His finger drags along my wet slit, and then he brings it up to his mouth, his tongue lapping at it. The low hum from before swells in the air, and his skin ripples, glinting like a reptile basking in sunlight.
Then his hands move to my legs, and he spreads them.
And as he takes me into his mouth, his tongue wrapped around my cock, my cum exploding out of me at first touch, I hear him in my mind.
“So good, Everest. My little human. You are such a delight.”
Rathyn was right. The ruenox doesn’t make me nearly as incapacitated as I was last time. I can mostly walk out of the building in a straight line. I don’t need to be wheeled into a different room to recover, and I can drive without careening off a bridge or into a building on the way home.
However, the Vyastil didn’t look nearly as capable of walking after he was done with me this time. He sagged slightly to the left, his fingers digging into me as he tried to right himself.
I wonder if my cum is like alcohol. What if he’s getting drunk off it? God, what if doing this for him is contributing to some, like, society-wide addiction?
“You okay?” I managed to ask him before I left, his gaze flicking to mine. His rainbow irises looked slightly hazy.
His eyes carried the same dull glaze humans get when they’ve had one drink too many—hazy, unfocused, and distant.
His body shivered slightly as he pushed himself up, and he stumbled out of the room without answering. He didn’t look at me or insist I come back to see him tomorrow.
Maybe he’s done with me. Maybe he’s had his fill.
I’m slightly bothered by that thought, unsure of what I did wrong.
Maybe he’s tired of the way I pushed him for answers.
He didn’t seem like hedidn’tenjoy it. He seemed to get off on the argument and the struggle for power before he got me in the chair. And watching him with cum dribbling down his chin when it was over, the sight was erotic as hell.
In that moment, his gaze locked with mine, and I felt something in my chest.
But now, it’s gone.
Whatever emptiness is left sours my mood, and as I lounge on the couch later that night, I ponder what it will feel like to have a different monster suck my cock.
Will I like it as much?
Will it feel as good?
Will I know his name, too?
My ears buzz, and I hold my breath.
“No other monster will have you, little human. You are mine.”
I startle at first, not expecting him in my head, but it’s an odd, welcome intrusion, even if it makes me roll my eyes.
“Whosays I’m theirs?” I ask out loud, thankful Zane wasn’t here to witness this. He would lose his fucking mind if he knew the Vyastil could talk to us like this.
“Me. Rathyn, commander of the Vyastil armies.”
That makes me shiver, to have someone so important want me—or more specifically, my cum—but still, I reply. “That was a rhetorical question,” I tell him. No other Vyastil has communicated this way. At least, not as far as I know, and not with me. “And just for the record, I could do better than some commander. Maybe I’m vying for the president of the Vyastil. Or are there princes? Maybe I’ll take one of those. I always aim higher. Maybe my cum will go for a good price.”
I hear a cluster of clicking noises, and then his voice resounds in my mind, low and melodic.“No, Everest. Little human. You are mine.”
I feel my heart erupt at that, and the thrum of excitement lights up my veins.
“What if I want to try out my options?”
“Your only option is me. Tomorrow. I will see you again.”
