“Someone drugged you. You aren’t feeling well,” he explained.
“I would feel better if you took care of me,” she said, rubbing her legs together.
“What do you mean?” Kaede asked, afraid to hear the answer. He could smell her arousal in the air and didn’t want to believe what she had been asking him to do this whole time.
“I need to be filled. I need you, Kaede,” she said, yanking his hair.
Kaede fell forward and caught himself before his body crushed her. She used his position to her advantage, wrapping her arms around his head, and bit his neck. He hissed and rolled away, feeling Selena’s fangs ripping away.
“What was that for?” he yelled, getting onto his feet and stepping away from the bed. He could feel his manhood breaking from its sheath as his body temperature rose along with his senses.
“You bit me. I wanted to bite you.” She licked her lips. “Don’t you want me now?”
Kaede shook his head and walked into his bathroom. He needed to get away from her. He didn’t want this—not when she was drugged and didn’t know what she was asking. The Fates were cruel to send her begging for him in this state.
The door slammed shut.
Kaede could feel his core temperature rise as his cock pressed painfully against his armored leggings. He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths, but each one filled his lungs with her needy scent, driving his unknown instincts to take over.
He launched himself to the door and started banging on it.
Selena was on the other side—needing him, wanting him—and he was trapped, unable to capture his prey and satisfy her completely.
“Kaede! Why did you run from me?”
Kaede stopped and watched his drones’ feeds, breathing heavily.
Selena’s cape was on the floor as she was struggling to take off the matching spacesuit his sisters had given her. After a while, she finally succeeded and fell onto his bed, panting. Her long silver hair framed her, making her look like a shining star in the darkness that was his black blanket. Her dark blue-green eyes were unfocused as she trailed her hairless body with her hands.
“Kaede… Why?” she asked, her voice filled with both sadness and confusion.
He growled.
They both needed their release. Why couldn’t they do it together?
He shook his head, and he collapsed his suit, tossing it onto the counter.
No. He would not take advantage of her. He was better than that.
If she wanted him, she would have him when they both weren’t under someone else’s influence and impaired by aphrodisiacs coursing through their veins.
He was better than Prince Zirene. If she wanted to take him, he would allow her but only with a clear mind and no outside pressure.
But he couldn’t ignore his throbbing manhood that refused to go away.
A groan sounded on the other side of the bathroom door. Her scent got heavier in the air.
Kaede closed his eyes and hissed, banging his head against the door.
Selena was on his bed with one hand pinching one of herperky nipples and the other fingering herself. He got weak in the knees from the display and collapsed to the floor, his back hitting the bathroom door.
“Kaede…” she moaned.
Unable to resist, he grabbed his cock—for the first time—feeling it throbbing in his hand as he watched her masturbating on his bed, picturing himself pleasuring her. His cock jumped as shimmery fluid burst all over it. Grunting, he used the liquid as a lubricant, feeling how smooth his hand felt as it rubbed up and down his bumps.
