“The herb is working as it should.” His voice is deeper now and rougher.
“No shit,” I rasp, wanting to tell him to give me a moment, but I’m unable to form the words.
I’m not ready for this to be over. I’m scared of what will happen to my balls if they don’t empty like they should.
They’ll probably explode.
As though he’s reading my mind, he squeezes them lightly, and cum dribbles from the tip of my dick.
“You are so delicious,” he murmurs as he leans down and licks it up. “But I know this is your first time taking ruenox. I will give you a short break.”
I wheeze as he pushes the tip of his tongue through my slit before finally pulling away.
“So generous,” I say dryly as my mind starts to come back online.
He cocks his head to the side. “I have been told that I am.”
I roll my eyes. Great, they don’t understand sarcasm, apparently.
I move my gaze to the timer and squint. Shit, twenty more minutes. What the hell am I going to do about this? How am I going to take myself to work like this?
I can’t even feel my fucking legs.
My skin feels too tight, every inch of me stretched thin and thrumming. The pause he’s given me isn’t relief. It’s fucking agony. The longer the silence stretches between us, the more the pressure builds, coiling inside me, about to blow.
My eyes go hot and feverish. “No more,” I murmur. “No more break.”
His gaze meets mine. “You are done, little human?”
“Yes. Hurry. It hurts. Suck me.”
He tilts his head, inclines his chin, and then falls on me again. His tongue twists around my cock, cheeks hollowing out as he suckles. My eyes roll back from the sheer relief of it all, breath stuttering as my body tenses against the restraints.
The world fractures into waves of sensation and pleasure, pulling me under again and again.
It’s endless. I’m swallowed by the swell. My vision fades to white, my body trembling, caught between stillness and release. I feel helpless, unable to do anything but succumb to it.
I gurgle and gasp, scream and cry for help. For more. For less. For relief.
But there is no one except him, and his mouth, and I’m left with no choice but to feel every inch of him.
And I do. I experience it all, every suck and spurt. Every blinding orgasm that crashes over me.
And then, without any real warning, it’s over. His mouth is gone, though he’s still between my legs, his palms pressed to the tops of my thighs as though he knows I need grounding.
I can’t see yet, but I can feel cool air hitting my softening dick, my balls aching in the worst way.
My ears are ringing, and I feel a sting in the back of my throat from all the screaming.
My eyelids flutter open, and I see the Vyastil peering up at me, looking half-drunk, his body listing slightly to the side.
He’s letting me take some of his weight, but after a moment, he stands and stares at me. “You did well, little human.”
“Fuck. You,” I rasp, unable to fully form the words. I sound as far gone as he looks.
“We do not fuck humans. We only suck them.”
I groan at the words leaving his mouth. He moves to step away, but he falters slightly, using my shoulder for balance. His soft skin hits mine again, and I shiver.
