“Why don’t you come to me?”he asks, his tongue peeking out, swiping that cum up. His voice is like a song, harmonic and—“Why do you refuse?”The words aren’t in English, but I understand them all the same.
I roll my eyes and shift my hips against the mattress again. I’m not hard, but it feels good.
“Leave me alone, asshole,”I tell him, using only my mind and not my actual mouth.“Don’t want to dream about you right now. I need to sleep. I’m fucking tired.”
The Vyastil reaches between my legs and tugs. Or at least my brain tells me that’s what he’s doing. I must still be horny or something because sensation blooms inside of me.
“You can hear me?”
“Of course I fucking can.”
“Mm. I want you again,”the voice says.
“Well, I don’t want you,”I shout in my mind.
I blink my eyes open and closed, almost like a reset, but when I shut them again, he appears again, refusing to leave.
“What the fuck? Why won’t you leave me alone?”
Then my eyes open again, and I lurch upright.
Wait, what if this isn’t my mind playing tricks on me? What if he’s actually in my fucking head? What if he was actually communicating with me, and I was communicating back?
I reach for my phone again and do a quick search on their server about it. But nothing comes up.
I hate that we exist in a state of not knowing. So much information is being withheld, and that seems even more dangerous than the Vyastil commander.
If they really are telepaths or have some way to link to us mentally, we should fucking know that. This is important information.
I look around my room, almost frantic, scared to shut my eyes because what if he appears again?
But then I hear it.
“I can still speak to you, even without your eyes closed.”
I clench the sheets between my fingers and feel my heart beat faster. Fuck, so he really can get into my mind and speak to me that way.
What an asshole. Barging in without my permission.
“Fuck off then. I told you, I’m busy. Find someone else,” I say out loud.
“I don’t want someone else. I want you, little human. You are…different.”
I plug my ears, but that only makes his voice amplified.
“I want you. Now, come.”
My body stiffens, those words making my cock perk up between my legs. For fuck’s sake. I don’t have time for this, and I’m still recovering.
“Go away.”
“I will see you tomorrow.”
It’s not just a promise. It’s a threat.
Sai eyes me, concern in his gaze. “You okay, dude?”
I rub at my temples and nod. I have a dull, obnoxious headache, something that started once I woke this morning and hasn’t let up. It’s wearing on me.
