My mind wanders to other things Rathyn and I could do when I sit up, my mouth parted, my cock slightly hard.
Prostate.
I have a prostate.
I’ve stuck my finger up there once or twice, but I couldn’t find it, so I eventually gave up. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard itchanges the consistency of the cum, though. Maybe it would even make it taste different.
Would he like it?
Maybe he’d hate it. I have no idea, and I’m almost sure there’s nothing online about it. I do a quick check to be sure and find absolutely zilch, which is no surprise. They’re very secretive about all this stuff.
But I mean, I should try it, right? Couldn’t harm us to give it a go.
And who knows? Maybe this will be revolutionary. With how stringent the Vyastil seem to be, I wonder if they’ve ever experimented with anything.
Have they ever even tried fucking us? Would that even be something Rathyn would want?
I don’t know, but it seemsIwant it. My cock is hard, and I squeeze it. It aches. Too bad Rathyn isn’t here. I could really go for another blow job about now.
But his absence gives me time to order the things I need. I try not to think about the human downstairs who has to personally bring up a bag stuffed with different kinds of lube and a bulb enema. And it’s totally obvious what it is because the man just blushes and avoids eye contact.
“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to expect,” I murmur, not sure why I’m telling the doorman this, and like expected, he rushes off, not even looking back.
Well then.
I stare down into the bag and pull out the three different kinds of lube.
Maybe I won’t even like someone up my ass playing with my prostate.
My cock twitches excitedly. It may be thrilled now, but when Rathyn’s finger-deep in me, it may have a change of tune.
But I’m in this now.
I’m going to bargain for a tour of Erethar with my prostate.
sixteen
EVEREST
Rathyn finds me on the bed, sprawled out like a wanton slut, legs spread, my body oiled up. I went a little overboard, but after cleaning myself out, I felt like I should really give it my all.
This isn’t flirtation anymore. This is pure temptation.
He stares at me, his gaze darkening.
“You’re late,” I say, touching my cock languidly, like I have all the time in the world. Truth is, I’m pretty close to the edge.
Thinking of him returning home to me like this was really doing it for me. The anticipation, the wait.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“Tempting you.” I touch the chain that is still attached to my nipples. “Is it working?”
His ears flutter, and he steps toward me. “It is. But I have to wonder, what is it you want?”
“Why do you think I want something?”
“I heard you talking to yourself.”
