“I’m being honest. I never thought I’d be so interested in a human.” He shoots me a sideways grin. “You keep surprising me.”
“Is that ever a good thing?” I glance around at the scraggly trees dotting the meadows and wonder where we might sit so I can convince him to let me check his injury.
“It keeps the mind young.”
“Yours rather seems like an old, dark thing,” I mutter.
“A good thing my body makes up for it, spry and vigorous, always eager to do wicked things to yours.”
My mouth twitches. “Be serious.”
“I’m always serious, Princess, when it comes to your body.”
“And to my thoughts?”
“Your thoughts, too.”
“You’re not looking so spry right now.” The way he walks… he’s limping as if he’s in pain. Which would make sense with his leg being hurt and all… but the bulge between his thighs doesn’t look right, it looks… way too large. Too round. I stop. “Valen…”
“What is it?”
“Did you hurt your cock?” I blurt out.
“What?” He turns to stare at me. “What did you just say?”
Like every damn time, I feel the hot blush seeping into my cheeks and neck. “Your cock.”
“Fuck me…” He grins. “I’d could listen to you saying that word all day. It’s better than I love you.”
“Is it?” I’m still frowning at the bulge between his legs. “Don’t worry, I’d never say that to you.”
“Oh, I’m well aware.” A shadow passes behind his golden eyes. “So what about my cock? Is it the biggest you’ve seen? The thickest? The best cock?—”
“It’s the only cock I’ve ever seen, Valen!”
“Damn.” He harrumphs. “But you can still say,It’s an amazing cock, Valen, the best?—”
“I will ask again, Valen. Did you injure your cock?”
He blinks. “No, why?”
“Because…” I swallow, the words hard to come by, but I’m too far gone to stop. “Because you refused to let me look at your injuries, mentioned your cock, and now… it seems… misshapen. You can’t even walk properly, or did you think I wouldn’t notice? Something is wrong.”
“Misshapen.” A laugh escapes him. Then he turns away, shoulders shaking. “Misshapen! Of course I can’t walk straight. Dammit.”
“I’m serious. Aren’t you worried?”
“Fuck.” He rubs a hand over his mouth, still laughing. “This is priceless.”
“Valen, come on! Even if you aren’t worried,Iam worried.”
“About the state of my cock?”
Pressing my lips together, I do my best not to slap his chest, thinking what an ungrateful, big prick he is.
It takes him a while to stop laughing. By then, I’m past fuming and feeling uncomfortable.
“Listen,” I say. “You’re obviously fine, apologies for?—”
