“It is just a plant.”
“Uh huh. And what does this plant do, exactly?”
“It will help you…relax.” He hesitates on that last word, and I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or struggling with English.
“Just relax? Who’s lying now?”
He huffs and rolls his gorgeous eyes. “It will allow your muscles to relax and your body will become easier to milk.”
To milk? Oh god, what the hell does that mean? “Are there any side effects? Will I be able to drive after?”
“You have too many questions,” he rumbles. His thumb moves to the front of my throat, and I swallow against the bare pressure. “It is safe. We are not here to hurt you.”
He says that like it’s a gift, not an expectation, and I have no idea what to make of it. But I realize the longer I put up a fight, the longer I’m here.
And I did have some—ah—performance issues last time. I suppose I need to earn that fifty bucks.
“Fuck it,” I say after another long beat. “Go on. I have to get to work, and I can’t be here all day.”
The Vyastil nods, pulling out a leaf and holding it up to my mouth. His free hand cups my jaw, and his thumb grazes my lips. “Open.”
I shudder at the feeling of his velour-soft skin against me, and my lips part at his command.
He stares for just a lingering moment, then he sets the leaf on my tongue, and it immediately begins to dissolve. The bitterness hits first, sharp enough to make me flinch, but it melts away quickly, and I force myself to swallow.
He nods in approval when he sees my throat bob. Then, as I watch, he settles between my knees, his hands landing on my thighs just like before. He spreads them a little wider, then tugs my balls out from beneath me, giving them a very gentle caress.
The feel of him touching me there has my skin breaking out in goosebumps. His soft, velvety fingers stroke me gently, unlike last time when he was rough and no-nonsense.
This feels almost…intimate.
Intoxicating.
Addicting.
My shoulders loosen against my will, and as they relax, I feel a tingle move through my body. The herb is most definitely working. His long fingers wrap around my cock, and I’m powerless to do anything about it.
He strokes once and then twice, his grip tighter than before.
His hand releases me a second later, and he leans down, taking a deep breath of my scent before parting his lips.
His long tongue curls around the tip of my dick, then dips into my slit, and I let out a low moan at the feel of how wet and warm he is.
His cool piercings hit me in all the right places, and when he takes me all the way into the back of his throat, I find myself precariously close to coming already.
Faster than I did the first time.
“Fuck, dude. I’m close.”
He huffs around me and lets go just long enough to say, “That will not be a problem this time.” Then he takes me into his mouth again, and my balls ache.
They feel full and heavier than they’ve ever been. I let out another long groan as he brings me into the back of his throat and swallows.
That herb must work fast, I think as he hollows out his cheeks, creating a suction around my aching length. I feel his tongue piercings drag up the underside of my dick, and my fingers curl around the arms of the chair as I hold on for dear life.
My head is spinning. This is more pleasure than I’ve ever felt in my life, and I don’t know if I can take it. It’s so much.
My cock twitches when he hums, and I stare down at him, watching his head bob, his ears twitch and flutter like he’s trying to catch the sound of my groans.
