Chapter 19 #3
“I like what Cielo and I have, but I feel like I’m not doing enough,” I confess. “I talked with Quilliyn the other day at the gym and asked him if there was any way Cielo could see his family, but I don’t think he wanted to get involved.”
Everest scrunches up his nose, swallows thickly, and takes a deep breath.
“What?” I press after a second.
“Fuck. Rathyn is going to kill me if I tell you this, but…” He takes another long breath. “I think I have a way.”
My eyes go wide. “Tell me.”
He drops his voice and scoots the chair as close to the desk as he can manage. “We kind of, sort of, have a secret portal to the Outerlands.”
I stare. “The what?”
“It’s a long string of villages where Cielo is from.
It’s at the base of the singing mountain.
I can’t say the Eretharian word for it because their language is impossible, but it has these caves and the stones, like…
hum, I guess. Anyway, Rathyn and I use the portal when we want to go to Erethar without being noticed by his stupid, fuck-ass superiors. ”
I bite down on both my lips and say nothing. I’m too afraid to ask. Too afraid to hope.
“I could probably let you two use the portal key, but we’ll have to wait until Erethar’s nightfall, and you couldn’t stay long.
And Cielo wouldn’t be able to tell anyone he was there.
Do you,” he stops and clears his throat.
“Do you think it would be too painful for him to be there and stay hidden?”
“I don’t know,” I confess. “I can ask him about it.”
Everest nods. “This is risky. Like, scary risky.”
I bow my head. “Why would you take the chance on him?”
“Because he’s my friend,” Everest says without hesitation. “He’s in this mess because of me. Because I asked him to break the rules to save Rath, who apparently didn’t even need saving. So, if I can give him this, I will.”
I don’t know if Cielo will agree. He’s barely willing to take cum from me now, so I’m not sure he’ll take Everest up on this offer. But it’s worth a shot.
If it’ll ease his pain, even just a little, I will happily accept any and all risk.
“I’ll let you know,” I tell him.
He seems satisfied with that answer and then pulls my notebook toward him. I have a few more Vyastil sex toys sketched, and he turns it from side to side before his eyes go wide.
“Oh. This looks like fun. I really want to try this one.”
I grin at him. “Yeah. I think it will be. And I can’t wait to test them.”
I plan to bring up the secret Erethar portal to Cielo slowly, a nice, gentle approach. We’re sitting on the couch, me drinking tea and Cielo drinking a latte. We’re watching a cooking show, mainly because Cielo wants to learn how to make something other than the mush eyeball soup he made me before.
“Sooooop,” he says and nods toward the TV. “Brooohdeeee wasss wrong.”
I snort and nod, feeling my anxiety well up. He glances at me, and I tell myself to go slow, to approach this with tact, but he must feel my anxiety because his tail curls around my leg, and I can’t hold it in any longer.
“I found out that there’s a secret portal you can use to get into Erethar.”
I bite my bottom lip and feel my nose scrunch. Fuck. That was not at all gentle or slow. But my nerves got the better of me.
Cielo’s eyes narrow, and his head cocks to the side.
“I mean…you know…so you can see your family?” My voice rises to an indiscernible pitch, and Cielo trills in response.
Yeah, not at all a good way to approach this.
“No, Dante,” he says, definitive and assured. It makes my heart dip. “Ruuuless.”
“Yeah, I mean, I get that. But I felt how much you miss them, and if we can sneak you in…Rathyn and Everest use it all the time.”
His tail tightens around me. “No.”
I sigh loudly and sip on my now-lukewarm tea. I can feel something shift in him, anger and then curiosity.
It finally lands on hope. It flares inside of me and blooms like a flower in spring. I gasp, pressing a hand to my chest, and Cielo’s tail loosens around me as I inhale.
“Maybe you could think about it? I mean, there’s a possibility that it could work?”
“No.” This time, he whispers it. This time, his protest is a little less assured, and I wonder if he sits with it long enough, he’ll change his mind.
“Are you mad at me?” I finally ask, and he sets his mug down quickly and pulls mine from my hand. Then he drags me into his lap, my legs straddling his, his tail wrapped around my waist.
“No. Neeever maadd. Nooot at my Dante.”
God, those words are so clear. Maybe not perfect to anyone else listening, but they are to me. It makes my eyes go hot.
With me—maybe a little bit because of me—he’s healing.
I nod and sniffle slightly. His hands come up to cup my cheeks, and I can’t help but lean in and kiss him.
It starts soft and gentle and then turns heated, tongues twisting, our bodies arching against each other.
My hands are in his hair, tugging, his are doing the same, holding my head still so he can shove his tongue down my throat.
“Want to sixty-nine?” I breathe, feeling like I need his cock in my mouth just as much as he needs mine in his.
“Seeexty nihhhne?”
I grin and kiss him once more, grinding our hips together.
“It’s a human thing. Want me to show you?”
He nods and then stands, bringing me to the bedroom. We fall down together, his body cradling mine as I hit the mattress.
“Tellll me,” he says, bracing his arms on either side of my head.
“Clothes off.”
He shucks them easily and then helps me with mine. Within seconds, we’re naked, his cock appearing from his slit, wet and dripping. I want to know what it tastes like. Will I enjoy it as much as a human blow job, or will I like it even more?
I think I’ll like it more. Because he’s Cielo and he’s mine.
He crawls up against me, and his lips hover over mine.
“Mine,” he says softly, clearly. Possessively.
I reach up and cup his cheek. “Yes. Yours.”
We stare at each other for a long, drawn-out moment, and then I add, “Now, lie down on your back.”
He rolls over quickly, and I let out a small laugh at how eager he is. I’ve never had a partner like this before.
I fucking love it.
I let my hand drag up his thigh and feel the soft skin ripple beneath my palm. I love how different it is from my own. He’s perfect.
My fingers curl around his cock and squeeze. He makes a humming sound in the back of his throat as more of his cock appears.
I won’t be able to take much into my mouth, but I still want it. I lean forward and lick a stripe up the wet shaft, and he bucks his hips toward me, a surprised trill coming from his mouth. The taste of him isn’t like any human. It’s sweet, like a fresh-picked, nearly ripe peach.
The taste clings to the back of my throat, and the scent envelopes me. It’s…overwhelming, but I like it, because it’s his.
And whatever is his, is mine.
My tongue laves along his hard length, and Cielo groans, bucking his hips against my face, as if he can’t help it. As if he’s losing control.
“You like that?” I ask, doing it again.
He gives an even louder trilling moan. “Seeexty neeen.”
“Ha, no. Not yet. This is just me licking.”
His eyes widen, and he falls back as I continue to tease him. I can’t wait to suck his dick for real.
And for him to taste mine once more.
My hand goes between my legs, and I jerk myself, working myself into a feral frenzy before turning and straddling his body, my ass toward his face, my own tucked into his groin, my tongue dipping into his slit.
He hums lowly, and his hands curl around my hips, pulling my ass toward him. Then his tongue is pushing inside of me, making me cry out around the tip of his cock. Fuck, this isn’t exactly what I was planning, but then again, I didn’t say anything. Didn’t explain.
Fine by me. Love his tongue all up in me.
I groan and gasp, pulling more of his wet shaft into my mouth, feeling his entire body trembling beneath me. Love that I have this effect on him. That he has this effect on me. I feel my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up, trying not to choke on his enormous cock.
I don’t quite manage. I gurgle around him, spit lining my chin as I bring him into the back of my throat and swallow. His cock pulses in my mouth, those ribbed ridges almost seeming to throb against me. And then I feel the first bit of his release splash against my tongue.
My throat works as I consume his seed. But I know he has more of it.
I want more. I want to drink from him until I pass out.
So I continue to suck, and he continues to shove his tongue in and out of my hole. My orgasm is growing closer. I want him to take from me.
I want it so fucking much.
My mouth pulls off him, and I gasp, the angle making his tongue hit that sensitive part inside of me.
“Suck me. Taste me. Please.”
Cielo pauses a moment, and then his tongue is pulling out of my wet channel, and his hand pulls my cock behind me.
Then I feel it, his tongue and that ring through the middle wrapping around me, swallowing me whole. I cry out, my cock spurting its release at the first pull of his mouth against my sensitive shaft.
I fall onto him, sucking hard, my hand working in tandem, wanting to bring him to release again.
We suck. And suck, our bodies writhing against each other. He feels so good against me, warm and wet.
Then his finger pushes into my hole and rubs against my prostate, and I’m done for.
My cum explodes from me as I slot his cockhead down my throat.
Cielo hums around me as I jerk and shudder above him, and then I feel his own release fill my throat, my stomach.
I consume as much of it as I can before pulling off him and letting it coat my face, my neck, my chest.
By the time he’s done releasing, I fall forward, my chest pulling in lungfuls of air. My hand is still cupping his dick. His finger is still inside of me, pressing against my prostate, pulling whines from my sore throat.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
“Seeexteee neeeeen. I luhvvv.”
I let out a soft laugh and sigh.
“So do I. You taste good.”
I let the tip of my tongue snake out and draw a circle around the middle of his cock.
“Sahmmm. My Dante. Tassste good.”
“Yeah. Fuck me.”
His finger slips out of me, and then I’m twisted around and placed on his chest. I’m a mess, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “No fuck. No oyen.”
I let out another small laugh. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind some more of that herb, but it’s just an expression. Like, fuck me, that was good.”
“Ooooh. Yes. Good.” He holds me tighter against him, his lips moving right beside my ear as he whispers in his sweet, melodic voice in perfect human words, “My Dante. Mine.”
I grin against him and feel myself floating for a minute. Maybe it’s the Vyastil cum in my system. Maybe it’s something else.
But I love it, right here.
Against my monster.