I scowl. “How do you know! You could be wrong. What if I explode before then?”
It is just after breakfast. This evening is impossibly far away. Hours and hours and hours. He can’t possibly expect me to wait such a long, excruciating time?
He grins and ruffles the top of my head, as if I truly am a pet. I want to hate it, but it is touch, and apparently I’m a slut for that.
“I will get you a phone and Luci’s number. You can check your symptoms with him.”
And with that, he strides past me and out of the door without so much as a backwards glance.
Motherfucker.
I glare at the door for a moment before sucking in a breath and walking out of the bedroom and over to the breakfast table. I’m already stuffed, but picking at some more bits and bobs will give me something to do.
I’m despondently eating buttered toast when one of the little goblin dudes sidles up to me and places something on the table right in front of me. I blink at it. Holy shit, is that the latest iPhone? I pick it up. It is indeed the latest iPhone. Fully charged. With two numbers in the contacts. Luci and Tristan’s.
I could spend the day sending Tristan filthy texts. I could distract him and get him really horny. Isn’t that a lovely thought and so very tempting?
I sigh heavily as I decide against it. I don’t feel like pushing him away and acting up. I have no desire to be a brat.
Wow. Did I actually just think that? Did the thought, I don’t want to be a brat, truly just cross my mind? Holy stars, I really must be sick.
I tap on Luci’s name and start my first text. I suppose I should learn more about this vessel stuff since I am inflicted with it, and it is affecting my thought processes.
Look at me, being all responsible. Tristan truly has changed me.
Pleasure is burning through me. Trembling through my muscles and burning through my veins. I moan from the force of it.
What is happening? I was lying in bed playing with my new phone and debating on whether to have a nap, but now… Now I’m naked, face down, with a pillow under my hips…and Tristan’s hot, wet tongue in my ass.
“Dude!” I screech as I lift my head up.
It is dark in the bedroom now. How long was I asleep for? When did Tristan get back? Did he really undress me and stick his tongue in my ass while I was sleeping?
He removes his tongue, and he chuckles, sending puffs of his warm breath to caress my ass.
“Do you wish for me to stop?”
“Did I say that?” I snap.
He laughs again and gets right back to work, diving in deep and forcing a wail from me. My hands grab the furs beneath me and hold on for dear life. Going from sleep to mind-numbing pleasure is quite a ride.
I’m disorientated. Drunk on arousal. My thoughts are helplessly scattered. I am no longer sentient. I am pure instinct and carnality. And I want the man behind me. My desire for him burns. An intense hunger. He needs to fuck me, fill me, claim me. Rut on top of me until we are both grunting, sweating, beasts. No thoughts, only sensations.
A long, keening cry pours out of me as fireworks explode in my mind. My cock is throbbing so hard it hurts.
“Need you!” I gasp.
I want to cum impaled on his cock, not teased by his tongue, though I suppose both would do. One, then the other. But no. I’m hungry for his cock. Starving for it. I might die if he doesn’t give it to me right now.
Thankfully, I think he understands how desperate I am. He moves. His tongue leaves me. Then, warm, viscous, delicious oil is being poured onto my hole. Tristan’s finger gently pushes some into me. It tingles and zings on my sensitive flesh.
Now something blunt and heated is nudging against my entrance. Oh my stars. It is Tristan’s cock. Finally! Yes! Yes,yes!
I’m howling my joy before my mind has processed anything. I’m full. Stuffed. Stretched to near discomfort. Tristan is hot, heavy silk and steel inside me. He slid all the way in with one smooth glide. Spearing me. Making my body a home for his.
I’m spasming and quivering beneath him and around him. All I can feel is him. I’m breathing in his scent. He is everywhere. He is everything. There is nothing else.
“Ready, Little Nisny?” he growls.
