Chapter 16
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EVEREST
Rathyn finds me on the bed, sprawled out like a wanton slut, legs spread, my body oiled up. I went a little overboard, but after cleaning myself out, I felt like I should really give it my all.
This isn’t flirtation anymore. This is pure temptation.
He stares at me, his gaze darkening.
“You’re late,” I say, touching my cock languidly, like I have all the time in the world. Truth is, I’m pretty close to the edge.
Thinking of him returning home to me like this was really doing it for me. The anticipation, the wait.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“Tempting you.” I touch the chain that is still attached to my nipples. “Is it working?”
His ears flutter, and he steps toward me. “It is. But I have to wonder, what is it you want?”
“Why do you think I want something?”
“I heard you talking to yourself.”
I sigh and lean up, my lips pursed. “You really need to knock before entering my brain. It’s rude to spy.”
His tail unwraps from around his thigh, and it twines around my ankle, pulling me further down the bed. “The human downstairs said you got a delivery.”
I flush and bite my bottom lip. “I did. I have a proposal.”
His finger trails up the inside of my thigh, his hand engulfing my tight ball sac. “What is your proposal?”
I let out a moan as he rolls them in his palm. “Well, I had this idea.”
“Hm?”
He leans down, and his tongue snakes out, licking up my thigh.
“Oh god, I can’t think when you do that.”
“I will stop when I’m satisfied. I was kept from you for too long, and I still have many blow jobs left.”
“You do, but…” I grab on to his hair and yank him up. His eyes flash. “But I want to try something different with you. And in exchange, I want you to take me back to Erethar, and I want a proper tour. Somewhere the other companions don’t get to go.”
His fingers curl against my thighs, his tail tightening around me. “And what is this thing you propose that is different?”
I find my skin warming. “Well, humans have something called a prostate, and if you massage it while sucking, it can change the consistency of the cum.”
His eyes widen. “And why would I want to change what is perfect?”
“Maybe you think it’s perfect, but it’s not.”
His hum is low and off tune. “And where is this prostate?”
I bite my bottom lip again and spread my legs, lifting my hips slightly. “In my ass.”
He sits up slightly and eyes my spread legs. “In that hole?”
“Yeah. You have to search around for it. I don’t know where it is…”
His voice is slightly low and angry when he asks, “Have you done this before?”
“No. Never. This is new to me.”
“A virgin?”
“Yes.”
He stares at my hole, and I feel it flex under his gaze. What if this is gross to him? What if he doesn’t want to put his finger up there? Oh god, what if this is taboo in their culture and I’ve just suggested something totally offensive?
“I mean, shit, I’m sorry. We don’t have to…”
“My Everest, I will try this in exchange for a small, guarded tour of Erethar.”
My eyes widen, and then I’m pushed back. His tail shoves my leg up to my chest, my hole even more exposed. Then he lifts me slightly, my body scrunched up, my ass on display.
His finger drags up my crack, and it pushes inside.
“Oh god,” I murmur, pain moving through me. “Wait!”
He stops, and I see his eyes meet mine over my spread legs. “It is dry there.”
“Yes, well, I need lube. I bought lube.”
“What is lube?”
My arm flings out, and I grab for the bottles I set near me. I grab one and hand it to him. “Lubrication. You have to use this to get in there.”
He takes the bottle and uncaps it, sniffing at it.
“It is like an oil,” I explain, and his eyes meet mine.
“I shall use this oil then. To make you wet while I hunt for your prostate.”
The way he says that, is like pro-state, and it makes my heart thump awkwardly in my chest.
“This is very slippery,” he says on a low hum. “Like grease.”
And then he squeezes far too much around my hole. It dribbles down my ass and onto my lower back, but all that’s forgotten when his finger swirls around my opening and presses inside.
It’s abrupt, but gentle, and yet my eyes still widen at the feel of it. Foreign, unexpected.
“Oh hell.” I contract around him, and he twists his wrist slightly. His fingers, even with his claws retracted, are long and deft. He slowly slips in, further and further, until he can’t push in anymore.
“Now, where can I find this pro-state?”
“Um,” I moan as he crooks his finger slightly. “I don’t know. It’s a bump somewhere in there, but apparently, I’ll know when you find it. Just…hunt around.”
“I am Rathyn of the Dark Vale. The great and mighty hunter.”
“Oh fuck off, please don’t say that,” I moan as he starts to search.
I lean up and watch as he focuses, his ears drawn slightly, his eyes narrowed as his finger moves along my slippery walls. His mouth is right next to the base of my cock, and I can’t wait for him to wrap his lips around me.
And then suddenly, pleasure shoots through me, my back arching off the bed entirely.
“Oh fuck!”
Rathyn’s eyes meet mine as I let out a labored breath. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. I th-think that was it. Oh god, do it again?”
He presses against it, and I buck my hips up, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. What the fuck is this, and why have I never tried it before?
“My virgin,” he says softly, and then his mouth engulfs my cock. The sensation is almost too much. I won’t last. Which is probably for the best. This is worse than ruenox, or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just different.
“Rath!” I cry out when his finger starts to vibrate against me.
My cock erupts without warning, and he drinks me down, his entire body thrumming as he takes me.
But he doesn’t let up, just continues to press on it.
“Magic,” he says, lifting his mouth off me, cum lining his lips.
“Yes. Oh fuck, but was it good?” I breathe and then moan when my cock jerks in his mouth again.
“Mhm,” he hums and continues to keep me in his mouth, sucking, pressing, milking my prostate until I’m limp and sweating. I can’t take anymore. Apparently, there is such a thing as too much pleasure.
And yet, I don’t stop him. Just let him drink until his cheek is resting against my thigh, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Did it taste different?”
“Yes.”
“Good different?”
“Yes.” He sounds almost drunk. He still hasn’t pulled his finger from me. I don’t ask him to. “I shall drink your pro-state cum again and often, my Everest. You are delicious.”
I huff and my hole contracts around him.
He crooks his finger again, and I gasp.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
A small part of me is afraid Rathyn is going to drink me dry, until I’m nothing more than a husk on his bed, but he relents and gives me the break I need to recoup and get a little protein into my body.
I don’t consume meat because I don’t want to offend him by stuffing my face with eggs and bacon, so I spend the afternoon looking up passable tofu recipes and find one for a stir fry, which comes out amazing.
He wanders into the kitchen as I’m finishing up, his nostrils twitching, and wraps his tail around my waist as he peers down over my shoulder.
“Want to try some?”
He huffs and flicks his ears. “I was present for Cielo’s reaction to your human food.”
I burst into laughter as I grab a plate and tip my little concoction onto a bed of rice. “Yeah, but that was a Pop-Tart. Trust me, that’s all chemicals and bullshit.”
He tips my chin up to look at him. “You would consume that? Why?”
“Because it’s delicious. Because humans have no self-control. But for you, we’ll start slow. You like plant stuff, right? And this is all plant stuff.” Grabbing him by the tail, I watch as his color shifts with pleasure. I tug him along, and he drops into a chair beside me.
“Broccoli,” I tell him, picking up one of the florets with my fingers. I hold it near his mouth, and he leans in and sniffs.
“It smells…strange. Not of the earth.”
“It’s got sauce.” Rolling my eyes, I shove it into my mouth and chew. I got the balance right with the teriyaki and the soy, so it’s not overwhelming. “Trust me?”
He sighs as I pick up another piece, and he sniffs again before opening his mouth and taking the smallest bite off the top.
“You giant baby! You can do better than that.”
His eyes flare, and he understands the challenge and insult because he growls deep in his chest.
“Come on, great and mighty hunter. You can conquer a little piece of stir-fried broccoli after conquering my pro-state.”
With a grimace, he leans forward again, closes his eyes, and gathers the whole thing into his mouth. My fingers included. His tongue swirls around them to gather up the last bit of sauce, then he braces himself like maybe the broccoli contains a bunch of tiny bombs waiting to go off.
I hold my breath and watch.
A beat passes as he chews. Then another. A single eye opens, and he stares at me. “It is not as disgusting as I imagined it would be.”
“I told you.”
“You said it was delicious. It is not,” he says primly, but I see him eyeing my plate, so I spear a bit of the fried tofu and hold it out for him.
He looks offended, and it takes me a second to realize why. Pulling the cube off the fork, he takes it with his tongue again, licking my fingers in the process.
“You’re getting off on this,” I accuse him, using my free hand to shovel my own bite into my mouth.
He blinks. “Getting…off?”
“Yeah. Getting horny. Getting turned on.” He still looks confused. “Feeling the way I feel when I want you to suck me off or play with my ass.”
He turns a deep cerulean and leans forward, a heavy purr rumbling in his throat. “I do not know what you mean.”
“Oh, cute. Now he knows how to play coy.”
He’s clearly fighting off a smile and sits there patiently, waiting for me to offer him another bite. I do, of course. Fuck me, but I’m addicted to him now, and seeing him eat my food off my fingers and enjoying it is…something.
I don’t care that it’s a little game he’s playing.
“This is how humans court one another?” he asks as he takes some of the carrots from my fingers.
My brows fly up. “You don’t know the word horny, but you know the word court. Christ.” I shrug. “And I mean, some people get off on that. You know, like a feeding kink—”
“Kink,” he says slowly.
I don’t point out that what he did to my cock was pretty fucking kinky. “It’s a sex thing. I’ll explain it later. But no, this is not typically how humans court each other.”
He folds his hands under his chin and tilts his head to the side, regarding me. “Explain it.”
“Kink?”
“Courting.”
Thank fuck. I really didn’t want to have to explain golden showers. Setting my fork down, I push my plate away, full as I can be on this rabbit food, and my brow furrows.
“Now, I’m not an expert. I wasn’t allowed to date—or pretty much do anything except go to school and play video games in my room with Zane—up until a couple years ago. So my experience has been rather limited. But humans are pretty simple. We find someone we like, we flirt—”
Rathyn does that slow, one-eyed blink at me again, and I hold back a laugh.
“Exactly. We compliment each other—”
“Your cock is small but very well made,” he says.
“Oh my god,” I groan, throwing my hands over my face. “We try not to insult them in the process.”
“Demonstrate,” he demands.
I drop my hands and lean toward him. “You have gorgeous eyes. They’re like endless pools. I could get lost in them for hours.”
“You cannot enter my eyes.”
I pray to whatever god is listening for more patience. This time, I stand up and walk over, straddling his lap. He lets out a purr of contentment as his tail wraps around me.
I need to think like a monster.
Like a Vyastil.
“Your fangs are sharp and terrifying. You’re strong, beautiful, and wise.” His purring rumble increases. “You have gorgeous hair, perfect claws, and you make me want to bow at your feet—”
I don’t really have much more I can say. I’m really winging it, but it clearly worked because he slams his mouth over mine, his tongue tangling around my own as he kisses the breath from me.
His claws appear, pricking into my back as he pulls me as close as he can.
For a moment, I think it’ll never end, that this kiss is endless.
But then he pulls back so I can breathe, small puffs of air hitting him in the face.
“You liked that, huh?”
He nods, then suddenly his whole body goes tense. “You speak this way to others?” His voice is layered with a growl.
I place one hand on his jaw, stroking his velvet-soft skin. “No. I’ve never said that to anyone else. I think I might have complimented a woman’s hair before, and her smile. I’ve had sex.”
He growls louder.
“It was before you, and it never really meant anything. I didn’t know what I was looking for.”
“You have found me, and that is enough.” He lifts me, hands holding my ass, carrying me like I weigh nothing, and breezes past my room to deposit me on the bed.
“You need more cum again?”
“I need to remind you that you are mine,” he says, gripping the chain between my nipples and tugging just enough to make them ache.
“Trust me, I’m not forgetting anytime soon.” Not that I want to stop him. I’m hard as a rock and ready for another go.
He lowers his head, then licks over my nipples, then up my neck before shoving his tongue into my mouth again. “I will make sure,” he murmurs.
Well…
I’m not going to argue with that.