

As you finished wiping it up, the door chimed as another customer came in.

“Welcome to Artistry Beads.” You offered robotic-ly as you finished wiping up the mess before you stood back up and turned to face the new customer and dropped you Clorox wipe when you saw what had come in, a Jika, not just any Jika, but an unusually tall one, Jika were usually six feet tall and black and yellow and had a green sheen to their black, this one had to be seven feet tall though. It’s black having the prettiest purple sheen to it.

“Hello.” He greeted you and you forgot how to talk for a moment, that voice. His voice was smoother than black velvet.

“Hi, I’m Panda, sorry, sorry, my real name is Mary, friends call me Panda.” You stammered nervously as you took in the sight of him as you watched him bend over and pick up the discarded Clorox wipe on the floor and hand it back to you.

“Oh, thank you,” you thanked him as you watched him, completely unable to take your eyes off of him like he was hypnotizing you and you didn’t mean to stare, staring was supposed to be rude but you couldn’t help it but he didn’t seem to mind. Not by the super charming smile he was giving you.

“Can I call you Panda then?” He asked as a giggle suddenly left you as your face stained raspberry.

“Sure.” You nodded as you bit your lips to keep your face from splitting in half from smiling too widely.

“Do your friends call you Panda on account of your hair?” He asked as he tilted his head to consider your black and white hair. The left side of your hair was so platinum blonde it was practically white while the right side of your head you colored black and your hair was chest length and your glasses were thick black rimmed glasses and your blue eyes popped form your super pale complexion, you had a black nose ring and two silver lip rings.

“Yup.” You nodded even though there was more to it than that but most people assumed that about you and because of your naturally shy personality, you weren’t usually comfortable telling everyone everything about you, you usually guarded your personal life pretty fiercely.

“Uh, so, what brings you in? Can I help you look for anything in particular?” You asked, trying to get back into your customer service mode.

“No, just passing by, the store looked interesting, thought I would stop in and check it out.” He said as he gestured to the store.

“Oh, well, in that case, look around and if you see anything you like, let me know or if there’s a project you’d like to work on, just let me know.” You invited as you gestured to the shop before you went back and stepped behind the counter again and took your seat in the very comfortable chair behind the cash register. Another wonderful thing, you got to sit at work as he moved throughout the store, looking around at everything, all his hands clasped regally behind his back as he did so before he stopped right in front of your section and seemed to look at your beads with great interest which normally excited you and made you happy but this made you very nervous for some reason as you hoped and prayed he liked them before he reached out hesitantly and picked four of them up, one in each hand and studied all four at the same time with help from his compound eyes as he turned them in the light.

“So...people make..jewelry then, from these beads?” He gathered as he looked from the beads to the sample jewelry that hung artfully on the displays.

“Yep.” You confirmed from the front before he put one of the beads back and picked up your business card that was with your bead section.

“You made these?” He asked curiously as he compared your business card’s picture against you.

“I did.” You confirmed as you just couldn’t help yourself as you came over to stand next to him.

“How?” He asked which got you to laugh as you went over to a ‘how to’ book, one of the better ones you had and flipped it to the pictured diagrams that showed some of the techniques that were common and showed him that as he quickly read the page before he seemed to flip through the book, reading all the pages incredibly quickly.

“Fascinating.” He breathed in awe and you snorted a laugh as he looked at you curiously.

“Sorry, that’s what a character on a TV show, his name was Spock, that’s what he said about things that intrigued him.” You explained.

“I know, I’m very fond of the show ‘Star Trek’. In fact it was that show that tempted the Jika to make contact with humans to begin with. Jika and Vulcans are very similar in many respects.” He explained with a wry grin. “Excuse me,” he excused himself to go get a large basket to put the book and several others in before he bought out all of your stock. Like, he literally bought- Every. Single. Bead.

“So...what are you going to be making with all of these?” You asked as you rung him up as you tried not to become overwhelmed because this had literally never happened to you before.

“A truly great thing.” He smiled proudly.

“Ok,” you nodded in agreement with a bashful smile.

He happily paid for everything and you literally had to print the receipt twice, a copy for you to keep and a copy for the owner Jackie and when he left the store, he quickly flew away instead of walking down the side walk and you literally squealed in delight and just had to jump up and down in excitement.

“Jackie!” You squealed as you took her receipt and ran to the back of the store to her.

“Jackie, Jackie, Jackie!!! Look! Look! Look!” You squealed as you showed her the receipt as she paused in making her own beads to look at you and then the receipt before her eyebrows shot up.

“He bought all of my stock, like he bought some books but otherwise bought all of my beads!” You squealed in delight before she followed you out to the front of the store to see that your section did indeed get cleaned out and even the few demonstrative necklaces that had your beads on them sold.

“Holy shit, I have some supplies to order so you can make more.” Jackie giggled as she checked the business account on her phone to see the money already in her account and cleared and went ahead and made an order for supplies for you and got other artists to come in and work your shifts so that you could spend your time in the work space to make more.

“Congratulations Panda!” She gave you high five which you readily returned and mentally already made plans with what you were going to do with the money and how you were going to celebrate and the whole day you felt like you were floating on air and you wore the brightest smile ever. Looking over at your section and seeing it bare was so exciting, that had never happened before. Usually you could make the few beads that sold throughout the week on a Friday, but now you had an entire stock pile to replenish and you eagerly looked forward to those weeks where you would feel so accomplished.

Then you looked at the receipt. Prince Jinx Kizu. OH GOD HE WAS A PRINCE. A PRINCE LOVED YOUR BEADS AND BOUGHT YOUR BEADS, ALL YOUR BEADS. OH THIS WAS THE GREATEST THING EVER. Oh you couldn’t wait to rub Samantha’s nose in this. Samantha was the snobbiest of the snobs and always seemed to be so god damn smug because her beads sold on a regular basis and she made more in commissions than hours at the store and rubbed that in everyone’s faces. Ha! A royal Jika liked your beads. That just made this victory even sweeter. You took yourself out to eat after work, stopping first at the coffee shop to get a bag of your favorite coffee then at the chocolate shop down a few stores down and got yourself a box of your favorites, even the chocolate covered strawberries and the chocolate baskets, little hand held baskets made out of pure premium chocolate that were full of berries and then went to the hair salon and got yourself a new set of shampoo and conditioner then you went to the Asian fusion bistro a little further down and got yourself all the sushi you could eat. Really, it was the perfect day, like the greatest day ever.

For two weeks, as soon as you seemed to get more beads to get into stock, he seemed to return to buy them all out again and he only wanted your black and white beads which was an ego boost you were not expecting but that you embraced whole heartedly. Each time he came in, you talked a little more as he asked polite yet very thoughtful questions which you readily answered.

“Seriously, what are making with all of these?” You asked with a laugh as you cashed him out yourself.

“A sculpture.” He finally admitted.

“Really? Wow.” You blinked in surprise.

“I don’t mean to be creepy or perhaps obsessive or...” he paused as he seemed to struggle to find the right words to use, usually he was always so composed. It was actually very adorable to you.

“I don’t find it creepy or obsessive, I find it complimentary.” You assured him as he seemed very relieved to hear that.

“Oh good.” He breathed in relief before he seemed to want to say more and seemed to debate with himself for a moment.

“Is there anything else?” You asked once you finished.

“Actually, yes, would you like to do go out with me or do you have a significant other yet?” He finally asked and you nearly choked on your own spit.

“No, no, I don’t have a significant other, I would love to go on a date with you.” You rattled off super quickly, as your felt like you were tripping all over your damn self.

“Great, when do you get off this evening?” He asked charmingly.

“Six,” you gulped.

“Great, and is there a type of cuisine you prefer?” He asked.

“Sushi.” You immediately answered as he grinned wider.

“Perfect, I’ll see you in a little bit then Panda.” He grinned victoriously and if you had not been sitting down your knees were sure to have knocking together and you would have fallen on your ass.

When he left you squealed in delight again as you quickly ran to the back.

“Jackie! I’m sorry, I gotta go home early today, I have a date that I need to get ready for.” You told her excitedly.

“Uh, I really need you here...” Jackie grimaced.

“But I have a date! With Prince Jinx! He just asked me out! Tonight after work! Is there anything I can do?” You pleaded desperately.

“Tell you what, you got an hour because I have a doctor’s appointment in an hour and a half that will undoubtedly take the rest of my day.” She told you.

“Thank you thank you thank you! I’ll be right back.” You agreed as you got home and in a flurry got dressed in a really nice little black dress and tried to curl your hair and grabbed your makeup to do at work and came back just in time and did your makeup behind the counter, using the mirrors you had there to make it look amazing.

You ticked down the hours and you even closed five minutes early and waited anxiously for him to arrive and he landed right outside the door right at 6 and you scrambled to get to the door to unlock it for him.

“Hey! Let me just grab my purse.” You told him as you quickly went around the counter to grab your purse before you locked up the store again.

“So where are we going?” You asked excitedly.

“Well, if your comfortable, we could go to Momo.” He suggested as your eyes went wide with excitement. Momo was the best sushi place in the city. It was also nosebleed expensive.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Would you mind if we flew?” He asked as he nodded to the sky.

“Uh, I can’t...fly.” You frowned.

“I know, would you mind if I carried you?” He asked as he held out his hands towards you.

“Oh my god, yes please!” You giggled as he then bent over and picked you up bridal style before he took off as you held onto your purse tightly and squealed in delight as you looked out over the downtown area in awed amazement as he carried you so that one of his arms pinned the hem of your skirt to the back of your legs so that you weren’t exposed to the people below.

“This is so much fun!” You giggled in delight before he found the restaurant and gently landed and put you back down before he led you into the restaurant and sat down at the bar in front of the sushi chef who greeted him in Japanese and welcomed him back before Jinx introduced you to the sushi chef, Yato.

“Hi,” you waived before the chef suggested the private menu to Jinx in Japanese.

“Yato wishes to make us his special menu, does that sound good to you?” Jinx asked.

“Yes, please.” You nodded excitedly before Jinx continued to converse with Yato who smiled and nodded and got to work as Jinx gathered the menus and handed them back before a sake was brought out and served. It was by far, the best sake you had ever had the pleasure of drinking before you were served tempura, sushi and sashimi that you knew cost a small fortune but you didn’t care. You were on a date with a prince who could afford to buy out your stock of beads as fast as you made them. He could afford to treat you like a princess for a night at least.

Jinx was even impressed at your sushi etiquette and your appetite since you were able to keep up with him for the most part and the sushi was downright divine and Jinx was practically a perfect gentleman and his conversation was very amusing and delightful, he was funny and just a little mischievous and outgoing and gregarious and your mouth almost hurt from smiling so much while your sides almost hurt from laughing so much. He found your piercings to be very cool and was envious that humans seemed to be able to get all kinds of things pierced and tattooed and lamented that Jika would die if they even attempted such things and the fact that they could adorn their bodies in a myriad of ways and have things like clothing styles and preferences was very amusing to him and how he appreciated your affinity for just black and white. How you could still create such amazing variations with just the two colors astounded him and how he had fallen in love with the way you could still do so much- with things that appeared to be so simple and how you had perfected your techniques and usually you would been a little wary of so many compliments but you could tell he was actually completely sincere which had you swooning.

When you got to the point of being absolutely full did the food finally let up. But the chef made you a to go order to take home with you which you nearly started crying because you were so going to live on that for however long it would take to eat it all as Jinx got a to go bag as well and you were delighted when he took your bag and carried that for you as well and even though he only carried you with three arms this time, it was still more than enough for him to carry you back to your work before he kissed your cheek sweetly and left again, making sure you got into your car safely and had your to go order. You felt like you floated in your car all the way home and when you came into work the next morning, only a few moments after opening up, a giant flower bouquet was delivered from the flower shop along with practically a case of a few of every kind of chocolate from the chocolate shop a few stores down accompanied it. It was the largest bouquet of flowers you had ever gotten, ever. Like almost ridiculously large and you couldn’t help but giggle and laugh and when you found the card, your heart jumped and fluttered in your chest when you saw it was from Jinx.

It was a request to go out to dinner again along with his phone number to text him your answer and that if you were not interested in another date, to simply enjoy the flowers and the chocolate along with compliments on how refreshing and wonderful your company had been. It was literally the most perfect example of gentleman-like behavior and there was no way on earth you could refuse his offer of a second date, you wanted, no needed another date with Mr. Perfect Gentleman. It took less than a minute to get that phone number into your contacts and for you to text him your response and it took exactly 3 seconds for him to text you back. You got absolutely nothing done the rest of the day but texting Jinx, eating the case of chocolates until you playfully flirted with a diabetic coma and a stomach ache, drinking your coffee and adoring your flowers, appreciating the vast array of flowers he had chosen, appreciating their blooms and scents and artful way they were arranged. Jinx then texted you the circumstances around him wanting to date you along with the warning that it could be dangerous and that you would have to keep your relationship with him off of social media which was perfectly fine with you and you were completely undeterred by it. If anything the hint of danger was a thrill. Like one of those romance novels and all that fanfiction you inhaled on a regular basis. You closed up the shop and nearly dropped your flowers when you saw Jinx waiting for you by your car as a surprise.

“Hey! I loved the flowers and the all the chocolate!” You beamed happily as you practically launched yourself into his arms, setting the flowers on top of your car to kiss him eagerly and moaned and keened when he kissed you back hungrily and pinned you to the side of your car as all four of his arms and hands touched and caressed your body in a way that ignited a fire within you as you clung to him as you wrapped yourself around him and you pulled away just long enough to catch your breath because his kiss stole your breath away.

“Come with me,” he invited although it sounded like an order but you found yourself eager to obey whatever he would command you.

“Ok.” You agreed before he had you put the flowers and the left over chocolate into your car before he picked you up and had you wrap yourself around him and kissing him again and you were too lost in the kiss to notice you were now flying through the air and in a flash you were in a bright blue beam of light and then you were transported onto the Jika home ship as he flew you through the halls and to his room before he set you down onto your own feet again before he showed you the sculpture he was making out of all your beads and to your astonishment. It was...you. Almost a life size version of yourself with two large gemstones, which looked like glowing sapphires in place of your eyes, but otherwise it was of you. Almost a perfect replica. It was the most amazing thing you had ever seen.

“It’s me.” You realized as you reached out and touched the statue on the cheek noting how he had melted clear class over the surface of the beads so that it was smooth to the touch. The artistry needed to achieve this was greater than any you felt you could ever possess. You...didn’t feel worthy.

“Does it please you?” He asked as he watched you carefully.

“H-how did you do this? How did you make this out of my stupid beads?” You asked as tears rolled down your cheeks as you were in awe of it’s beauty.

“Your beads are not stupid, your beads are magnificent, each one is a work of art, greater than this, because you are magnificent and you take sticks of glass and transform them into little masterpieces all on your own. It seems like such a waste to use them on such a project when each and every single one should be showcased but you inspired me and I wanted to create something for you that would be magnificent enough to be worthy of you and your own magnificence. So I selfishly used your own creation to bring you glory. Would it be better if I tried to make my own beads for the sculpture?” He asked worriedly at the sight of your tears.

“No, it’s just...I will happily make you any and all beads you would ever want, I had no idea you were taking my own work and making it into so much more. Yes, this is magnificent and I am both honored and humbled by the fact that you would put so much effort into such a thing. Why? Why did you make this for me?” You asked as you walked around it, touching the sculpture in reverence and noticed how he had every single detail about you down perfectly. He had every kink in your wavy hair perfectly accurate, he had your height perfect, he had every curve of your body perfect too and he had built you in the black dress you had worn on your date while your face and hair was that of the first time he had met you as you realized he must have made your face first since that was the most done while your limbs were still under construction as you noticed he had his own small mountain of supplies too.

“When Jika meet our Isthantaris, there is a drive in us to make a gift perfect for her, to win her favor. It isn’t done yet, but hopefully when it is finished, you will still like it.” He explained.

“Isthantari? Like a soul mate?” You asked curiously.

“Kind of. In Jika culture, in a royal batch, there is only one future queen and dozens of potential consorts. I did not particularly like the queen from my batch, she was weak and she had the worst personality, she had no creativity and no imagination yet was severe against anyone who did. And even the current queen, who killed the last one, is vicious, remorseless, but stronger than any queen I’ve ever met. She demands respect and loyalty but besides the threat of death, does nothing to earn either despite her high intelligence. The job the former queen gave me pays very well because as a consolation prize for not being a consort which, in of itself is a joke, because while you get to mate with the queen and father offspring, your mind atrophies and you become little more than a drone with genitalia and completely at her mercy, which she has very little of to begin with, if any at all while all of yourself and all of your energies get used up in providing her and caring for her because she is the center of the consorts’ world.” Jinx explained. “But a couple of years ago, my brother grew close to a doctor he was working closely with and he promptly fell in love with her kind heart and he became completely devoted to her and she in turn is just as devoted to him which is a relationship dynamic no Jika could ever hope to dream of. Since then, others from my batch have found others, mostly human women who actually love my brothers for themselves and in turn my brothers refer to them as their very own Isthantaris that they get to keep to themselves and never share with another Jika while the Isthantari’s continue to have their own fulfilling lives and careers. Isthantari is usually reserved for the queen Jika. The English translation of the word means ‘one I am devoted to for life’ and devoted carries with it that you are devoted to them in all and every sense imaginable and that everything you are is devoted to them and the care of them but while we may be totally devoted to the Jika queen, they are never devoted to us. So when I met you, you were a being worthy of such devotion. You’re beautiful, you’re talented and creative even inside the parameters you give yourself. You’re gentle, kind and funny and sweet and your scent is outstanding. Like it’s so much better than any queen I’ve ever encountered and I admit I was extremely pleased to learn that you were single when I searched for you on social media and so I endeavored to try to make a good impression with you and tried to get to know you and make this for you so that I could win your favor and that you would like me.” Jinx admitted.

“Like you? I practically am in love with you at this point.” You confessed and faster than you were ready for he had picked you up again and was kissing you deeply as you wrapped yourself around him as you felt yourself surrender to him.

“Please mate with me,” he pleaded desperately as he tried to slow things down to give you a chance to say no, he just...wasn’t very good at that.

“Hell yeah,” you readily agreed as he used all four hands to undress you before he flew you over to a nest like bed that suddenly appeared out of the floor before he practically pinned you to the bed as his cock appeared from the seam at his base and your eyes widened in excitement and happiness. Oh yeah, this was going to work and you were going to have so much fun.

“Make me your Isthantari.” You purred as his duct seem to pop right out of his collar bone and a mango puree looking substance came out of it.

“What’s that?” You asked as you pointed to it.

“Royal jelly, we make it for the queen to eat while she mates with us,” he explained. “The other Isthantaris say it’s delicious and it’s unique among individuals.” He added hopefully and that was all the invitation you needed to lick it up and your eyes rolled back into your head from pleasure as you moaned loudly. You were not prepared for how god damn fucking good this was. Those chocolate berry baskets at the chocolate shop? Yeah, fuck those, this, oh thiiiiis, was like those baskets, super ripe berries, heavy on the blackberry flavor but with...like wine, like the berries themselves had been also drenched in wine with that divine premium chocolate, like super sweet black berry wine. Lord. Have. Mercy! You were in trouble. Fuck human men at this point, you were jumping hard over the species divide and those other girls were onto something big. Oh god then he entered and you moaned again as you sucked his royal jelly down, wrapping your mouth around the duct and sucking hard because your tongue and your brain was flooded with happiness and your tummy was overjoyed because while too many sweets could give anyone a tummy ache, oh no, your tummy was so happy to receive this and craved more as his touch left you feeling feverish.

His large manhood stretched you full while not being so large so as to be uncomfortable at all, there was a slick substance on the surface that left your womanhood feeling tingly and electric in the best way possible while heightening your own arousal and that bulbous head was rubbing against your G-spot perfectly and your own womanhood was gushing. It was like he was torturing you with sweet pleasure and you couldn’t get enough. You were pretty sure you would die if he stopped now. He rutted into you roughly and fuck all if you didn’t want it as you grinded him and your pelvis met his thrust for thrust and soon you were flirting hard with that knot at the base and you wanted that, all of it, inside you ASAP.

“Please, please, more, I need more, I’m so close, oh my god,” you managed to plead in between sucking down that heavenly and downright addictive royal jelly and panting through your nose as bliss and ecstasy overloaded all your senses. You loved the feel of his weight moving above you and pinning you to the divinely soft bed as one set of hands was scratching deliciously down your back to your waist and then your pelvis, hips and ass as the other set of hands had alternated between tweaking your nipples and squeezing your breasts while stroking down your front to tap your clit or simply try to spread your legs wider so he could get himself into you.

“From now on, you will be my Isthantari, you will never mate with another Jika and you will be mine. All mine.” He growled as he did his best to pop that knot into you and when he managed to finally grab you by the waist and hips and forced you down while thrusting up so hard, your whole body shook in recoil that threatened to break the suction your mouth had on his duct but it was exactly what was needed to finally pop that knot inside, making you cry out in a keening whine through your nose as your mouth was suddenly stuffed as full of royal jelly as your pussy was with his cock and besides the sensation of being stretched and stuffed, which was a tiny twinge of discomfort with the biggest dose of pleasure ever as his arms then wrapped tightly around your body, holding you in place as he emptied himself into you. Himself grunting and growling and snarling from the exertion which was a symphony of music to your ears as you gulped down all the royal jelly until his duct didn’t give anymore and you smiled smugly yourself when you played with the duct with the tip of your tongue which earned a giggle and a shuddering moan from him.

“Careful Love,” he playfully warned you which earned a giggle from you too. “How do you feel? Do you feel ok?” He asked attentively as you felt his antennae tap around your head softly as his hold on you loosened a little while his hands stroked your body lovingly.

“I feel better than I’ve ever felt before. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life too. Yeah, I feel better than ok.” You giggled as you nuzzled into his chest as he pet and ran his fingers through your hair affectionately. If it wouldn’t actually put you or him in danger you might as well put ‘Isthantari Panda’ on your business cards.

When his cock finally started to shrink and the knot receded, did it finally pop out place and a cascade of cum came flowing out of you, you watched it in surprised awe. All that should be hurting, having that much in your womb should have killed you with pain, but you felt nothing of the sort, simply sad that he wasn’t in you.

“No wait, come back, I want more.” You playfully teased as you gestured to his cock because you wanted to go for round two already even though you hadn’t completely come down from your first peak entirely yet.

“Well all you had to do was say so my Isthantari.” Jinx purred before he moved down to kiss you and get you heated up in no time, his fingers dipping side your pussy which threatened you with over-stimulation but fuck all if you didn’t want so much you’d beg for mercy. But you had a very good feeling he would give you anything and everything you could ever ask for, including mercy. After round three did you finally pass out in bliss, staying the night with him in his nest, curled up in his embrace and completely entangled in him as he wrapped you both in a thick blanket which kept you perfectly warm while still also breathing so that your body never felt over heated or suffocated or sweaty.

In the morning, he dressed you in dress made out of his silk which he had died black just for you with a white robe like coat/sweater and even a bra and panties made out of black lace spun from his silk too and despite having no underwire, cradled your breasts perfectly and was the best, most comfortable and breathable lingerie you had ever come possess as he Jinx explained that Isthantaris spent their lives surrounded by their consorts silk and insisted you should do the same and you couldn’t argue with that because was it not only soft but highly fashionable and fit your style perfectly while also fitting your body perfectly because it was literally made for you. He flew you back into work, you got your flowers and chocolate out of your car as he then treated you to breakfast from the cafe near by and he was absolutely doting.

It was a matter of weeks before he moved into your apartment with you, his weapons simply taking up a closet you weren’t using as he continued to spin you custom clothes from his silk, keeping to your either black or white clothing tastes, although that wasn’t to say he also found a way to detail the items with a touch of tasteful splash of golden thread in designs that had you be the envy of everyone who saw you, especially Samantha who was suddenly supremely jealous that not only had your beads become a sudden hit, the sales of them surpassing even her own sales but that they continued to sell out just as fast as you could make them as Jinx continued to buy them and make the sculpture at your apartment, using techniques that Jika tended to use in battle of super heating their weapons so that the ammunition was usually molten materials that melted or disintegrated their enemies and their ships and was one of the many factors in Jika being the most feared and respected armed forces. But instead of destruction, he was using these weapons and techniques for creative purposes and you couldn’t be happier or prouder of the results, just like you couldn’t be happier or prouder of him or your relationship with him and he even used his pay to get you a nicer apartment and he even got you a ‘wedding’ ring, black titanium and a huge white diamond with black and white accent diamonds and because of his interest in your beads meant that the other customers suddenly became interested in your beads too which meant that the price of them could go up since they had become popular and sought after. And now things couldn’t be more perfect, you were gaining recognition and popularity for your talent and passions, you still had a great job and promising career, you had a ‘fiance’ who loved and adored you and treated like a princess and indulged you every chance he got and even the other Isthantari’s were super nice and welcoming and you felt like you were in a secret yet inclusive and welcoming club. Everything was perfect.

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