Daka pulled back in time to collect the last burst on his tongue. He wanted to taste the physical gift along with the vital ardor Wen exuded as he climaxed. Daka stole both into himself, his hunger so satiated this feeding bordered on gluttony. Thoughts of the other man drove him to take more than he needed. Thoughts of the tall, handsome man from the market, who’d led him to a cemetery when Daka had wished for a bed chamber instead.
Daka stopped drawing from Wen before committing any damage. The lad wavered on his feet, but the instability came from lingering euphoria, not because Daka had taken too much of his essence.
Adjusting Wen’s tunic back into place, Daka pressed the pleats over trembling thighs and nudged Wen’s groin one last time with his cheek over the fabric. Wen’s hands were heavy and warm on his shoulders as Daka stood.
With the frenzy of his hunger and the feeding completed, he noticed the faint melodic tones coming from the Golden Jackal. Men’s laughter bellowed outside. Had he really only taken Wen around a corner?Demon’s tongue.They’d been lucky no one had followed.
Daka leaned in, but Wen’s kisses were less enthusiastic in the aftermath, his body loose as pudding. Daka held in a chuckle. He would not want to make Wen self-conscious. Feeding an incubus took a certain stamina Wen had not yet mastered.
“And you?” Wen groped between Daka’s legs where his length hung thick and heavy. “Oh my. Bigger than I’d have thought.” He wrapped Daka’s shaft in a fumbling grip, apparently unaccustomed to a cock that wasn’t his own, and attempted to bring him off.
Daka allowed the novice effort. It was kind of Wen, after all, to offer to reciprocate, however unnecessary. Daka had only mild interest in his own climax tonight. With his belly full of vitae, his lush satisfaction overflowed. He didn’t need to come, though Wen seemed to want him to.
“You don’t have to do this,” said Daka. “My pleasure lies in serving you.”
Wen’s dark eyes widened, eyebrows raised. “You’re quite odd, Daka. I think I like the challenge.”
Grinning, Daka turned to press his back against Wen’s chest. “All right then, if you like. It’ll be easier for you this way.”
Wen’s grip shifted, more natural now, as if he were jerking himself. He found a rhythm and maintained it well enough. His other hand cupped Daka’s pectoral and squeezed. Daka relaxed to enjoy the act. He could not feed from his own ardor, but an orgasm was an orgasm. He wouldn’t say no in the face of such spirited effort.
Facing the alley like this, Daka would see if anyone passed. He imagined the handsome stranger walking by, turning to glance down the side street and catching him exposed as Wen worked him. His jaw would drop. Maybe he’d come closer for a better look. Daka would stare into his eyes as he—
Daka came in Wen’s hand with a ferocity that surprised him. Wen aimed his erection at the street, and the rest of his seed splattered to the dirt at his feet. Daka shuddered, his body a delightful array of tingles. He leaned back against Wen, letting the other man hold him up.
Wen didn’t seem to know what to do with the mess in his palm, so Daka brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Wen let out a low moan.
Daka sucked a finger into his mouth, then released it. “You’ve never done that before, have you?”
A trace of vulnerability found its way into Wen’s tone. “Is it so easy to tell?”
Daka took his own weight and faced him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Wen gave his lips a quick peck. “I’m not bothered. You’re right, I’ve never done that to another man, but I liked it.”
“Good.”
“Definitely worth the quail for me. You?”
Daka laughed. “More than. You can even keep the quail.”
Wen shook his head. “Oh no. You’ve earned it.” Wen flushed. “Or is that rude to say? Since you’re not really a…well, you know.”
“No, not rude.” Daka eyed the bird. “In fact, thank you. I’ll take her. Or him? How does one tell the difference?”
“Her. The females have more meat.”
Daka scooped the pretty brown fowl from the street. “Thank you.”
“It was definitely my pleasure.”
They walked together from the alcove back to the alley where the Golden Jackal buzzed with life. Daka hung by Wen until his unsteady gait grew solid, then they parted with conspiratorial grins.
“Perhaps I shall see you again some night?”
Daka inclined his head. “You never know. Perhaps you shall.” Naukratis wasn’t a huge city, and Wen had been lovely. Daka wouldn’t be opposed to another encounter. Though the man occupying his thoughts wasn’t Wen, but the handsome stranger from the market. He hoped tomorrow night would find him in a more receptive mood.
“Goodnight, Daka. Farewell.”
