He stands up a little straighter, his eyes slightly wide. “Wait, are you serious? One of the monsters did this to you?”
I must look bad from the way he’s staring at me in horror. “Yeah. It was…an experience.”
He rears back. “How long was it?”
“Thirty minutes of straight orgasm, dude.” I groan and roll over onto my side. My dick is still soft and kind of aches. Like it’s got a fever.
A dick-fever.
“How is that possible?”
I attempt a shrug, but all my muscles are uncooperative. “Some kind of herb he gave me.”
Zane frowns, folding his arms across his chest. “You took an unknown herb a monster gave you? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. He said it would help.”
“I don’t even want to know your reasoning. You’re a jackass sometimes, Ev, but that really fucking takes the cake. It could have killed you!”
“Dude, they don’t want us dead. Dead humans don’t make cum,” I tell him, parroting my monster.
Oh god, did I just call himmymonster?
I swallow heavily and feel grateful Zane can’t read my mind because he’d kill me just for that.
“Ev, I don’t think you should go back again. This seems weird and dangerous.”
I groan and flop a hand toward him. “I’ve signed up, man. I don’t have a choice. I’m theirs for half an hour once a week.” Or longer. Or more, depending on my Vyastil and how much he can bribe me.
Zane scoffs. “Fuck that and fuck them.” He frowns, staring at me. “I’m assuming you don’t want to go work out?”
I would laugh if I had the strength. “Can’t move my legs, dude. I think he sucked the life out of me.”
He huffs, less irritated now that he knows I’m not actively dying. “Fine. I wasn’t in the mood, anyway. Are you going to work?”
“I think I have to, but I may die if I do. Can you call Sai and ask him to cover for me?”
Zane purses his lips and rolls his eyes. “If you need me to, fine. But you have to promise me not to go back until your scheduled time, and no more fucking herbs.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I moan as I turn over onto my stomach and close my eyes. I’d already decided they’d have to pay me a lot more than fifty bucks to go through that again.
As for the herb, well…it wasn’t all that bad. It was kind of nice, actually. But not in some room with a cum-hungry Vyastil commander trying to milk me dry.
“Sai says he’s got you,” Zane tells me. “Anything else?”
“Order Chinese for dinner and pick it up. I’ll cover it. I’m rich now.”
“Shut up.”
I snort into my pillow. “Extra pork bao just for you,” I wheedle.
Zane huffs a sigh. “Fine.”
I try to pump my fist and fail. I can always win him over with barbecue pork bao. “Extra soy sauce for me. I need to replace all the salt in my body I just lost.”
“Gross. I’m leaving,” he says, then disappears, and I thank fuck I have such a good friend.
My eyes drift closed as I listen to Zane moving around the apartment, and I conjure up visions of the Vyastil, the shine of his rainbow-colored eyes, the way his pierced tongue wraps around my dick. The way he hums around it.
