“I am not cute. I am fierce.”
I snort again and then look at the xinhar, reaching down to touch it once more. “It’s so cool that it moves.”
His eyes meet mine, and I know I’m blinking up at him with owlish eyes. “This plant adapts to forms. It is what many in the north use for sleeping. It is soft and warm.”
“Oh, fuck yes. Can I lie down on it?”
He nods, and I pull away from him, moving to lie on the small ledge. As my body falls onto it, I feel the heat from the plant and the way it cups me gently, filling in around my form, cradling me.
“This is so weird, but I like it.”
Rathyn is staring down at me, his dark eyes flashing. The lights around us are flickering out, and he makes another noise. I watch as they burst to life once more, just as Rathyn’s tail pulls my robe to the side, exposing me to him.
My cock hardens at the way he looks at me. Like he wants to devour me.
He’s always so insatiable.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice lowering.
He hums and flicks the other side of my robe open, leaving me completely bare. “I do.”
I reach between my legs and take my cock in my hand, stroking it slowly. “You know what I brought with me?”
His ears flutter.
“Guess,” I say, and he rumbles in annoyance.
“I do not like to guess. It is a game for fools.”
“But you’re a fool for me, aren’t you, Rathyn?”
His tongue flicks out, and I see him wetting his lips. Hungrily. “I am not a fool, but if I had to be, it would probably be for you, my little human.”
I roll my eyes and then spread my legs wider and lift them slightly, letting him see my hole.
“I brought the oyen.”
His chest expands as he breathes deeply.
“Now that we know it’s safe, you can stick that big cock inside of me.” I see the bulge at the front of his loincloth, and I bite back a smile. “Seems you want that, too.”
“My body malfunctions around you. It does not do what I tell it to.”
I pull the small baggie with the oyen in it from the pocket of my cloak and wave it back and forth. “I think your body knows exactly what you want. And I like that you can’t control yourself around me.”
“I cannot. And this is why we cannot do this. I do not want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise you won’t.”
His tongue flicks out again as I peel the bag open and pull the herb out. He could easily stop me, could pry it from my fingers, but he makes no move to do so.
“Does this grow here?” I ask as I let the leaf brush against my bottom lip. “Maybe we should have some on hand at all times. Grow some in the closet, like weed.”
“It is not native to the capital. It’s cultivated beyond the Outerlands and not easy to obtain.”
“So, it’s special then?”
He holds my gaze. “It is.”
