Keelo
Halley slumps forward, her forehead resting against Eot’s chest. They’re both panting, the last echoes of their sated lust. Whereas my cock won’t stop leaking, even as humiliating heat burns my face. I can hardly believe this is happening. It’s as if Eot’s seen inside my head and has taken control.
I remain perfectly still, and when the sight of them still joined becomes almost too much to bear, I press my eyes closed and breathe through my mouth.
It doesn’t do anything to lessen the repressive scent of sex that perfumes the air around us, but another quick squeeze of the base of my cock postpones me spilling in my breeches.
My entire body shakes.
I force my eyes open.
Halley’s now sprawled over Eot, her back to his front. Eot hooks a hand into the crook of one of her knees and lifts her leg, opening her up for me to see.
“Clean our mate.”
I think he’s trying to sound stern, but the effect is mostly lost as a moan escapes his mouth the moment I lean even closer.
“With your tongue,” he hastily adds. “No other part of you is allowed to touch her.”
I freeze, the significance of this moment not lost on me. He’s giving me the chance to be the first of us to taste her cunt. My tongue will go where his has yet to be. And—oh fek, my aching cock!—it’s his seed I’ll be cleaning up.
I could refuse. I could march straight out of this room. I could demand he never speak to me of such things. Or…
I look to Halley, needing to know this is good with her. She shows me her teeth in that human way of hers that isn’t aggressive but is a demonstration of her happiness. And then she lifts her bent leg an inch higher, granting me permission.
Locking my hands behind my back, I lean forward the rest of the way. I press my chest against the side of the hammock, using it as additional leverage, and I begin to lick her clean.