Chapter 7 #3
“Why me? Like, besides my cum. Or is it just my cum?”
“Why does it need to be more?”
“Because it is more. It’s…intimate,” I say, throwing my hands up and almost knocking him back from me. “It’s one thing to sit strapped to a chair once a week, and it’s quite another to be your personal, I don’t know, cum factory.”
“Intimate,” he echoes. Of all the words to focus on, of course it’s that one. “Humans are so focused on…intimacy. We do not have this word on Erethar.”
“Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you guys?” Rathyn says nothing, and I roll my eyes.
“Okay, whatever.” Everything in me tells me to fight, but I’m always fighting, damn it.
And I’m tired. And frankly, I don’t want another monster to touch me, just like I don’t want another human to touch him.
So, okay, it won’t be intimate for him. It won’t be the same. It’s clear he enjoys my taste, even if he’s not getting off. So…fuck, why not? What’s the worst that will happen if I give in?
“Fine. I guess you can suck my dick. I did come all this way.”
“For tonight, or…”
“It—” I stammer. God, he’s going to make me say it, isn’t he? “We can have the…arrangement or whatever.”
“You will be mine. Say it,” he commands. And then those words echo in my head in his voice. “Say it.”
I take a breath. “I’ll be yours. And you won’t have any other humans. Promise me.”
“A vow I can easily make,” he says, then presses his fingers to my lips, then to the center of my chest. It’s a strange gesture, and I can tell it means something. “As you are mine, I am yours.”
“Then it’s done. We…we can do this…”
His ears flutter in pleasure, and his tail starts to unwrap from me, but then I stop him.
“But,” I add before he gets too comfortable, and he rears back, his ears flicking in irritation, “only if you let me kiss you when you’re done.”
His eyes flash, the colors flaring like a sudden spark across a prism. “I don’t know what a kiss is.”
I’m feeling brave, like some kind of master negotiator. My hands reach out, and I touch his arms, dragging my fingers up his smooth skin. It ripples under my touch, and a low hum is emitted from him.
I’d be a liar if I said my cock wouldn’t get hard from this alone, but it’s been tenting my pants since he wrapped his tail around me in the car.
“I’ll show you when we’re done. Now get on your knees and give me what I came for.”
“Humans don’t tell us what to do,” he says. “I’m the commander of the armies of Erethar.”
“So the fuck what, Rath? On your knees and suck.”
He hesitates a moment but does as I say, falling to his knees, his fingers pulling my pants down, tearing them slightly in the process.
I gasp as his mouth falls onto me, his tongue winding around my hard length.
My hands are free to touch, no longer constrained to the chair.
They slide brazenly through his hair, loosening it from its confines.
His hum grows louder as my nails scrape his scalp, his sucks growing harder, longer.
I don’t know what overtakes me, but I stroke my fingers across his ears, and his entire body shakes.
The sight of him coming undone has me making noises I didn’t know I could make.
The feel of him, sucking, hollowing out his cheeks, his tongue piercings rubbing me just the right way, the way one of his hands is rolling my balls in his palm.
I come on a shout. He swallows me down as I shake from the intensity of it. My neck pops, and I feel slightly lightheaded from it.
Fuck, I needed that.
It seems I needed him.
My eyes flick down to where he’s kneeling before me, his eyes glancing up to meet mine. My cock is still in his mouth, a bit of cum sitting on the side of his lips. I let a finger slide through the mess, feeling where we’re joined.
His eyes close for a moment, and then he pulls off and stands up, his tongue sliding out and licking up the mess I made.
It leaves his thin, wet lips waiting for me.
To meet my own.
To give him his first human kiss—something he clearly doesn’t understand.
I don’t know why I suggested this, but I did. And now I have to follow through.
“A kiss, Everest, and then you will take a ruenox and stay with me until I’ve gotten my fill.”
“Fine, asshole.”
I reach out and pull him closer. He’s so big, so warm. My hand moves up his chest, feeling the thundering of his heart, or maybe two hearts, beneath my palm. Either way, it’s moving quickly, harshly, and when I wrap my hands around the nape of his neck, his entire body is vibrating.
I pull him down, closer, his lips hovering right over mine.
His eyes don’t close, and so I don’t let mine flutter shut, either. I just watch as our breath mingles and my lips touch his. A gentle caress, simple, nothing salacious or overdone.
His body ripples, and his hands move up to clasp my shoulders, his fingers digging into me. My cock, which was flaccid a moment ago, grows at the feel of him resting his mouth on mine.
It’s far more intimate than I expected.
And it’s obviously something he’s not used to because he’s not quite sure what to do.
But that can wait. I can teach him all about kissing, the different ways, another time. I don’t want to overwhelm him.
He may not even like this. I don’t want to force him to do something he’s not into.
I pull away, and I see his rainbow-colored eyes have turned a deep purple.
“That’s a kiss?” he asks, his body still vibrating.
“Yes. Well, there’s more, and different kinds, but yeah. That’s a kiss.”
His lips roll between his teeth, and I see his sharp fangs for a flash before they disappear.
“I would like to be taught more about a kiss.”
I feel myself blushing, and then I’m being picked up from the floor, and he’s walking me back to another part of the house.
“But first, Everest, my little human, I suck.”