Chapter 13 #4
And this time, he doesn’t slide down my throat.
Instead, we spend long minutes with our tongues tangled around each other.
And as we suck and bite, my fingers find his, and I lift his hands to touch me.
I bring them up to my face, and I feel the way his skin slides against mine as he cradles my head in his hands.
His kissing grows deeper then, like he’s slowly losing control.
I urge him on, wanting to see him fall apart, wanting to see him completely undone for me.
I want him bare and panting. I want him to give in to his pleasure.
But he suddenly rips his mouth from mine, and that’s when I feel it. His cock against mine.
Our eyes clash, his grip tightening against my face, his skin rippling with barely contained tension. “Everest,” he gasps.
“Don’t go. Please don’t go,” I beg. And he doesn’t. “It feels good, right?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, and my legs tighten around him to hold him in place. He shifts restlessly against me, and in that moment, I feel more of his cock emerge.
Fuck, it feels so good. So warm against mine, even with the fabric covering it. “You’re not used to this, are you? Feeling good?”
He swallows heavily. “No.”
Silence stretches between us, and I know that I’m taking a huge risk, but I can’t help but ask, “Can I touch you?”
His ears flutter, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
“And by ‘touch you,’” I clarify, “I mean your cock?”
The muscles of his arms strain, and he takes a long time to finally answer me. “We do not let anyone touch our cocks. They are for breeding, and I am not a breeder.”
“Yeah, but that’s with another Vyastil. I’m a human. Your human. And I think you’ll like it.” I drag my hand up his spine, and he shivers slightly. “Maybe even more than kissing.” When he says nothing, I add, “Life is all about new experiences, Rath. Let yourself have this.”
He huffs and frowns. “Life is about surviving conflicts, not creating new experiences.”
I sigh and then stare at him intently. “Alright, fine. If you really don’t want this, we can stop. I don’t want you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
He hesitates a moment, weighing his options. “If I do this, will you take ruenox?”
I make a face. “All you think about is cum, don’t you?”
His tail slides between my legs and tugs on my balls, and I let out a small yelp as his eyes twinkle. “And you only think about my cock.”
For a moment, I thought maybe I was going too far, trying to get him to do this with me, but I can see now he’s feeling playful. So, maybe I’m on to something.
I smile back at him. “I’m just interested in it. It’s all tucked away and hidden. It’s like a sexy secret.”
“Your curiosity will harm you one day.”
“Nah, I have you to protect me.”
His ears flutter at that, and his tail curls around my leg tightly. “Yes.”
“Is that a yes to touching your cock or protecting me?”
“Both.”
My heart races in my chest at that. “Oh, okay. I didn’t think you’d say that. But listen, if you hate it, just tell me to stop, and I will. I promise I won’t argue.”
He dips his head and then stares down at me. “I…I don’t know how to do this. What do I do?”
My heart twists in my chest. His inexperience is pretty on par with my own when it comes to touching dicks, but pleasure is something I know plenty about, and it kills me to think he hasn’t allowed himself any of it for so long.
I sit up a little and shift to the side. “You can lie on your back, and I can do all the work.”
He cocks his head slightly, and then we’re rolling, my body pulled on top of his. His tail is still wrapped around me, and my legs are straddling his.
“I do not need humans to do work for me. I can do it myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, big man. I get it. You’re strong and don’t need me.”
His eyes narrow. “Untrue. I have made it perfectly clear, my little human, how very much I need you.”
I know he means my cum, but honestly, in this moment, I don’t care. He looks gorgeous beneath me, his rainbow eyes are illuminated with something I can’t quite place. Apprehension, maybe? Or eagerness.
Either way, I want him naked. I want to see everything. And I want him to enjoy every second of what I have to give.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, my finger curling around the hem of his robe.
He stares down at my finger, and he dips his chin again.
“All of it?” I add.
He nods again, and I shift slightly, my hands dragging the silky fabric off him. His chest is completely exposed now, showing off his pierced nipples and the one through the skin of his abdomen.
My hands splay across his chest, and I feel the thrum beneath my palms, feeling the beating hearts before I drag my fingertips down to the slip of fabric covering his cock.
I peer down at him, and I see the way his eyes flash.
“Still okay?”
“Yes.”
With a flick of my wrist, I pull the fabric down, exposing his unsheathed cock.
It’s wet, naturally lubricated, and it’s not soft, but also not hard.
At least, not the way I get hard. I touched it before, but now I get to see it.
It’s large and thick. Its head is blunt, with heavy spiraling ridges of skin that corkscrew down to the base of him.
I don’t see his balls, but I assume they’re inside the slit his cock has appeared through.
“How cool. Do you naturally lubricate?”
“Yes. It is…convenient for breeding.”
“And for other things.” I stare down at it and then let my finger slide up one of the ridges.
His hum is low, deep from his throat, and his fingers fist the sheets around him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Feel weird?”
He growls softly as I do it again, and I decide that he has no idea what to do with this sensation.
I take it slow, letting my fingers explore slowly, gently, before wrapping my hand around him. When I do this, the fabric beneath him tears, his tail tightening around me. I hesitate a moment, making sure he isn’t going to ask me to stop before letting my hand slide down his wet length.
It hits his groin, my knuckle catching on his slit before letting my fist drag up his dick. My wrist twists around his blunt cockhead, and that’s when I see the first spurt of cum trickle from his dick.
“It’s not white.”
“No.”
“It’s clear.”
“Mm.”
I let my thumb slide through it, feeling the way it’s slippery against my skin. It’s slightly sticky, and my tongue flicks out, tempted to taste it.
“Is this safe for me to lick you?”
His ears flutter, his eyes landing on my finger. “I do not know.”
Of course not. They don’t do this, so it’s very likely they have no idea what the effect of their own semen has on humans.
As I explore, I hear the fabric tearing a little more, and I realize he’s barely holding it together.
“Want me to stop?”
His body vibrates, and he shakes his head. “No. Keep going. I will endure.”
I huff a laugh. “God, way to make it sound sexy. You shouldn’t have to endure it, Rath. If it doesn’t feel good, I’ll stop.”
“No,” he says in a desperate rush. “No. Do not stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“This is just…new,” he murmurs. “I am a…virgin.”
Oh, I like the sound of that. My hand wraps around him once more, my other resting on his thumping hearts. “Alright. And when you finish, you can suck me off. Thirteen more times.”
His fangs appear as I start to stroke, my eyes never leaving his face, watching every movement he makes, the bunch of his forehead, the flutter of his eyelashes, the way his ears flick. I’m not sure if he’s enjoying it, but he’s also not telling me to stop. And his cock is leaking like a faucet.
The song his throat is making is growing louder, too. Not in a dangerous way, but something I’ve never heard before. Something sensual, almost needy.
His fingers dig into the mattress, and I hear another rip, realizing that he’s tearing into the mattress padding.
I tighten my grip on him, and his mouth parts, and then, on an off-key shout, the raised flesh of his vibrating cock thickens, and his cum spurts from him. It coats my hand and his stomach.
Puddles of it.
It’s endless.
His entire body shakes as his hands tear at the mattress. The leg his tail is wrapped around is numb from lack of blood flow, but I can’t do anything except sit there and watch.
And a short forever later, when he comes down from it, he sags against the bed, his eyes closed.
“You dead?” I ask, still holding on to him.
An eye peers open. “We do not die from breeding.”
I huff, and my hand pulls away from him. “Well, either way, that was a lot of cum.”
He nods. “It is to fertilize the egg.”
The way he says egg tells me it’s not like the eggs inside human ovaries. It sounds like…like an egg egg.
“I don’t know if I want to know right now, but I will have questions about this egg thing.”
I slide off him and then turn to look at him. He’s watching me intently.
“Don’t worry,” I say when his brow furrows in concern, “I’m not leaving you. I’m gonna wash my hands, and then I’ll take your slutty herb and let you suck me off.”
I don’t even bother shutting the door as I place my hands under the cool water and meet my gaze in the mirror. My eyes slip to the piercings in my nipples, and my cheeks flush.
“Who are you?” I whisper to myself.
I don’t know if I know anymore.
All I know is I belong to a monster now.