Still, he draws back, taking the warmth of his cock with him, expelling a fresh puddle of cum to splatter across the floor.
“I’ll let you get back to your meeting,” I tell him, straightening my dress.
“You can stay,” he offers.
I shake my head. “I want to wander. See what’s different. There are still some blanks in my memory so maybe this will help.”
He touches my face. “Take the boys.”
I give my head another rock. “I want to do it on my own. I’ll be fine.” I chuckle when he frowns. “No one here will hurt me, and I’ve done it before.” I know he’s thinking it’s different this time. That I might get lost. But I lean in and kiss him quickly. “I’ll meet you in our garden when you’re done your meeting.”
He sigh but doesn’t push. “Call me if you need me. You just need to say my name and I’ll find you.”
I remember the dream I had after Aunt Laura sent me to the basement where he tells me to say his name. I wonder if he would have shown up if I had. But I let it go and nod.
With a final kiss, I move around the table. I start in the direction of the doors when a realization strikes, and I face him again.
“I asked the boys, but why is your cum so hot?”
“It destroys any protection stopping me from putting a baby in you. Dissolves all barriers. Once it feels cooler, you’re ready to be bred. Why?”
I give a little shrug of my shoulder. “It hasn’t been hot the last few times. That’s all.”
I smirk when his eyes pulse red. His fingers curl into fists at his side and I swear he gets bigger in size.
“Leave. Now.”
Giggling, I spin and hurry to the door.
A small army of bodies stand directly outside. Close enough that there is no way they didn’t hear everything.
But I give them a bright smile. “I apologize for the interruption.”
A few mumble. Others incline their heads. But no one stops me when I hurry past them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Paludaris is a dream.
A fantasy written about in books and made up in movies. It’s a civilization of wilderness meets subtle luxury. There are no poor people. No rich people. There is no class. No hierarchy. Everyone lives in comfort and an easy acceptance that only prickles the human part of my brain.
It’s all too ... easy.
Too unreal.
Yet, I pass through the town square and skirt off the cobblestone path. I wind through alleys and wander through gardens upon gardens, grassy meadows, miles of homes half eaten by wilderness. There is no electricity. No garbage. The streets are swept, the trees trimmed. And randomly every so often, there’s a pond or a stream that redirects me to a different area.
It’s all so familiar, but I’m still surprised with every corner I take. I’m overwhelmed by the weight of my love for this place that Vaelith created. It makes me wonder what it had looked like before the humans burned it. Had it been bigger? Smaller? Had there been this many creatures, and how many of them died that day?
I brush the thought away before my anger gets ahold of me. Between remembering why I was forced to leave by a group of faceless assholes and thinking about Vaelith’s pain when his kingdom was destroyed, I’m perpetually teetering on the edge of homicidal rage.
Until I take a turn, following a stream and find myself in a secluded alcove. A tiny corner wedged along the curve of a wall. A heavy canopy of branches brush the top of a gazebo facing a small, dark pond the stream feeds into.
It must be new because I don’t remember this. Not even an inkling like the other places. It’s such a quiet, cozy spot that I immediately fall in love with it.
“There’s our baby.”
The familiar voice echoing through the alcove sends a jolt through me. I jump and spin to face the trio moving towards me with their hoods on and pulled over their faces.
