Or maybe I’m speaking aloud. Fuck knows. Though my tongue feels too heavy to form words.
Rathyn’s tail begins to jack me slowly—not enough to get me off, but enough to keep me wanting more. I’m barely aware of it as he sets two rings on the nightstand.
Shouldn’t you sanitize those?
“Sanitize,” he repeats aloud. Yeah, he’s in my head. For the first time, though, I don’t care. I try to project the meaning, and he scoffs. “What do you think the zitha is for, little human?”
Oh. Well then…
“I like when you…call me…that,” I manage to say aloud, thick like I’m drunk. I feel a little drunk.
“I remember the sensation of zitha fondly,” Rathyn says. There’s a wistfulness to his voice I’m not used to.
Before I can ask, I get lost in the feeling of his tail again which speeds up and tightens. I moan softly as he pinches my right nipple, then locks his gaze on mine.
“Breathe in.”
I do. Fuck, his voice is so easy to obey.
“Breathe out,” he orders.
There must be pain somewhere, I think as I look down to see the white needle pass through my skin. And there is. A faint pressure followed by the sting of pierced flesh.
But I’m lost to the pleasure of his tail jerking me off, and his warm hands, and that very nice herb coursing through my bloodstream.
I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he fixes the first ring through the hollow needle and clamps it around a ball.
My hips begin to rock, chasing what his tail is giving me, but that only makes him slow down.
I let out a whine, and he gives me an impatient look. “We are not yet finished.”
Oh, right. One more to go.
I don’t watch this time. Instead, I close my eyes and let my head fall back as his fingers pinch my nipples. It feels good. Too fucking good, especially with his tail squeezing a pattern up and down my cock as it strokes me.
I reach down, closing my hand around it, encouraging him faster. He doesn’t obey me. Instead, he shoves another needle through my other nipple. This one hurts a little more, the pain twisting through the pleasure I’m feeling.
But it doesn’t last. He was right about that.
I feel the sensation of him clamping the ring around the ball, then I hear the box hitting the nightstand before his hands come around my hips. I lift my head and open my eyes to find him staring at his handiwork.
When I look down, I’m startled to see the rings hanging from my chest. My nipples are puffy, and I want to touch them, but I can’t seem to release my grip on his shoulder and tail.
“Mine,” he murmurs.
Something about that word, the way he says it, makes me feel so fucking good. I don’t know why. It shouldn’t. But fuck, it makes me want to lie back and feed him my cum.
“Say it,” Rathyn adds, his tail vibrating under my palm. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I moan. “But I’m still my own person. Just so you know…”
He flips me backward and hovers over me, his tail still stroking my cock. “I know this. You have made that very clear as well.”
“I just,” I arch my back up as my eyes roll into the back of my head. “I just need to make sure you really know.”
“I do.”
My eyes flash open, and I see him hovering over me, our lips just inches apart.
