I’m too busy dozing in Rath’s arms.
He doesn’t move. He holds me tightly, waiting until he’s satisfied I’m okay. I feel fine, though. It’s the normal amount of tiredness from coming nonstop for an hour.
Finally, I hear a slight commotion and pry my eyes open. A man with glasses and mussed hair appears, pushing his arms through a white lab coat.
“You were far too slow,” Rathyn grumbles, but I hush him when I see the doctor’s annoyed glance.
“I was asleep.”
“Doctors should never sleep. Humans are far too weak.”
I sigh loudly, and Rathyn stares down at me. “You are. Now let him take care of you.”
We’re ushered into a small, cold room. The same kind I sat in when Rathyn appeared and sucked my cock for the first time.
Rathyn steps inside, and the door closes behind us.
“How can I help?” the doctor says.
Rathyn cradles me tightly, his voice rumbling in his throat. Almost like panic. “He drank my cum.”
The doctor stares at him and then at me. “And?”
“We do not know if it has affected him.”
The doctor steps forward. “Is he having an allergic reaction?”
He moves to touch me, but Rathyn moves me out of the way.
The doctor huffs in frustration. “I need to examine him.”
“You will not touch him.”
I make a face and try to wiggle out of Rathyn’s arms, but I’m held too tightly. “Dude. You have to let me go. He just wants to, like, check my heart and shit.”
“I will not let you go. You can examine him from here.”
The doctor opens his mouth to protest, but then shakes his head in resignation. “As you wish.”
I feel the cool compress of the stethoscope on my chest as he tells me to breathe. Then he checks my eyes and ears before meeting Rathyn’s worried stare.
“He doesn’t appear to be having an adverse reaction to your cum.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am and…it’s not usual, but there have been documented cases of human companions consuming Vyastil cum both orally and rectally.”
“Oh shit,” I murmur, biting back a laugh. “You totally could have fucked me then, Rath.”
His hum is low and restrained.
“If he’s not exhibiting any symptoms, then I assume he isn’t allergic to it. You’ll be safe to…resume your activities.”
Rathyn is silent as the doctor makes some notes on his tablet, and then a moment later, he’s out the door, leaving Rathyn and me alone in the cold room.
“See, told you I was fine.”
“Yes, you were right.”
