Three. The third orgasm tore through me, my whole body seizing. I grabbed something above my head, found the edge of the sleeping platform, held on while my body shook apart. My pussy clenched around his fingers in rhythmic spasms, each contraction sending another wave of pleasure through my core.
He didn't stop.
His tongue circled my clit, sucked it into his mouth, applied pressure that was almost pain and definitely perfection. He sucked hard, then released, then sucked again, creating a rhythm that matched the thrust of his fingers. I could hear the wet sounds of my arousal, the slick evidence of how desperately my body wanted this.
Four. I screamed. The sound echoed off the bone walls, joining the howl of the storm outside.
Five. My legs were shaking so hard I couldn't have stood if I'd wanted to. Each orgasm rolled into the next, no space between them, no time to recover before the next wave hit. I was sobbing now, crying and shaking and begging for something I couldn't articulate.
His fingers curled harder. His tongue pressed flatter against my clit, covering more surface area. He was taking me apart systematically, methodically, with the same precision he used for construction.
Six.
The sixth orgasm was different. Deeper. I felt it in my bones, in my teeth, in every cell of my body. My inner walls clenched so hard that his fingers couldn't move, just pressed against that spot while I convulsed around them. The pleasure was so intenseit was almost pain, overwhelming my nervous system, whiting out my vision and my thoughts and everything except him.
I felt his cock against my leg. Hot and hard and leaking, having emerged from its sheath while he worked me with his mouth. The head pressed against my thigh, slick with preparation fluid, and I knew he was as desperate as I was.
"Please." My voice was wrecked, barely functional. "Please, I need you inside me. Not your fingers. You. I need you to fuck me."
He lifted his head. His mouth was wet with my arousal, glistening in the low light. Those amber eyes watched me with something that might have been satisfaction. Or might have been regret.
"Not yet."
"WHY?" The word tore out of me. "Why not? You want me. I can feel how much you want me. I'm offering myself to you. What more do you want?"
He pulled his fingers from my body, and I felt the loss like a physical wound. Empty. So empty. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate spasms that felt like punishment.
"I want you to understand what you're choosing," he said. "Not just relief. Not just an end to the suffering. I want you to choose me."
"I AM choosing you!"
"No." He stood, his cock still jutting from his body, still hard and ready and denied. "You're choosing relief. You're choosing the end of the tonic's torture. That's not the same thing."
He stepped back. Then further. Put distance between us that felt like miles.
"Three days until the storm passes," he said. "You'll have time to think about what you really want. What you're really asking for."
"I know what I want!" I tried to stand, to go to him, to force him to finish what he'd started. My legs wouldn't hold me. I collapsed back onto the platform, naked and soaked and shaking. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me. I want?—"
"You want me to breed you?"
The word stopped me cold.
Breed. Not fuck. Not satisfy. Breed.
"The tonic isn't just making you aroused," he said. "It's preparing your body to carry offspring. My offspring. When I finally take you, when I finally give you what you're begging for, it won't be casual. It won't be relief. It will be breeding. You'll carry my children, or you'll leave when the portal opens."
He let that sink in.
"That's what you're choosing. That's what 'please' means. Are you ready to choose that? Really choose it? Or are you just desperate for the aching to stop?"
I didn't have an answer. My body screamed yes, take me, breed me, fill me with anything you want as long as you stop this torture. But somewhere underneath the tonic's influence, a small part of my brain had gone still.
Breeding. Offspring. Permanent.
"Think about it," he said. "Three days. When you can tell me you want to be bred, not just fucked, I'll give you everything."
He turned and walked through one of the archways, leaving me alone in the main chamber.
