“Yes. It does, but I will not ask this of you if you don’t want to give it.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course, now you’re going to be the martyr when you actually need it. So fucking typical. Honestly, I’m so mad at you right now and so fucking relieved you’re okay.”
I straddle his face as I pull my cock from my pants, the robe falling off my shoulders and onto the ground. It’s still in the cage, and I see the moment his eyes catch on the metal. I have the key in my pocket, and it only takes me a second to pull it out.
His fingers tremble, but when I pass it to him, he takes it.
“I want you to get better so you can come home with me. I wore this for you, and you should let me out so I can give you what you need.”
“My Everest,” he murmurs gently, then unlocks the cage, pulls me free, and sets it to the side.
I stare at him as I stroke my cock to hardness, and the way Rathyn is eyeing me is making it an easy feat.
My cockhead brushes against his lips, dragging some precum across his lips. He moans, and I lean forward, letting my length slip into his mouth. It’s a slow drag, an insistence that he doesn’t get injured again.
His tongue curls around me, and I feel those piercings slide up and down my cock, pulling a soft gasp from me.
“Oh god.”
He hums around me as his hand slides my pants down further, a finger moving against my rim. I’m not wet there, and he must realize it because a moment later, I feel something slick moving against me.
His finger, but this time covered in his natural lubrication.
I groan as he slowly works me open, finding my prostate and pressing against it.
I don’t last long. A wave of relief and pleasure pulsing through me as he drinks me down. But he doesn’t stop there. He continues to suck, our eyes locked on each other, his mouth pulled wide around my cock. The sight of it, the way his eyes are pure rainbow, brings me quickly over the edge once more.
I arch back, my neck straining, my mouth open in a silent scream, and then I fall forward, my chest heaving.
“Fuck. Is that enough? I didn’t bring any ruenox. I don’t know if under this kind of pressure I can come again so quickly.”
Rathyn blinks up at me, his tongue swiping at his chin, his finger pulling out of me slowly. “This is enough. Like the Tarek said, I just need enough to walk.”
I sigh and then hold his head in my hands, my nose meeting his, my eyes shutting as I inhale his scent. “Donotdo this again, Rathyn. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. I mean it.”
He hums, and our lips meet, the taste of me on his tongue making my cock twitch between my legs. Rathyn takes it in his hand, but instead of stroking me hard once more, he grabs the cock cage and holds it to the end of my dick.
“I wish to place this on you again.”
I shudder and nod. “Yes.”
He does. He’s careful with me, locking me away with a tenderness I’ve come to expect from him now that we’re…whatever we are. Something new. Something I don’t have words for. When the lock snicks into place, Rathyn pulls me closes and kisses me again as he slips the key back into my pocket.
When his lips leave mine, I move off him and call out for Cielo and Sabik. They appear within seconds, Cielo’s skin flushed purple, Sabik looking serious.
He slithers over to Rathyn and peels back one of the bandages. His head cocks, and I hear a huff. “Amazing,” he says and meets my gaze. “I would like a sample of your semen.”
Rathyn hums angrily from his perch on the floor, and I roll my eyes.
“Stop being so dramatic. He saved your life.” Then turn back to Sabik. “Why?”
“To study. I am curious about the property in your semen that makes it so effective in healing the Vyastil.”
Rathyn’s pitch is off as he murmurs, “You will not touch him.”
Sabik ignores him and continues to address me. “Obviously, I will not touch you, but if you are able to deposit some in a container. I can have it delivered to me.”
“You will not give them the advantage, Everest.”
