“Fuck!” Jude shouts, pulling out with a wet noise. “I don’t want to come already…”
I frown, disappointed. “Just come,” I breathe out. “I want to taste you…” As if my life depends on it.
The inside of my underwear is already a mess. The side effect of being a horny mutant sharing DNA with an eel-like old god.
I reach for him with my tongue again, but he grabs my chin with two fingers.
“No,” he says. “I want to taste you, too. Your… liquid. How does it taste?”
“The lubricant?”
“Fuck yes.”
A few of my partners were grossed out by it. They never dared say it out loud, but I could feel it and smell their anxiousness. I stopped letting them give me blowjobs.
I look up. “Are you sure?”
“I want to come with my face and body wet from you. I want you to dirty me thoroughly,” he says.
There is no hesitation or shame on his face. Only lust.
I get to my feet at the speed of light and run to the hut. Jude’s laugh follows me inside. I come back out with the blankets and lay them on the sand near the fire.
“Get naked, now,” I growl, gesturing to the blankets.
Jude’s eyes flash with something close to indignation and a challenge. “Make me,” he says.
Very well.
I sweep him off his feet and drop him on the blanket. He resists half-heartedly as I pull his pants all the way down, then his shirt over his head. I’m starting to understand that Jude likes to be in control to a certain degree, just for it to be taken away from him on the first occasion. He loves for sex to be a fight. A clash of wills.
And apparently, it works for me.
I get to my feet and stand above him. I make sure to keep eye-contact as I take my own clothes off. The tip of my cock shines with lubricant. Jude looks beautiful in his eagerness, naked under me.
I get a hold of my erection and jerk it once. A few drops fall on Jude’s chest, and he gasps. The smell of his arousal wafts around us. There is still no trace of anxiety. He digs his nails into my calf, urging me to come closer.
I kneel over him, just as he did that first night. In a heartbeat, he’s all over me. Faithful to his earlier declaration, he rubs his face on my cock, smearing lubricant all over his cheeks and lips. He licks a few drops and moans. The contrast of my dark tip against his pink lips plays with my sanity.
“Why the hell does it taste sweet?” he asks, eyes glassy.
To balance with the rest of me, bitter to the core, I almost say. But I don’t want to cast a shadow over what we’re doing.
My dark veins snake over my entire body, eager to let my iron-thick blood conduct electricity. Some primal part of me—the monster—knows that he could just stun his prey and have his way with him. Thankfully, the human part has enough power over my being to know that it would be too fucked up, even for me. Never in a million years would I want to inflict that on Jude. Not after he’s finally trusted me with his body. Not after my history with Helios.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t play with it.
“Do you know why my blood is so dark?” I ask him, sliding my thumb between his lips.
Jude bites my finger, and I pull out, smiling.
“Tell me,” he says.
“Because it has more iron than normal blood, making it the perfect conduit for my electricity.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Which allows me to do this.”
