Chapter 6 #2
I sigh and then rub at my temples some more. The thought of food is making me a little nauseous.
“Dude, honestly, go home. You look really sick. I’ll call Xavy and see if he can come by and help. He does nothing but smoke weed all day anyway, and he is always bored. Bet he wouldn’t mind coming down here and helping out.”
“Call him, and if he can take my shift, I’ll leave.”
“Yes. Come to me.”
I’d roll my eyes, but that would hurt too much. Damn monster is infiltrating my brain and making me ache in all the worst ways. My dick just stopped hurting a few hours ago, and now this. When I see him again, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.
Make him beg for my cock. Make him list why he needs it so badly, and then maybe tease him with the prospect of having me again.
Asshole. It’s what he deserves.
Thankfully, after a small bribe of all-you-can-eat dogs, Xavy agrees to take my shift, and Sai sends me off.
I get into my car and rest my forehead on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath and trying to will the pain away.
It doesn’t work. I need to go home and take a long shower, pop some meds, and try to nap.
Only problem is, I end up at the New Beginnings Clinic instead.
I’d like to blame the Vyastil for this, that he somehow took control of my limbs, but it was all me. My head hurts, and I know he won’t leave me alone without getting what he wants—my cum. And honestly, I’m worn down. I just want some peace.
I want him to get out of my head.
This is the only way. He’s going to keep bothering me until he gets what he wants.
Pushing through the doors, I check in, and the girl behind the counter gasps when she sees my name.
“Oh good. Everest. So glad you’re here.” She sags forward slightly, and I can see relief flicker across her face.
“He keeps bothering you, too?”
“He’s been…very insistent.”
My fingers dig into my temples, and I massage them. Not that it helps. “He’s annoying.”
She huffs a laugh before rolling her lips between her teeth. “He’s not used to being told no, I think.”
“He should be used to it. Just let him know I’m here, and we can get this over with. Maybe then we can both have some peace and quiet.”
She cocks her head, but I don’t explain what’s going on. It’s not something I want to admit. I feel slightly weak that he’s broken through some invisible barrier and can speak to me telepathically.
“I’m here, asshole,” I say in my mind.
The door opens, and a man I don’t recognize calls my name. I follow him back, going through the same rigmarole I usually do, and when I’m finally in the room, wearing the gown, the door closed, I find the headache has let up slightly.
Manipulative creep.
I fold my arms across my chest as I wait for him to appear. I’m not sitting in that chair until he apologizes.
And begs.
I really want him to feel bad about what he did to me this morning.
The door swings open, and the Vyastil appears, his gaze flicking from me to the chair. He’s wearing that thin fabric again. I can see through it, at the piercings he wears.
I avert my gaze to his face and purse my lips, widening my stance.
“You’re late,” he says, and I feel my nostrils flare.
“You’re lucky I’m here at all.”
He tilts his head slightly, and I see his tail wrap around his leg securely.
“Take off the cloak and sit in the chair, human.”
“No.”
His ears flutter, and his skin ripples slightly. “No?”
“Yeah, no. I’m not sitting. You’re not getting anything from me until you apologize for giving me a fucking headache all morning and then maybe, if you beg, you can get on your knees for me.”
He glances at the chair and then flicks his gaze to mine. “I would be on my knees either way.”
“That’s…that’s irrelevant. Just fucking apologize or no dick. No cum.”
He straightens his stance slightly. “You are just as weak as your dick.”
“My dick is not weak.”
He huffs and then glances at me for a long minute. Then his head dips slightly.
“I apologize.”
I’m surprised he caved so easily. My cum must taste really good for some monster commander to give in like that. “Fine, but I’m serious. No more of that shit, okay? No more getting in my head.”
He stiffens. “I cannot promise that. It’s not…something I wanted, but it’s also something I can’t help.”
My heart jumps in my chest. What can that possibly mean? “Was it the herb?”
He stares at me for a long moment, then he turns his gaze away.
I glower and feel my fingers dig into my arms. “Fine. You don’t want to give me answers? Then, I’m leaving. I refuse to live with you in my head all damn day. My mind is a sacred, peaceful place.”
“Is it? I found it quite unpleasant,” he tells me, his voice flippant.
I huff in annoyance. “Whatever, dude. I’m out.” I attempt to approach the door, but before I can take a single step, he has me by the front of the robe.
“Sit. Down.”
Our eyes lock, and I tighten my jaw, shaking my head back and forth. “Make me.”
“Do not tempt me, little human.” He shows me fang, and I shiver all over. He sniffs and looks down to see where I’m tenting the robe.
No, I tell my dick. Don’t you fucking dare. We are not going to be attracted to this.
He bares his fangs a little more. “You are here for me. You will sit, and you will be quiet as I suck you.”
I swallow thickly. “Will you tell me how the fuck you got in my head?”
“No.”
I hold him by the wrist, pry his hand off the robe, and take a step back. “Then I’m out.” I move to step away again, but his tail unravels from his thigh and whips out and around my waist.
It’s heavy, warm, and very obviously a muscle that can move independently. He uses it to drag me close, but not quite touching.
Not yet.
We stand there—me a prisoner of his grasp—then he’s moving me, my feet dragging backward across the floor until I’m pressed against the wall.
I stare up at him, into those rainbow-colored eyes as they lock onto mine. He’s not touching me, apart from his tail, but he’s commanding in a way I didn’t expect.
He means business. But so do I.
Even if my dick is on board with his demands.
“Your cock is hard. Why won’t you let me suck it?”
“Because I want answers.”
He growls from his chest—like a fucking jungle cat—and my dick jumps again. I feel precum beading out, and his nostrils flare, but he doesn’t touch me.
I can’t help but wonder what the fuck he’s waiting for. He has me entirely at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me.
But he doesn’t.
He cocks his head to the side, and his tail releases my waist, curling under the hem of my gown and lifting it slightly.
I let out a surprised breath.
“Have I hurt you?” he asks.
I don’t know how to answer that. I feel…strange. Desperate for his touch—his mouth. But I’m angry at myself for wanting to give in despite not getting the answers I need.
“Speak,” he orders.
I roll my eyes, and he stares at me intently.
“What is the purpose of that face? Of moving your orbs in such a way?” he asks.
“I am angry with you.”
His tail moves my gown up a little more, and his cheeks turn a dark, almost violet color. Is he…embarrassed?
“What do you need from me to get you in the chair?”
He’s so close now that I can almost smell him, something sweet, something I’ve never smelled before.
“Answer my question.”
“No.”
I take a deep breath, then I decide maybe we can work on a compromise. For now. “Fine. Give me your name, then.”
He pauses a moment, and a long finger reaches out and touches my Adam’s apple. It moves under his fingertip, and he wets his lips.
“Humans are so fascinating.”
“Name, or no cum.” I’m sticking to my guns.
His rainbow gaze meets mine. “Rathyn.”
I blink at him as his finger continues to prod my throat, an almost curious touch.
“I’m Everest,” I remind him. “It’s nice to meet you. Again.”
“Say my name, human. I want to hear it on your lips.”
I shouldn’t, but it’s not a terrible request, so I do. I say it once, “Rathyn.” And then again. Slower, letting each syllable roll off my lips. “Ra-thyn.”
He listens to it, his body tense, and then his tail pulls away from me and wraps around his thigh.
“I gave you my name. Now sit.”
“Demanding,” I say, slightly breathless from his touch.
“I cannot help that. This is my nature.”
“Yeah, well, humans are apparently pushovers,” I murmur as I move toward the chair with slow movements, still debating if I should actually sit down or not.
I can feel him watching me, and when I strip my gown off and toss it onto the ground, I hear a low hum coming from deep in his chest. It’s almost like a purr, but it’s melodic, like their music.
He sounds pleased by my decision.
“You need to leave the lady at the front alone, by the way. You’ve been harassing her.”
He pulls out that wooden vial and takes out one of those horrendous leaves that make my balls far too full.
“Oh, hell no.” I shake my head. “Absolutely not. I couldn’t move my fucking legs last time.”
“It gets easier the more your body adapts. You will recover more easily this time, and without it, you cannot produce enough cum for me.”
I scowl at him just as a harsh buzz echoes from the speaker. Before I can react, restraints snap tight around my arms and legs, locking me into the chair.
My cock perks up as he makes his way toward me, sinking down on his knees. He lifts that leaf like an offering, and I glower at it.
“Why do you need so much cum anyway?”
“Does it matter to you, little human? We do. And we offer gifts to your world in exchange for it. What we need and why isn’t necessary information.”
I sigh. He’s not technically wrong, but there’s so much I want to know, and it’s annoying that he can suck my cock without at least telling me something.
His hand cups my jaw, and his thumb caresses my lips until I give in and part them. His eyes are locked on mine as he places the leaf on my tongue, and he watches me as I grimace and swallow.
Bitterness floods my taste buds, and I hear my throat click as I choke it down, waiting for the inevitable.
I can’t take my eyes off him as his ears flick, his gaze traveling from my dripping cock to the flush in my cheeks.
His finger drags along my wet slit, and then he brings it up to his mouth, his tongue lapping at it. The low hum from before swells in the air, and his skin ripples, glinting like a reptile basking in sunlight.
Then his hands move to my legs, and he spreads them.
And as he takes me into his mouth, his tongue wrapped around my cock, my cum exploding out of me at first touch, I hear him in my mind.
“So good, Everest. My little human. You are such a delight.”
Rathyn was right. The ruenox doesn’t make me nearly as incapacitated as I was last time. I can mostly walk out of the building in a straight line. I don’t need to be wheeled into a different room to recover, and I can drive without careening off a bridge or into a building on the way home.
However, the Vyastil didn’t look nearly as capable of walking after he was done with me this time. He sagged slightly to the left, his fingers digging into me as he tried to right himself.
I wonder if my cum is like alcohol. What if he’s getting drunk off it? God, what if doing this for him is contributing to some, like, society-wide addiction?
“You okay?” I managed to ask him before I left, his gaze flicking to mine. His rainbow irises looked slightly hazy.
His eyes carried the same dull glaze humans get when they’ve had one drink too many—hazy, unfocused, and distant.
His body shivered slightly as he pushed himself up, and he stumbled out of the room without answering. He didn’t look at me or insist I come back to see him tomorrow.
Maybe he’s done with me. Maybe he’s had his fill.
I’m slightly bothered by that thought, unsure of what I did wrong.
Maybe he’s tired of the way I pushed him for answers.
He didn’t seem like he didn’t enjoy it. He seemed to get off on the argument and the struggle for power before he got me in the chair. And watching him with cum dribbling down his chin when it was over, the sight was erotic as hell.
In that moment, his gaze locked with mine, and I felt something in my chest.
But now, it’s gone.
Whatever emptiness is left sours my mood, and as I lounge on the couch later that night, I ponder what it will feel like to have a different monster suck my cock.
Will I like it as much?
Will it feel as good?
Will I know his name, too?
My ears buzz, and I hold my breath.
“No other monster will have you, little human. You are mine.”
I startle at first, not expecting him in my head, but it’s an odd, welcome intrusion, even if it makes me roll my eyes.
“Who says I’m theirs?” I ask out loud, thankful Zane wasn’t here to witness this. He would lose his fucking mind if he knew the Vyastil could talk to us like this.
“Me. Rathyn, commander of the Vyastil armies.”
That makes me shiver, to have someone so important want me—or more specifically, my cum—but still, I reply.
“That was a rhetorical question,” I tell him.
No other Vyastil has communicated this way.
At least, not as far as I know, and not with me.
“And just for the record, I could do better than some commander. Maybe I’m vying for the president of the Vyastil.
Or are there princes? Maybe I’ll take one of those.
I always aim higher. Maybe my cum will go for a good price. ”
I hear a cluster of clicking noises, and then his voice resounds in my mind, low and melodic. “No, Everest. Little human. You are mine.”
I feel my heart erupt at that, and the thrum of excitement lights up my veins.
“What if I want to try out my options?”
“Your only option is me. Tomorrow. I will see you again.”
“Yeah, no. I have work. I might not command armies, but I have to pay my bills, and letting you suck me off for fifty bucks a pop isn’t going to keep a roof over my head.”
There’s a beat. Then, “I will build you shelter.”
“Oh my god, stop.” For some reason, I think he means this literally, and the last thing I need in my life is him showing up, trying to build me a hut or whatever they live in. “I don’t need you to do that. I need you to give me some time to recover and go about my life.”
He says nothing, but there’s an acquiescence that I can feel before he exits my mind. I know he’s gone because it’s oddly calm, and that low hum I’ve grown accustomed to when he’s there is absent.
I fall against the couch cushions and pull a pillow over my head, letting out a low, frustrated groan.
Why does the thought that he hasn’t abandoned me make me irresistibly happy?
Why do I like that he wants me so much?
I shouldn’t. I should be upset, but I’m not.
I’m fucking relieved that he still wants me.