Chapter 9 #2
His eyes darken, and when he speaks, he sounds furious. “Those guys are master liars.”
“Except Q?” I ask, and his face softens. “He seems different.”
“He is.”
“Anyway, I figured if there are going to be Vyastil here living with us on Earth, I might as well start making toys for them, too. I mean, there’s no reason for them not to enjoy that part of the human experience.”
Everest looks startled. “Oh.”
“I, ah…I’ve gotten some help from Cielo,” I tell him. “He let me get a good look at his cock, and—”
“Hold up.” Everest leans forward. “You saw his dick?”
I frown. “Well, yeah. I mean, it took a little coaxing, but—”
“Did he take herbs or something?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Did you?”
I’m starting to feel a little weird under his laser focus. “Just the zitha. If there’s some side effect I should know about…”
“No. No, just…” He sits back and runs a hand down his face. “It’s nothing. Never mind.”
Oh, I’m not about to let that go. “Obviously, it’s not nothing. What is it?”
He rolls his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh.
“It’s just a mark of how repressed the monsters in the capital keep their people, you know?
Rathyn didn’t even realize he could feel pleasure for so fucking long.
It took forever before I got to touch his dick.
And when I licked his cum, he freaked the fuck out, like it was going to kill me.
I was kind of under the impression all Vyastil were like that. ”
Cielo is very clearly different, but saying that might feel like rubbing it in his face, and I don’t want to do that. Everest is my friend.
“Well, apart from that one Vyastil, the clinic stuff is obviously not about sex,” I tell him. “I don’t think I’ve had another monster be interested in anything but cum when I have to do my sessions there.”
Everest’s ears go red again. “Right.”
My eyes widen. “Wait, did you—”
“I mean, that’s how Rathyn and I happened.
He high-key started becoming obsessed with me after our first session, and he started stalking me.
Then he—” He stops abruptly, and I can see him bite the inside of his cheek before he speaks again.
“Anyway, that’s how the contract thing between us came up. ”
There’s more he’s not telling me, but I can see from his face it’s not a subject I should poke at, so I let it go.
“Since you two became a real thing, he is getting pleasure out of it, right? Out of what you do?”
Everest snorts. “Oh yeah. We have a lot of fun. And I think he’d probably be interested in some kind of toy. He likes playing with the ones I have.”
I grin at him. “Are the blow jobs sexier now?”
He bursts into laughter. “Yeah. Sometimes they can feel like a chore. I mean, fifteen a day is a little exhausting, but he has herbs that can help.”
I bite my lip, then ask, “Is that how many Cielo should be having?”
Everest blows out a small puff of air. “I don’t know. I think Rath might be a little greedy. Or spoiled. Or both. Most of the monsters who go to the clinic only get theirs once a day. Maybe twice if they’re super elite. I think Cielo’s probably fine.”
I’m not entirely convinced. Fifteen a day sounds like way more than I can give, but more than two? I can handle that. It would just be a lot easier if Cielo agreed to take it directly from me instead of the bottle.
“It’s hard because he won’t accept it if he thinks it’s from me,” I confess.
Everest’s brows fly up. “Wait. Really?”
I shrug. “He says he’s not allowed to have it at all. I think accepting something from the factory is his compromise, so I’ve been pretending what I’m giving him comes from a delivery service.”
Everest doesn’t look thrilled. “You should tell him the truth. I know it’ll suck if he turns you down, but he deserves to know where it’s coming from.”
Everest is right, and I do kind of feel shitty for the deception, but I didn’t have much choice. Cielo needed to heal, and he was stubborn.
Adorable as fuck, but when he wants to be, he’s unmovable.
“I’ll talk to him soon. Once I’m convinced he’s fully healed,” I say.
Everest nods, resigned. “Yeah. I’d rather have him alive and healthy and a little pissed at the deception than permanently wounded. What they did to him…”
I still don’t know the details, but I don’t think I want to know now. I’m not the violent type, but the creatures who hurt Cielo made me realize I could be.
Easily.
I take a breath and shove that thought out of my mind. I asked Everest here for a reason, and I need to focus on that instead of what I can’t change. “So. If it’s not too weird, can you tell me what you think Rathyn would be interested in when it comes to sex toys?”
Everest’s eyes glint. “Yeah. I can definitely do that. Since it’s for the greater good and all.”
Everest most definitely has ideas about what Rathyn would like, and based on my short experience with Cielo, I have a feeling he’s on to something. I jot everything down, though I’m not quite sure how I can make it all work yet, but I’m going to try.
“Okay, that was amazing, thank you.”
Everest is blushing a little, and he ducks his head. “Sorry if that was too much.”
“Not even a little bit. I think this is going to be good.” I tap my stylus on the tablet, then look back at him. “Would you mind if I sent you some sketches after I get them all drawn out?”
Everest’s shoulders relax a bit, and his face goes soft again. “Hell yes. And I volunteer Rath and me to be your first test subjects when you get a prototype.”
I snort a laugh. Cielo will probably be my first, but Everest and Rathyn will be second on the list. “Absolutely. Now, I need to get to work. I have a mountain of inventory to order before the shop opens, and I have no one to watch the front when I take my lunch to check on Cielo, so—”
“Hey, if you need some part-time help, I’m available.”
I freeze, and my stomach twists. I’ve been wanting help forever, but the cost… “Really?”
He shrugs. “I mean, my resume is literally a freaking hot dog stand, so if you’re looking for someone with experience, I’m not your guy.
But it does get a little boring at the Foundry when Rathyn has to go to Erethar.
And I don’t think he’ll pitch a fit if I’m working here with you.
And I can do it for free. I’m getting paid a gross amount of money for this companion contract.
I just need something to do so my brain doesn’t atrophy. ”
Oh my god. He can’t be serious. “Shit. I mean, I’d love that since I can’t actually afford to pay anyone. But I also don’t want you to work for nothing.”
He waves his hand at me. “Give me free sex toys, and we’ll call it even.”
I laugh. This all sounds very unethical, but Everest looks thrilled at the possibility, and sex toys are an easy write-off. “Okay. That seems fair. And Rathyn really won’t mind?”
“Nah. He doesn’t feel too weird about you. So long as you don’t, you know, hug me too long or touch me too much while he’s watching.”
“They really like to keep their claws in their humans, don’t they?” I think about how it felt when Cielo’s claws were in me. Fuck, I liked that so much.
Everest rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Literally.”
Don’t I know it. But I’m going to keep that to myself for now.
“Shit, I’d better go. Rathyn is calling,” he says, standing up. “Jesus, keep your fucking tail on,” he adds in a mutter.
I didn’t hear his phone, but maybe it’s on a low vibrate. “Well, come by on Monday,” I tell him. “I can start training you on the register. The rest of the job is easy. Sell sex toys and try to keep the perverts from doing anything gross to the merchandise.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Ew, but it’s better than changing out old hot dog water.”
I’m a saint for not laughing. I really am. I pull Everest into a quick hug, then walk him to the back door and lock it after he’s gone. I feel accomplished. And happy.
I have ideas brewing, a new employee to help with the shop, a better idea about what I can do for the Vyastil, and Cielo waiting for me at home.
Apart from the pain, my life has always been pretty good, but now it’s starting to feel like maybe it can be great.
As much as I’m in a hurry to see Cielo, I find myself in the little shed behind the building during my lunch break. Luca and I put it together after buying the building on clearance the year after I opened the shop.
It’s mostly for storage, but I set up a little table, shelves, and tools that let me make molds for the prototypes I send with Luca to conventions.
Most of them are very rough, but they get the idea across. The ones that run on batteries aren’t functional, but I’ve made plenty of plugs and sleeves that have gotten us contracts, and several of my designs are in shops all over the country.
It’s kind of a point of pride, though the contracts barely cover the cost of production, and I don’t talk about it much. I’m already known as the pink-haired sex-shop guy in town. I’m not ashamed of it. At all. But I’m not sure I want that to be my global reputation.
For now, I sit with the sketchbook I’ve been working on, staring at the vague shape of the sleeve that I think could work for the Vyastil. I haven’t explored everything about Cielo’s body that I’d like to, though I know I have time now.
He’s got a slit where his cock is hidden, and I can’t help but wonder if being fucked there would feel good for him. From the diagrams I’ve studied, they don’t have an asshole like we do. They’re closer to birds in that respect.
But the diagrams don’t talk about erogenous zones either, and Cielo seems to enjoy being touched everywhere.
At the very least, I know he likes having his cock played with, so that’s a good start. I know it’s huge, and I’m not even sure if he showed me all of it, but what I got my hands on had been enough to bring him over the edge.
And I think I have enough silicone to make a couple of larger sleeves that will fit their shape. It would be easier if I were able to take a cast of his cock, but I don’t think we’ve reached the point in our friendship where I can ask him for that.
The thought makes me smile though, because I know he’d do it. He’d get flustered—maybe turned on. He’d be curious and watch with his big, gorgeous rainbow eyes. His hands would touch everything as he learned what I was doing.
He’d be fascinated by it.
And by me.
And I would love every second of it.
My face feels hot as I shape the clay into what I remember holding in my hands, then I dip it into the plaster and wait for it to set. When the mold is finished, I pour in the quick-drying silicone and watch as it begins to harden.
In about a day, it’ll be cured, soft, and pliant—a perfect sleeve for him to fuck.
My mouth goes a little dry as I pull over another container and begin a second one.
Then a third. There are other Vyastil that I know.
Quilliyn would happily test anything I give him, and while Rathyn might turn his nose up at such a human thing, I could probably get Everest to convince him to give it a go.
Plus, I need to pay him for his time, so this is a start.
By the time I’m done, I realize I have to get back to the shop for the afternoon. I have three molds setting, and when they’re ready, I’ll just have to do a little shaping and trimming.
But then…
Then I’ll bring one home and see what Cielo thinks. I have a feeling it’ll go very, very well for me.