Chapter 18 #2
The thought of keeping him forever has my cock rippling and releasing. Dante gasps at the sensation, my orgasm rattling my teeth and making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
It is violent, feral, as if I’ve regressed into our ancestors, uncontrolled and wild.
I thrust harder and harder, watching as Dante crests again and again, the two of us caught in a vicious cycle. Our moans and cries surround us, winding around our chests and pulling us together. I am nothing more than a shaking, trembling creature.
When we finally come down from it, my seed completely expelled, I feel weak, but the scent of his cum on his skin is too much to resist. I pull out of him, replacing his gaping, wet hole with my tail once more, and I get to work. I lick and lap at him, tasting the now-cool cum on his body.
It is reminiscent of what he’s been bringing me daily.
Has he—
The thought disappears as he guides my mouth back to his cock.
And once more, I break my oath to myself and to those far superior to me. I suck until the moon is out and Dante is finally relieved from the hold of the herbs.
It is then that I rest my head on his belly and curl up around him, feeling much like I had when I drank that clear liquid earlier.
Drunk on cum. On him.
Yes, that is what this is.
I just hope I don’t get in trouble. But even if I do, it was worth it.
And it kills me to know that it can’t happen again.
My rest has been strange since my banishment.
My fatigue goes deeper than the physical wounds.
It’s a sensation I didn’t fully understand then, and I still don’t, but it’s eased some.
The near-rut Dante sent me into last night is still lingering just under my skin, but I’m sated in ways I didn’t expect.
And I can feel Dante in my head now, more than I could before. There’s an invisible, intangible thing connecting us. It speaks to old songs and legends told in quiet whispers. A state of being that the Vyastil in the capital have spent eons attempting to erase.
I never believed in them until now.
Until I could hear Dante’s thoughts as though they were my own. Until I could answer back to him. Command him. Begin to feel his pleasure as though it belonged to me.
I do not understand it. Dante’s hands, and mouth, and small hole have given me more relief than I thought I could ever have, and I realize that although I should fear the consequences of our actions, I do not.
I wish to see him fat with an egg, though I know that human biology is not wired that way. And I can accept it, but the lingering scent of the oyen on his breath as he exhales against me is a reminder of what we had last night.
Of what I want again.
Of the rules I’ve broken.
It wasn’t just taking him. It was drinking from him. It was ingesting what had been forbidden to me for my entire life. And it’s now knowing and experiencing what human cum does to my kind.
My mind is clear, my tongue loose. I feel safe, and happy, and connected to him in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Wrapping my tail tightly around him, I can’t help but tug him close, and he moans softly before opening one eye and peering up at me. For a moment, there’s only stillness and trepidation.
Will he be angry that the herbs robbed him of his control? Will he hate me for taking advantage of that, even if he knew what he was begging for?
He smiles, and something in my chest settles. “Good morning,” he murmurs. His arms wind around me, and I can feel his small, human cock thicken and press into my hip.
My own twitches inside me, and my mouth goes dry with the desire to suck him again. I violated so many commands, so many rules, and no one broke down our door, so perhaps Quilliyn has been right this entire time.
Perhaps it is something I can indulge in.
The fear keeps me from reaching for him, though. Instead, I kiss his jaw, lips soft and swollen.
“My Dante,” I say in my head, testing the connection.
He jolts, and his voice floods my mind. “Cielo.” Pushing up on his elbow, he traces a finger down my temple before it travels lower, tangling in my hair. “You heard that, right?”
I nod.
“Is that…I mean…” He licks his lips, and I want to follow the wet path with my own tongue. “That’s not something all Vyastil can do, is it?”
I shake my head. Swallowing heavily, I test the human words silently before I speak them.
“No. Ssspecial.” They are not perfect, but they are far easier than they have been.
I prefer to speak with my hands. The human languages are difficult and so different from our songs, but it is nice to be understood.
Dante lowers himself back down against me, his ear pressed to my chest. I know he’s listening to the beat of my hearts. His fingers drum out their rhythm against my ribs. “Last night.”
He doesn’t say anything after that.
“Ssorryyy,” I tell him.
He pushes up abruptly and stares at me. “For what?”
“Break rrrulllsss.” I take another breath. “Hurttt you.”
His eyes narrow, and he shakes his head.
“No. You didn’t hurt me. Fuck the rules.
And fuck the monsters who made them. You deserve better than that.
I want you to take what I can give you. I know it helps.
” He touches the corner of my mouth, and I lick his fingers playfully.
His eyes go alight. He is so, so beautiful. “I won’t tell if you don’t, okay?”
As much as my training tells me to decline, my instinct says he’s mine. That his cum is mine.
“It is,” he answers me. I hadn’t meant to send that thought to him, and perhaps he hears that one, too, because he laughs softly and flops back down on me. “That’s going to take some getting used to. But I kind of like it. It’s way better than texting.”
I have still not mastered that method of communication.
Dante stretches after a moment, reminding me of a xelshe with their long legs and elongated spines. He does not seem to be in pain, and a little probing into his head allows me to feel that the herbs he ingested did aid in relieving him of his agony.
I cup his cheek and draw him in for a kiss, which he gives eagerly, though he pulls back after a moment with a soft groan. His cock is harder against me, and I can smell cum leaking from the tip.
“Will you suck me?”
I inhale sharply.
“Please. I have to go to work, and I want to know you’re taken care of before I do.”
He rolls over and takes me with him, my larger body hovering over his, claws digging into the mattress as I stare down at his eager face. Perhaps it would be easier to put up a fight if he didn’t desire this so much, but I can feel his hunger for my mouth.
“Dante,” I murmur.
His fingers touch my lips. “Love the way you say my name.”
My tongue flickers out, wrapping around his fingers, tasting the echo of his release and mine from last night. I hum softly in pleasure as I allow myself to slide down his body until my knees hit the floor.
With firm hands, I pull him to the edge of the bed and spread his legs, staring down where he is hard and eager for me. I ghost a touch up his length, and his cock twitches.
For me. That is for me.
“Please,” he whispers.
The idea that he would beg for me to taste him—to drink him—still sends my head spinning. And I cannot deny him anymore. Not my Dante.
My lips part, and my tongue curls around him, taking him into my throat with a single swallow. Instinct guides me, my fingers on one hand toy with his small testicles, the others touching his ass.
His hole is still slightly slick and loose from where I had taken him, and I retract my claws before slipping two fingers inside. He spasms around me, crying out softly as I suck him harder, pulling his orgasm to the surface.
I feel his pleasure move between us—not just in the way he moves or the way his skin heats, but also in the connection we share. His ecstasy is mine now, and I curl my tongue around him as my tail lifts and strokes up his thigh.
“Oh fuck. Cielo, fuck fuck,” he gasps.
I take him deeper into my throat, allowing my tongue to milk him, and it’s not long before he begins to tremble. His release is near, and I draw in a breath just in time for him to let go.
He shoots down my throat in hot pulsing ropes, and I drink and drink until there’s nothing left but tiny, pulsing spurts from his slit. Pulling off, I lick him clean, then stare up into his feverish eyes.
He leans up on his elbow and meets my gaze, one weak hand moving down to touch my jaw. “Do you want me to get you off?”
It takes me a moment to understand what he means by that, and I smile. A fang pokes into my lower lip as I shake my head. “No. You perrfffect.”
“Hardly,” he says, flopping back down. His hands make grabby motions until I slide over him again, and I give him some of my weight. He sighs as though my touch brings him comfort. “I don’t want to go in today.”
“Do not,” I tell him in my mind.
He laughs. “I don’t have a choice, baby. I’d love to stay here all day and let you suck me and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name, but I have bills to pay.”
I have never wished to be like Rathyn before. Not once. Not even with the privilege of comfortable housing and wealth to live without worry. Not until now. Not until I realize I cannot give Dante what he deserves.
I do my best to hide that thought from him as I peel myself away, and I extend two hands, helping him to his feet.
“I’m going to cook for us tonight,” Dante says as he stretches again. I love watching his body move. He’s not as graceful as the Vyastil, but I love how different humans are from us. “I’ll swing by the store when I’m done with work, okay?”
I nod.
“Oh, and your room is done.”
For a moment, I bristle. He’s been working on his spare room, as he calls it. A space that would be my own, but I do not want space from my Dante.
I must have thought that a little too loud because Dante laughs again and takes me by the hips, pulling me close. His soft, tender human fingers dig into my skin, and he leans forward, pressing a kiss over my left heart.