Chapter 12 #2
I stare down at the white box. I know what a phone is. I have seen Everest use one, but his looks nothing like this. Perhaps it is a different sort. I turn it in my hand, then place it up to my ear, but I hear nothing.
He laughs. “No, no. That’s the box. The phone is inside. Come on. I’ll show you.”
When we get inside his warm apartment, I shrug off my pink jacket and set it on the back of the couch like he does with his coats.
Dante takes the box from me and opens it, revealing a metallic stone. I know most humans use these. I just never thought I’d be gifted one.
But Dante is doing that for me now.
Just like he gifted me his hole yesterday, and his tongue, and the taste of his cum….
His cheeks flush, as if he’s remembering the same thing I am. He quite liked it, what I did to him. And I did as well. He tasted like mine.
“Here,” he says, clearing his throat and holding the phone out to me. “I set it up. My phone number is in there, and so is Everest’s. Oh, and I added Gia, Amara, and Luca. You can add your gym friends to it, and I’m sure Q has a number which I should probably get, too.”
I do not like that he wishes to exchange numbers with Quilliyn. I do not know what this feeling means, but it’s hot and ugly, sitting in my chest.
I do not ask, though, as I’m too distracted by the way he’s bending over to look in his satchel. I want to tear those pants from his body and stick my tongue inside of him again.
He peers over his shoulder at me, and I can hear the soft puffs of his breath.
“Danteee.”
“Cielo,” he replies, and then something cracks, and I’m on him.
I’m unable to stop myself, and from the way he gasps and clings, it’s clear he does not want me to cease. He moans as I shred the clothes from his body, and the way his round bottom arches out, his hands clawing at the table he’s bent over, is too tempting for me to ever want to let go.
I fall to my knees in worship, much like we do on Erethar, only this time I am here to worship at the altar of Dante.
I spread his cheeks and lick at him, hearing those sweet moans he makes. They are for me, and only me. He is mine.
It spurs me on, pushing my tongue deep within him.
I am not allowed to drink his cum, but I can do this.
I can make those sounds of pleasure come from his throat, from his soul.
It makes my cockhead appear between my legs.
I want to feel myself expel, but I will not.
Not tonight. I have taken too much from Dante already.
Instead, my eyes close as I succumb to the ecstasy of this ritual, making sure not to pierce his skin with my claws.
I lose track of time, feeling his rim contracting around my tongue until his small cock spills between his legs.
The scent is intoxicating. I want to drag my tongue along it like he asked me to earlier, to consume it.
But I do not. I keep my tongue inside of his tight hole until he tells me to stop.
“Cielo, oh my god. Hold on. Oh fuck,” he murmurs, arching his hips forward, my tongue slipping from him. “Shit. Your phone is ringing.”
I pull back suddenly, feeling slightly unstable, trying to remember where I am.
My phone is pressed into my palm, and I scowl down at it, offended that this thing would interrupt such a precious moment.
Dante laughs and presses the round button on the screen. It changes color, and I see Everest on the other side of the screen.
“Oh my god! It worked.” He turns slightly, “Rath, look. It’s Cielo.”
“I do not care to see him.”
Dante huffs a laugh and walks crooked to the kitchen, where he grabs a towel and quickly wipes up the mess he made.
It is tragic that this is being disposed of.
I should not make him cum without consuming it.
But even though Quilliyn said I should—that I do not need to listen to what my jailors said—I do not feel I am worthy of it.
“Why do you look like that?” Everest asks, facing me once more. “Oh my god, were you…were you two…” He slaps a hand over his mouth.
“We were done,” Dante says, sounding happy, which in turn makes me happy.
“Congrats? We’re saying congrats, right?”
I nod, but I feel a small prickle of fear knowing that Rathyn is aware of this information. I am not meant to find joy in this punishment.
But his face appears in the screen again beside Everest’s, and his gaze meets mine. “I am pleased for you,” he says in Eretharian. “You deserve some peace. And human cum brings great peace.”
I bow my head as I feel Dante’s arm cinch around my waist. “Thank you.” I do not tell him that I am still not consuming cum from my human.
Everest’s face fills the screen again, and his eyes are soft. “You look good.”
“Thannnnk you,” I say.
He brightens. “Your English sounds amazing, too! Have you been practicing?”
“Prraccccctssss.”
He laughs. “Yeah, awesome. Anyway, I’m glad you have a phone now. We can text. Dante can show you how,” he says when I frown in confusion. “And selfies. Send me selfies when you’re bored! Oh, and I can send you—”
“My Everest, those are photographs for my eyes only,” Rathyn growls.
“Oh my god, relax. I’m not going to send him a dick pic.
Jesus.” He smiles back at me, and I don’t ask what any of those words mean.
“Dante will help you figure it all out. I, uh…” He goes quiet, and for a second, his face looks sad.
“I’ve been worried. I know your injuries are still healing, but I just…
I want you to know you can be happy here. And safe.”
Unthinking, I lift Dante’s hand from my waist and press the back of it to my lips in a kiss. I very much like kissing all the parts of him. “Saaaafffe,” I murmur.
Everest sighs. “Yeah. And happy,” he repeats again.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, but I’m still too afraid to say that word aloud.
“Anyway, I’ll let you two get back to, ah, whatever you were doing. See you later, Dante!”
“Bye!” Dante pulls his hand from mine and hits a red button on the screen, and the image fades to black. I stare down at the device, still having no idea how to use it, but Dante pulls it from my fingers and sets it down. “I can show you later. I’m, ah…I’m not feeling so hot right now.”
The moment he says it, I can sense it. It’s like an irritated pulse under my skin, firing along my nerves. But I know it’s not my pain.
It’s his.
I don’t know how I can feel it, but I don’t wish to worry about it now. I turn to him and pull him against my chest and allow my thrymm to rumble from my chest into his.
Dante sags in my arms, and I lift him, then carry him into his bedroom and lay him on the bed. He attempts to smile, but the pain is written all over his face as he curls on his side.
“I’m fine,” he says. I make an annoyed noise at the lie, and he gives me a strained laugh. “Okay, okay. I’ll be fine in a bit. Just come purr all over me. Or maybe you can make me some tea?”
The zitha. I lean down to kiss his forehead, then lope to the kitchen, where I find the collection of herbs Everest and Rathyn left behind.
I don’t bother looking at what else Everest left behind; the only thing that matters is the healing herb, and unfortunately, it’s running low now. From my use, and now from Dante’s.
Normally, I would go through the portal and procure some for him, but I am no longer allowed. The ache settles in my chest as I select a large, full leaf and stare down at it.
The last time, I made a tea out of it, but it will be more effective like this. I carry it back to the bedroom where he’s waiting, unmoving, exactly how I left him.
He groans as I crouch on the floor beside the mattress, and I stroke a touch down his jaw as I wait for him to look at me. “Danteeee,” I hum.
His eyes peel open, and he blinks at me. “That was fast.” I hold up the herb, and he bites his lip for a second. “Everest said it’s better in a tea. Should I risk this? What if it tastes bad?”
I shake my head, then carefully stick out the very tip of my tongue, set the herb on it. It begins to dissolve, but not before I take him by the chin and slip my tongue into his mouth.
The herb transfers, and he swallows before kissing me deeper, sucking on me until it’s gone. I pull back, and his eyes widen. I can see the moment it begins to take full effect.
“Okay, this is wild. I can’t even feel the ache in my feet from working all day.”
“Mm,” I murmur.
He opens his arms, takes my wrists, and rolls over so I’m forced to crawl on top of him. The claws in my feet dig into the mattress as I steady myself and prevent him from taking any of my weight.
The zitha can heal, but in his case, it only numbs the pain. It will be back, and I don’t want him to hurt worse when it leaves his system.
Pushing up on his elbows, Dante meets my gaze. “Can I ask you something?” When I nod, he adds, “Do you like me?”
I frown in confusion. Am I not obvious? Am I not trying hard enough? “Like you,” I say, then press a finger against his fragile human sternum.
He flops back and puts two hands on my chest, over the beat of my hearts. “And you like what we do? Because I need you to know if you ever want to stop, we can. You don’t have to do anything with me. You will always have a home here. You will always be safe. Okay?”
Something warm flutters in my chest, then spreads to my limbs, and I drop down, kissing him deep. I can’t help it. Images of me and him flood my brain, of what we have done, what we will do. My fingers inside of his hole, my cock inside of him.
My mouth around his dick, sucking him dry.
That last one cannot happen. I cannot risk being dragged back to the depths of Erethar and away from him.
But it is a fantasy I will allow myself to have for now.
“Mmmmore,” I grunt as his hands begin to trail over my body.
He laughs softly, then does exactly as I ask, pulling me closer, his fingers making something deep inside of me throb and come to life, like the budding of the genytal flower. The way it arches up, its petals unfurling in the sunlight.
It is beautiful to watch. Is this what I look like? I know that is what Dante looks like beneath me.
He tilts his head away slightly and inhales deeply. His cheeks are pretty pink, and his lips are swollen from my mouth on his.
I find that I like the way he looks like this as well.
He is so beautiful.
“Fuck, I have something I’ve been working on. You wanna try it?”
I nod, feeling the thickness of his cock against my stomach. It is small but mighty. I enjoy it a lot. My own is appearing from its slit, ready to expel its seed.
“I got a prototype of…well, let me show you.”
He pushes at my chest, and I move away from him, feeling slightly colder at his absence, but he is not gone long.
He disappears into that cluttered room and reappears a moment later with something in his hand.
“I made this at work. I think it should fit.”
I stare at the see-through item. It is a long tube, but it’s thicker at the top and narrows at the base.
“It’s a…masturbation sleeve like the one I showed you before. But they obviously don’t make these for Vyastil, so…I did.” He holds it up, and I stare at it. “Do you know what masturbation is?”
I shake my head, and he bites his bottom lip.
I would like to bite it, too, but he’s sinking to his knees in front of me, and my tail instinctively curls around his waist. He doesn’t complain about it, and instead, he knee-walks closer.
“If you show me your cock, I can show you what this can do.”
My head tilts, and I spread my legs a little more, allowing my dick to appear. It is easy when Dante is so close.
Dante’s mouth parts, and he exhales shakily. I think this means he likes what he sees.
And I know he does because he says, “Fuck, I like that. You’re so hot. All those ridges in my ass…”
My ears flutter at the compliment, and the thought that one day his tiny hole could take my large cock, excites me. It makes me feel that telltale tingling I get before my rut. I don’t know if it is possible, but I’m sure Everest will know. I will have to ask.
When I’m mostly exposed, he lifts a trembling hand and meets my gaze.
“I’m going to put this on you. I promise it will feel good.”
“Yessss.”
His eyes move back to my dick, and a moment later, the sleeve glides onto me. My claws come out at the sensation of being squeezed like that.
“Do you like it?” he asks when the head of my dick is through the opening.
“Yessss,” I choke out, my eyes closing tight.
“I love that you’re naturally lubricating. It’s so hot.”
He twists his wrist and then pulls it almost all the way off me, making my hips arch up off the bed, a trill picking up in the back of my throat.
“Shit, you like that?”
“Yes!” I say in Eretharian. I look at him, taking in the sight of him on his knees before me, his hand shuttling that thing slowly over my cock.
It’s making everything inside of me malfunction.
My ears are fluttering, my tail tightening and loosening, my claws popping in and out from the tips of my fingers.
“God, so hot…can I…I want to kiss you.”
That will only make it better.
I nod, and he crawls up onto my lap, his legs on either side of my thighs as he continues to work that tight sleeve up and down my shaft. It is making me wild, making something inside of me start to crack.
My hands move to his waist, a growl stirring in my throat. I do not want to hurt him, but I want him closer.
I pull him in, our lips connecting, and he does not stop his assault on my tender dick. He moves the sleeve up and down until I am shaking and I can’t see straight. Our tongues tangle, like the vines that crawl up the side of the castle. He tastes sweet like the nectar from the segyn plants.
My tongue snakes farther down his throat, making him swallow around me.
I want to take him, to make him mine.
It is almost too much. He’s too hard to resist.
He’s moaning now, his hips arching with each thrust of his hand down my dick, and I am mindless with it all. He is perfect.
He is mine.
When I come, it is on a cry, my entire body tensing as waves of ecstasy pulse through me. My release is endless, my seed spilling out of me in streams, and when I come down from it, I see that I have made a mess of Dante.
It is all over him, his thighs, his hands, his stomach.
He stares down at it, too, his fingers touching my cum. “Holy fuck. I take it you liked that?”
I manage a small nod, my throat suddenly dry.
“Well, I may need to clean up, and you know…get off. Again. Jesus. That was so hot.”
“Yes. Geeebuz.”
He lets out a loud laugh.
“Yeah, close enough. I’m gonna go clean this toy and change my clothes. Don’t move.”
I listen to my Dante, not moving a muscle and falling asleep while I wait for him to return.