Page 68 of Palingenesis

The power of it ripples through me and despite his instinct to fight me, I can see the truth he attempts to bury deep within himself.

His grappling wanes, the scratching lessening until he’s barely holding on, clinging to me. Waiting, savoring each morsel of breath he can muster beneath my strength.

Finally, his eyelids began to sink, threatening to conceal his glazed over irises.

The fight in him relinquishes to me in that moment, submitting to my whim, and the power of it radiates through my being. It settles in my shaft, hardening it enough to have the slit around my barb pulsing with desire.

No, need.

To engage in flesh and feel the primal connection that only mates will ever know.

I resist the essential. It proves difficult, but I must pry my hold from Shannon’s neck for his own safety–and mine.

These urges… They’re massive in the face of my human, dangerous for my beloved to experience so soon.

He needs more faith in himself.

Loosening my grip, he gasps in his first full breath, a moan following close behind.

It’s a delightful sound, one I cannot wait to hear him make freely once more.

Releasing him is like the highest of torture, but I must if I am to care for him.

I stand, pulling back the fabric that covers him.

“Come with me,” I tell him in his language. “You must excrete.”

I do not know the way to say the last word with my hands so I spell it, and he jolts.

“Say again.” His brows slam low over his wide eyes. “Repeat.”

Sighing, I turn to him fully and spell it once more. “Excrete. I have fed you, watered you, and you make waste. You must remove it.”

A reddish tinge colors his cheeks and he looks away from me, the blanket clutched tightly to his chest.

What a shame that he forgets the access to himself he’s grated me, of which I will gladly remind him of, piece by piece. He cannot hide, even if he wishes it so.

I click my tongue, tsking both aloud and along the connect he willingly grants me to his mind, and his head whips to me with a scowl painted on his face.

He imagines another slammed door, a projection I can see as clearly as if it were my own thought, and my lips spread.

“I have seen your bones, cleaned your wounds. Claimed your hole. You are mine, human, and you will not look away in shame.”

The glaze takes over his eyes once more, his lips dropping open with his labored breath.

Be it a rouse I’ll gladly fall upon for his sake, I shove a talon into his mouth, the nail gnashing over his teeth. His tongue is warm as I pet it, wet and begging for my caress with each stroke over the smooth surface.

It makes my groin ache, my barb throb.

Then, he closes his lips around me, suckling enough to nearly make me release without touching myself.

It’s unlike any experience I’ve ever had. The connection is fierce, the pull too strong as he stares back into my eyes.

Maybe it’s not myself that holds the power after all.

But this human.

My beloved.