Chapter 19 #2
I stare down at the herbs sitting inside the wooden box and notice some that are quite different than the ruenox I’ve come to know. I didn’t have time to analyze the herbs before shoving them in my mouth, and now I realize I must have taken a different one in my haste to ready myself for him.
Suddenly, my body softens, my asshole slackening, and the plug that was securely pressed inside of me slips out. I gasp when it rolls to the floor, sensation bursting through me.
Oh fuck. I did take something else. This is different from the ruenox. Everything feels desperate, tight, wanting.
The door peels open with a crack, Rathyn holding the entire thing in his hand as he steps inside. He tosses it against the wall, and it lands with a crash as he stalks toward me. I’m still on the ground, my ass up, my cock straining against the confines of the cage.
“Rath,” I moan, arching up, needing something I can’t quite comprehend. I’ve never felt anything like this.
My hole contracts around nothing but air, needing to be filled. My balls are hard, ready to explode, ready to be emptied.
Suddenly, I’m pulled up and tossed onto the bed. I scramble up, trying to turn over and offer my ass up to him, something inside of me begging to be filled, but he holds me still. My legs shift restlessly beneath him as he pries the key from my closed palm.
“I will take what is mine,” he says, and within seconds, my cock is free from its confines, and he falls onto it, his tongue winding around the throbbing length, pulling my first orgasm from me within seconds.
But it’s not enough. My hole is empty. It aches.
“Rath,” I moan as I thread my fingers through his hair and tug, but I’m too far down his throat, his esophagus closing around me like a vise as my next orgasm barrels through me.
“Rath!” I shout, but he doesn’t let up, just continues to suck until I’m nearly crying, the need for more almost painful.
“Please!” I sob, and he must hear the desperation in my voice because he pulls off me for a moment, his chin wet with my cum. I can barely breathe from the strength of my orgasms, but it’s not enough.
I need something else. Something more.
“What is it?” he asks, his voice hoarse, his eyes slightly unfocused.
“I’m so empty…” I whine.
He reaches between my legs and rolls my hard balls in his hands.
“They are full.”
“No. No, I…oh fuck, I think I took the wrong herb. I spilled them…”
His fingers tighten around my sac, and I groan as another orgasm spills from my tip. He stares at the cum lining my stomach, and his tongue falls from his mouth, lapping at it as I shudder and shake.
“My hole… My ass…”
He pulls back slightly, and then his eyes move to the small wooden box that I spilled earlier.
“Oh, my Everest, what did you do?”
“I…oh fuck. I took an herb that wasn’t the same as the others. I didn’t have time to think and now…oh god…”
His hum grows lower, and I feel his body vibrate with something I can’t put my finger on.
“You took the mating herb. It is what the females take to open themselves up for breeding.”
I thought he wasn’t chosen for breeding. Why does he have this herb? What the fuck is going on?
“It is given to everyone whether or not they’re chosen to breed.”
He’s reading my mind again.
“Oh god. Is that why…is that why I feel so empty?”
He leans back a little further and presses my knees into my chest, staring at my hole flexing around nothing.
“Yes. Your body wants to be bred.”
“Do it. I can’t fucking stand feeling empty like this.”
His ears flicker, and he shakes his head. “We do not know if it is safe. I do not want you hurt, my Everest.”
I groan as he falls onto me once more, his mouth sucking another orgasm out of me. Only this time, I feel something nudge at my entrance, something thick and bulbous. Not his cock.
His tail.
I gasp as it enters me, filling me, making me moan as it presses against my prostate. And then I’m coming again, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, the pleasure of being taken like this so immense that I nearly cry.
He starts to move, his mouth and tail fucking me in tandem, and I grow wild from it. My legs wrap around his head, holding him to me as I fuck my hips up, the sensation of him sliding in and out of my wet hole making me delirious with need.
“More! More!” I nearly scream as his tail moves in further, my body continuing to open up for him.
A hum moves from his body to mine, and I grab on to his ears, riding him, our bodies a mess of spit and cum. And when I roll us over, my body straddling his, he lets me. My fingers grab on to the headboard as I fuck his face, his tail still inside of me, making me frenzied.
I’m sweating, crying, my body needing more.
I want to be bred. I want his seed to fill me. I want to grow full from it.
I feel the wet brush of his cock against my leg as I move, and I know he likes this as much as I do. That he’s lost control just like me.
When I meet his gaze, he looks half-drunk beneath me, his lips spread wide as he continues to swallow me down.
Everything is shaking, aching with need. I want nothing more than to lean back and sit on his dick. Fuck being safe, fuck all of it. I just want him to fuck me. I want that big, ribbed cock inside of me.
Breeding me.
But a small rational voice tells me not to. I don’t want his cum to melt my insides, so I wisely refrain.
Fuck, but I want it. Want to feel each cord on his cock slipping past my rim, barreling so far inside of me that it feels endless. I gasp when another orgasm is pulled from me, and Rathyn hums around my length as I fill his throat and stomach with my release.
And then another. And another.
When I finally feel myself come down from it all, the herbs wearing off, I sag slightly, my dick still in his mouth, his lips and tongue still working me for more. Greedy as always.
I shake and shiver from the intensity of it, everything sore and tingling with pleasure.
“I think—” my voice is hoarse from screaming, “—I’m done.”
He hums again, and then his mouth slips off me, his eyes slightly glazed, his ears folded slightly.
“Oh god,” I murmur as his tail flicks inside of me, pulling out slowly. My hole aches in the best way, still open and wanting more.
But Rathyn was right to say no to that. We don’t know if it’s safe.
I fall to his side, his leaking cock still pushed from his body. It’s dripping and pulsing slightly.
Something inside of me stirs.
I want to watch him come, want to watch him lose control. My hand reaches between us, and my fingers curl around his length. His eyes flutter slightly, and I rest my head on his chest, hearing the wild thumping of his hearts against my ear.
It doesn’t take long for his release to barrel through him. I hear the high-pitched hum emanate from his body and then a frantic shudder as his cock explodes. His cum splashes onto his chest, hitting my face and mouth. My tongue peeks out, and without thinking, I bring it into my mouth.
It’s an earthy taste, something pleasing to my tongue.
I push more inside, sliding my fingers into my mouth and swallowing it.
And it’s only when I come down from the high of feeling him experience such pleasure that I realize what I did.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur.
“What is wrong, my precious Everest?” he asks, his voice lazy and worn.
I lean up on shaking arms, and his gaze catches on the cum lingering on my face and lips.
“Everest,” he gasps, his body perking up slightly. “Did you drink it?”
“Might have swallowed some,” I rasp, and he’s rolling off the bed, his cock retracting inside of him as he squares his shoulders.
“We must go. Now.”
“Where?”
“To the clinic. To save your life.”
Apparently, there’s a portal that leads directly to the New Beginnings Clinic.
I mean, it makes sense because that’s where they go to feed off us.
Having direct access is a smart move. He tells me this as he stumbles to pull his robe on, but he looks slightly drunk from the amount of cum he drank, so his movements are a little uncoordinated.
“I don’t feel sick or anything,” I say as he stumbles into the wall, losing his footing. If I weren’t so exhausted, it would be funny. “I think I’m okay.”
He freezes, then crowds me back against the mattress and dips his head low, growling, “I will not risk you.”
My heart swells at the tone in his voice. He’s angry—probably at himself, maybe at me a little for being so reckless. And he’s also scared. He also still has cum running down his chest, not even taking the time to wipe it off. There is some lingering on his cheek as well.
I’m too tired to even bother telling him about it.
“I think my legs and arms are numb. I can’t move them,” I say before realizing that was the wrong thing to utter in this situation. He panics slightly, swiftly lifting me up and cradling me in his arms.
I don’t even get a chance to cover up as he walks me out of the apartment and into the hallway. Thankfully, no one is around to see the state of me.
I look absolutely wrecked.
I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling the scent of him, feeling his smooth skin ripple against me as he strides forward. How he can even walk in a straight line after that is beyond me.
I just want to close my eyes and sleep.
“What was that herb called? The one I took? The breeding one?”
His gaze catches on mine and then moves forward once more.
“It is called oyen.”
“Sounds a little like open.”
“Yes. It opens the channel for the females. Their openings are small, and our cocks are large.”
I huff a laugh. “They’re not that big.”
Rathyn stares down at me and nearly runs into someone leaving their apartment.
He doesn’t acknowledge them, just turns a corner and walks faster.
“Yes, my Everest. They are. You have not seen all of mine.” Holy fuck.
“The herb helps us enter them without pain. It seems to have had the same effect on you. On your hole.”
“It did.”
My cock twitches between my legs, and I cover it with a hand. For decency. Even if I don’t care much about that right now. People can see my limp cock for all I care. I just want to sleep.
My eyes close as we near the portal, and a moment later, we’re through it, the dizziness in my head nothing like it was the first time. Maybe because I’m already so worn out.
When we step past the guards on the other end, they startle slightly at the sight of Rathyn holding me.
“We must speak with the doctor,” he says, and the guard just blinks at him and then me.
“I mean, say please, maybe?” I murmur.
Rathyn ignores me. “Doctor. Now.”
“He’s not here. He left for the day.”
Rathyn’s off-key hum hits my ears, and I wince. “Summon him immediately. We need to speak to him. It is an emergency.”
“Not that much of an emergency,” I murmur, but the guard still jolts forward, moving into the main room to place a phone call. Or at least that’s what I assume is going to happen.
I’m too busy dozing in Rath’s arms.
He doesn’t move. He holds me tightly, waiting until he’s satisfied I’m okay. I feel fine, though. It’s the normal amount of tiredness from coming nonstop for an hour.
Finally, I hear a slight commotion and pry my eyes open. A man with glasses and mussed hair appears, pushing his arms through a white lab coat.
“You were far too slow,” Rathyn grumbles, but I hush him when I see the doctor’s annoyed glance.
“I was asleep.”
“Doctors should never sleep. Humans are far too weak.”
I sigh loudly, and Rathyn stares down at me. “You are. Now let him take care of you.”
We’re ushered into a small, cold room. The same kind I sat in when Rathyn appeared and sucked my cock for the first time.
Rathyn steps inside, and the door closes behind us.
“How can I help?” the doctor says.
Rathyn cradles me tightly, his voice rumbling in his throat. Almost like panic. “He drank my cum.”
The doctor stares at him and then at me. “And?”
“We do not know if it has affected him.”
The doctor steps forward. “Is he having an allergic reaction?”
He moves to touch me, but Rathyn moves me out of the way.
The doctor huffs in frustration. “I need to examine him.”
“You will not touch him.”
I make a face and try to wiggle out of Rathyn’s arms, but I’m held too tightly. “Dude. You have to let me go. He just wants to, like, check my heart and shit.”
“I will not let you go. You can examine him from here.”
The doctor opens his mouth to protest, but then shakes his head in resignation. “As you wish.”
I feel the cool compress of the stethoscope on my chest as he tells me to breathe. Then he checks my eyes and ears before meeting Rathyn’s worried stare.
“He doesn’t appear to be having an adverse reaction to your cum.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am and…it’s not usual, but there have been documented cases of human companions consuming Vyastil cum both orally and rectally.”
“Oh shit,” I murmur, biting back a laugh. “You totally could have fucked me then, Rath.”
His hum is low and restrained.
“If he’s not exhibiting any symptoms, then I assume he isn’t allergic to it. You’ll be safe to…resume your activities.”
Rathyn is silent as the doctor makes some notes on his tablet, and then a moment later, he’s out the door, leaving Rathyn and me alone in the cold room.
“See, told you I was fine.”
“Yes, you were right.”
I meet his gaze and cup my ear. “Say that again? I didn’t hear you.”
“You heard me. He just checked your ears.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say with a huff and then snuggle back into him. “Take me home, Rathyn. I want to go to sleep.”
And so he does, this time without any argument. When we’re back in the confines of the apartment, he tucks me into his bed, and this time, I fall asleep in his arms.