Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
HECTO
Smells so good.
Sex.
Sex.
Yes.
“Welcome back to Boatyard. You remember the rules. No phones, no filming, and respect people’s boundaries and limits. Blindfolds are mandatory in blackout rooms. If you are found flaunting the rules, it’s an immediate expulsion, and you will be banned from the establishment. Got it?”
“Sure thing, Frank,” a female voice replied. Hecto wanted to hang around, but the scent of lust coming from beneath the door was too much to resist.
Fuck, Krax. This is where we are meant to be.
Avoiding feet and keeping close to the wall, Hecto moved toward the strong scent.
Release. Pleasure.
Hecto ached.
“I fucking love blackout night. There’s something so fucking freeing about losing your sense of sight. Just touch, taste, and sound.” A groan. “I’m heading into the first room now. Want to come?”
“You don’t attend the Boatyard unless you wanna come, Jake.” Laughter. “I’m gonna grab a drink first. I’ll meet you later?”
Touch. Taste. Sound. Yes.
Hecto followed the movement of the one named Jake, shrinking and attaching to the back of his pants. They were heavy leather, like a demon’s wing.
He stopped, but Hecto was writhing with excitement now. It could taste the lust on the air with its feelers. Sliding under the door, Hecto was swamped in a thick cloud of pheromones, and it almost curled up into a ball just to soak it in.
Sex. Fucking finally.