Chapter 17
seventeen
EVEREST
Rathyn is obsessed with my prostate. And I am obsessed with his obsession with that little sensitive spot inside of me. I thought the blow jobs were good, but this is better.
Fifteen blow jobs a day are still a lot, but fuck, I have to admit I look forward to each one.
Two days later, and I’m still just as consumed.
“I’m reminding you that you promised me a tour of Erethar,” I say, my knees tucked up against my chest, Rathyn’s tongue twisted around my cock, his finger up my ass.
He’s really gotten the hang of it, the way he teases an orgasm out of me. He carries lube around with him all the time, in some secret pouch in his robe. He calls it grease, which makes it lose its appeal, but I appreciate the effort. Just like I appreciate the effort he’s making in getting me off.
His mouth comes off me, and he fingers me softly, making my eyes cross. “I will take you, my Everest, soon. We can discuss after my fifteen cum deposits today.”
When he puts it like that. Jesus.
We’re only on number seven. I may not make it to fifteen. I should take the ruenox, but if I do, I may not have the stamina to go to Erethar.
“How about one more, and then you take me? You promised.”
“Fifteen, my human.” And I know he won’t budge. He can get stubborn sometimes.
Or maybe he’s avoiding taking me to Erethar again.
That bothers me more than it should. It bothers me a lot because to me, a promise is a promise.
He sucks me back into his mouth, doing things with his tongue that I’m sure are illegal in more conservative states. And my mind focuses only on the pleasure he’s giving me and nothing else.
The promise of a little trip to Erethar to explore is gone for the moment, just like all my brain cells when he gets his mouth on me.
“Oh god,” I murmur as my orgasm is wrenched from me, my back arching up, my rim contracting around his finger. He swallows me down, a low hum emanating from his throat. And then he leans against my thigh, my hands threading through his hair. He likes this, the touching right after.
He likes the kissing beforehand.
His finger crooks and presses against my prostate once more, my cock giving a valiant jerk when he does. A little more cum pulses out, and his tongue licks it up.
“That was perfect.”
He’s in my head again, but I don’t mind it as much anymore. It can be invasive, but I also find it comforting. To know someone can understand what you’re thinking without having to tell them is amazing.
It’s also annoying some days, but wonderful when I don’t want to search for words.
“Come up here and snuggle,” I say, tugging on his hair gently.
He slides up to me, and I nuzzle into him, wrapping my leg around him and pulling our bodies together. He’s not naked for this. He rarely is, but I do like it when I can see his body.
“You need to find out if I can suck your cock,” I say, my forehead nuzzling right under his neck, that place where he almost purrs.
“I do not know who to ask about this.”
“I dunno, we should get your cum tested or something, make sure it’s not toxic so I can return the favor.”
My hand snakes down his chest, right to his groin. He lets me slip a finger through his slit, feeling the tip of his cockhead when I do. It’s wet, leaking, and I wonder why it hasn’t fully emerged yet, but I don’t ask.
I just want to know more about him, and I wonder why we haven’t been given any of the answers. Or perhaps the government just doesn’t know. I know Zane mentioned there being very little testing done on the Vyastil, so maybe they just don’t have the information to give us.
“I think it would be safer for you not to suck.”
“Yeah, but I want to try it. You liked the hand job, right?”
He’s silent for a moment and then hums. “I did.”
I peer up at him, our eyes meeting. I can tell he doesn’t want to discuss his own pleasure anymore, so I let it go. For now. “So seriously, Rath, when are you going to take me back to your place? You said soon, and it’s been forever.”
His ears flutter, and I feel his skin pulse. I’m not sure if he’s unhappy about me pushing the issue.
“Is that a no?”
He still says nothing.
I roll my eyes and try to pull away, but his arms tighten around me.
“It is not safe,” he blurts when he has me against his chest.
“Bullshit. You took me before. You just don’t want me to go again for some reason. You’re not telling me why, and I don’t like it. I don’t like being shut out. It’s too much like growing up and not being allowed to choose what’s right for me.”
His tail wraps around my thigh and tightens. When he offers me nothing else, I sigh loudly.
“Whatever. It’s fine.”
I try to put it out of my mind, but it’s not something I’m going to be able to give up.
“Hello, Cielo,” I say the following day as I make myself a cup of coffee with the new espresso machine Rath got me. I think he’s trying to bribe me into not mentioning traveling to Erethar again.
I appreciate the sentiment, even if I’m still pissed at him for not doing what he promised.
“Want a cup of coffee?” I hold out my mug, and he stares at it.
“Cufffffeeeee,” he says, his teeth bared slightly as he tries to get the word out. My lips twitch slightly as I step toward him, holding my cup out.
“Try it. You might like.”
He sniffs at it, and then his tongue lolls out and flicks through the foam on top. His eyes widen slightly, his ears fluttering.
“Good, right?” I hold out the mug to him, and his long fingers wrap around it, then I turn back to the machine to make another. “That has vanilla, espresso, and milk. I hope you can drink milk.”
I turn to look at him and see a thin ring of foam around his mouth, the mug completely empty.
“Shit. Well, I guess we will find out.”
“Meeeelkk?”
I let out a small laugh. “Makes sense why you’d like milk. It’s the same color as cum and kind of the same consistency.”
I make him another and then finally settle down with my latte, my robe pulled tightly around me as Cielo stares down into his now-empty mug.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He peers up at me and nods, a bit of froth still on his upper lip.
“Is your world safe? Because Rathyn keeps saying it’s not, and he won’t take me there again.”
Cielo blinks at me.
“It doesn’t matter. I mean, it does, but fuck, he’s being cagey.”
Cielo stares at me but says nothing.
“He told me we’d go again once he got his blow jobs, and he’s not following through on his promise.”
I watch as Cielo’s tongue falls out of his mouth again and he laps at the inside of the mug. It makes my lips curl up at the corners.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter. You wanna go out? Get out of this place? Rath isn’t going to be home for a while anyway.” Cielo glances up at me. I pull the mug from his hand, and his lips turn down slightly. “Come on. No more milk. Let’s go shopping.”
He nods and stands up, towering over me.
“Let me change. Give me ten.”
When we finally stride from The Foundry, the sun is high in the sky. It’s cold, so I wrap my jacket around me as I pull up a rideshare on my phone.
“We’re going to call a car.” He cocks his head at me, and I add, “I’m not using the service here. They’ll report back to Rath, and honestly, he’s not open with me, so why should I be with him? Plus, he can always just go into my brain and ask me where I am.”
Cielo’s eyes widen at that, and I feel my cheeks flush. That might have been a secret. I don’t know. I’m really not sure I know much anymore, but I should probably stop telling other people about it.
I peer down at my phone and see that a driver is nearby, and a moment later, the car pulls up to the curb. The woman behind the wheel eyes Cielo, who stares at the small backseat.
“Can we move this seat up a little? I don’t know if he’ll fit.”
The woman purses her lips. “Sure can, honey. But next time, hire a larger car.”
I roll my eyes when she’s not looking and watch as Cielo folds his lithe body behind the passenger seat. His knees almost hit his chin, and the driver glowers at him.
“Seatbelt on, honey. You’ll become a projectile if I get into an accident.”
His skin darkens slightly, and he fumbles with the strap.
I bite back another laugh as I help him buckle in, the seatbelt stretched to its limit as we head toward the small collection of boutique shops on the other end of town.
I haven’t been here for ages. I used to wander around here a few years ago, but I never had any money to afford the stuff behind the glass.
Now, though, I do have money. Not that I’m going to buy anything, but it’s nice to know I can afford something if I want it.
My eyes swivel to Cielo, and I watch as he stares out the window at the passing cars and buildings. His tail is wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Maybe we should get you something to wear, too. A nice human outfit.”
The woman meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. “He’d look nice in pastels. He’s got that pretty blue skin that would complement it.”
Cielo’s ears flutter at that. “Yeah, I think so, too.”
His sharp fangs poke out, and he says softly, “Pahhhhhstillll.”
“Yeah, pastel. I’ll show you what that is.”
The woman drops us off at the curb right near the coffee shop, and Cielo stares up at it longingly.
“God, I mean, another? Are you sure? You’re not like gassy or anything?”
“Gassssss?”
“Okay, yeah, I guess not. Let’s go.”
I link my arm through his. He stiffens at the contact, but I ignore it. There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s the human way between friends. Rath can fucking deal, and I will not let him pull off Cielo’s arm. No matter what.