In the end, I feel the knot begin to shrink, to ease.
It comes with a sense of near disappointment. I want to keep him, I want more, but maybe for a first knot it cannot last longer?
Eliano slowly collapses onto me.
His wet, sweaty body rests against my wet back, his damp cheek pressed to mine.
We must be disgusting, sticky with sweat and cum, but I do not care. I still pant, trying to regain balance in my body, trying to recover the old version of Salt who had no idea what sex, pleasure, or bliss even was.
Those damned two voices are back.
The old Salt’s voice yells at me from the edges of my mind, trying to pull me back to the state where my escape plan from the island was still my top priority, not falling apart in a cascade of breeding orgasms.
Yes. My plan.Remember it, Salt?
But the other Salt’s voice, the treacherous one who has been soaring through pink clouds for the last long minutes on waves of orgasms, is growing stronger inside me, and he is starting to demand that I do something unthinkable.
What?
Tell Eliano everything!
Pull him in. Ask for his help. Do it together.
I drift in and out for a while, falling asleep and waking again, Eliano still sprawled over me even though his knot has fully receded.
Eventually he rolls off to the side with a wet, obscene sound. Our bodies were literally stuck together.
And then I remember that in two days I have an appointment with Dr. Lee.
A sudden idea hits me.
"Turn the condom inside out and pour everything back into me."
"What?" Eliano sounds like a man dragged out of deep sleep and splashed with cold water.
"Exactly what I said. The doctor needs to find something during the exam."
"Wow," Eliano murmurs sleepily, his hand still resting on my wet back. "You think of everything."
I arch an eyebrow. "I have to, because I don’t feel like being raped by Drax."
It kind of stirs Eliano from his daze. He grits his teeth. "I’d kill him before I let him lay a hand on you."
Silence falls, and I bask in the warm glow that sentence gives me.
Dear Fate, I am a little pathetic, but his protectiveness does something indecent to me. It sparks a mix of rebellion and erotic bliss, something primal, that feeling of being valuable to someone. Wanted. Precious.
Eliano does not need any more convincing. He sits up and slides the condom off his cock.
Then I suddenly ask, "Was it your first knot?"
He makes a snorting sound. "You bet. I told you the truth. I never had sex before."
"How… was it?"
"Oh, such an awful experience."
With a sharp movement, I roll from my stomach onto my side and fix him with a hard stare.
