Chapter 19
nineteen
EVEREST
“What is this?” Rathyn says when I step from the bathroom.
I feel slightly out of my element with something cupping my cock and another thing up my ass, but I was determined after he burst into the apartment, making demands and accusing me of wanting to mate with someone else.
“It’s my armor.”
His gaze flits to the cock cage, and his tail flicks out, wrapping around my leg and pulling me a little closer. That touch lights something up inside of me.
“Why do you need armor? You are not a warrior. You are far too weak.”
I scowl up at him. “Fuck you.”
His finger reaches out as if to touch the cage, but I slap his hand away, unsure if I want my dick getting hard while trapped in this metal thing. “How do you release it?” he asks.
I hold up the key, and his gaze flicks toward it.
“I would like to free your small cock from this cage.”
I sigh and turn away from him. It’s then that he sees the plug inside of me. “There’s no way you’re getting near my dick when you insult it like that. It’s not small.”
“It is very small right now.”
“Yeah, because it’s soft and in a cage.”
“Why would a human do this?”
“It’s a kink.”
His tongue peeks out. “Yes, you have said this word before. But you never explained what is the kink.”
I stare at him as his hand reaches out to touch the plug, but I whip around, not letting him near that either. I’m already turned on. I don’t need his hands on me, making me weak and pliable. I need to resist, even if it’s just for a short while.
“A kink is a sexual interest or preference for something not standard.”
“Standard?”
“Yeah, like missionary or whatever.” His head cocks, and I sigh. “Hm, well, you do know what sex is, right? Cock in hole?”
“I do.”
“Then a kink is something outside the norm. Like spanking.”
His ears flutter, and then he points to my cock cage. “Do I spank this?”
“No,” I say with a small snort. “This is just like a control, power exchange kind of thing. But listen, I’m not wearing this because it’s a kink I’m into. I’m wearing it because you’re being a butthead.”
His eyes widen, and his ears flutter. “My head is not a butt.”
I snort again, and the laughter jostles the plug slightly, making my cock twitch. “Fuck,” I hiss and straighten up, trying to keep my body from moving.
“You laugh at me. Do you like butt heads?”
“Rath, your head isn’t a butt. It’s a name for someone.”
“It is an unkind name. An insult to my species.”
“Yeah, I…alright. I can see why you think that, but this was more a term of endearment.” He cocks his head, and I reach out, touching his chest slightly. “It means I like you, and sometimes I may call you a silly name.”
A trill moves in the back of his throat. “Like, Small Cock?”
I sigh and step away. “No, not like that at all. Leave the nicknames to me.”
“I will if you take the armor off. I do not like it.”
“Yeah, well, I think you deserve a little punishment for breaking your promise to me. You won’t even discuss the possibility of going back to Erethar.”
He stares long and hard. “And this is why you close up your hole and hide your cock from me?”
Well, when he puts it like that. Kind of makes me feel silly. “Yeah.”
His tail tightens around his thigh. “Fine, we can discuss a trip. But you will not flirt with anyone if we go.”
“Yeah, I don’t really flirt.”
“You wink and that is enough.”
“I won’t wink. I won’t even blink.”
Just to prove to him I can, I stare at him without doing so for such a long time that he jostles me slightly.
“Do not hurt your eyes by being stubborn, human. They are fragile, just like the rest of you.”
I sigh, my eyelids scratching over the dry orbs when I finally lower them. “Yeah, alright. I’ll at least blink.”
He stares at me and then turns, his robe floating behind him as he moves.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To the table where we can discuss removing your armor. We will do this like the Vyastil do.”
“So, what? You don’t stand when you talk?”
“We do, but this is a negotiation.”
I stare at him, and his eyes flick down to my cock cage once more. He pulls out a chair and points to it, and I feel that plug in my ass twitch slightly.
“I can’t sit there with this in me.”
“Your ass is not…soft enough.”
I stare at him. “What is with you and the insults today? Is it because I called you a butthead?”
“No. This is not an insult. It is a fact. Your ass is round and soft. Like a pillow. Perhaps you should take the stick out…”
“It’s not a stick, dude. It’s a plug.”
I turn around so he can see it, spreading my cheeks slightly just to make sure he really understands. He’s silent, and when I turn my gaze over my shoulder, I see his skin rippling, a soft hum moving through his throat.
“Yeah, you like that stick up my ass. But you can’t have that or my cock until you promise—” I stop myself and then shake my head. “No, you did promise, and you’ve been dragging your feet—”
“The Vyastil soldiers never drag feet. We always walk with purpose.”
“Yes, but I mean, you’ve been putting it off. So I want a written contract.”
His gaze slams into mine. “Written?”
“Yes. I’m going to write out an agreement, and we’re both going to sign it.”
His hum grows low and guttural, but I’m determined. I make my way over to the island, searching for some paper, something to write this damn agreement on. The only thing I find is a receipt and a crayon.
“Where did you get this from?” I ask, waving the small purple crayon in the air.
He doesn’t answer, so I don’t push, just start to scribble something out on that worn piece of paper until I’m satisfied with what I’ve written. Then I hold it up and point to it.
“Care to read it?”
He steps toward me and takes it from my hand, squinting down at it.
“Tomorrow I will take you to Erethar. If I don’t…” His voice trails off, and his lips turn down. “If I don’t, you will not give me cum for two days.”
“Yeah. That’s thirty blow jobs.”
“This is not how the Vyastil negotiate.”
“How do you negotiate?”
“We sit and discuss.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s pretty civilized—”
“And if we don’t get what we want, then we take it.”
My eyes widen, and I cock my head. “Dude. That’s not cool. Is that what you’re doing over there in Erethar? Just taking shit from people?”
His tail tightens around his thigh. “It is our land.”
I don’t know much about their world, but I don’t like how that sounds. Sounds a little like colonization. “Yeah, that’s what everyone says, but there’s always another side to the story.”
Rathyn’s hum is angry now, and he takes a step toward me. “Why do you always question me?”
“Because someone needs to.”
He reaches out and pulls me into him, his body shuddering as he holds me close. I feel his tail move up and press against my plug, making me groan slightly.
“You are what the Vyastil call vrothul.”
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
“A child of defiance.”
I roll my eyes, and he tilts my head back. “Maybe the Vyastil need a little more defiance in their lives. You seem to always get what you want.”
He pulls away and stares at the receipt. “Not always. Sometimes we fight, but other times we must agree for the greater good.”
“Alright, well then, let’s agree. Sign the contract or say goodbye to my dick.”
He glances down at it longingly and then meets my gaze once more. “You are not at all like other companions. You are far too strong-willed and stubborn.”
“And you like it. You said so yourself.”
He lets out a low hum. “Unfortunately, I do.”
I huff a small laugh as he takes the receipt and the crayon—almost snapping it in half as he holds it in his strong fingers—and signs the bottom with a slash before I do the same. Then I place it on the fridge where he can see it.
“There. Our contract. Signed in crayon.”
The ridiculousness of it makes me laugh.
“You are happy,” he says as I turn slightly.
“I am.”
“Give me the key now, my Everest. I want to unlock your cock.”
“I think maybe I should make you wait a little more.”
His claws poke out from his fingers, and I feel a rush move through me. “You always make things hard.”
I wink at him, and his skin darkens. “Maybe if you catch me, I’ll let you unlock me.”
I waggle the key in front of him, and his ears flutter, but before he can swipe it from my hand, I bolt toward the bedroom.
He’s caught by surprise, and I hear his feet thumping on the ground as I run, but somehow I’m faster.
Dashing into the room, I shut and lock the door behind me, my heart thumping in excitement, my cock trying to harden but unable to.
I should take some ruenox and wait for him, let him drink his fill before tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even take a larger dose. Reward him for negotiating with me, a human.
“Everest. Open the door,” he says.
“Might have to break it down, babe!”
I move toward the bedside table and pull open the drawer, seeing the small wooden container that the herbs are in.
My hand shakes as I pull it out. A loud thump on the door behind me resounds through the room, and I jump slightly, the container falling onto the ground.
Leaves scatter everywhere, and I scoop them up, the plug pressing against my prostate as I move.
I glance behind me as the pounding grows louder, that low and frustrated hum echoing through the walls.
“I am going to punish you for this, my Everest.”
I shudder, and my cock stiffens slightly, a moan building in the back of my throat.
I take three of the leaves, one a slightly different color than the rest, and shove them in my mouth as the doorframe starts to crack.
My body arches back, pleasure zipping through me as soon as it dissolves on my tongue. The herbs are working, the bitter taste a reminder of what’s to come.
But there’s something else there, too. Something sweet, something different.