“Yeah. Fuckme.”
His finger slips out of me, and then I’m twisted around and placed on his chest. I’m a mess, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “No fuck. No oyen.”
I let out another small laugh. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind some more of that herb, but it’s just an expression. Like, fuck me, that was good.”
“Ooooh. Yes. Good.” He holds me tighter against him, his lips moving right beside my ear as he whispers in his sweet, melodic voice in perfect human words, “My Dante. Mine.”
I grin against him and feel myself floating for a minute. Maybe it’s the Vyastil cum in my system. Maybe it’s something else.
But I love it, right here.
Against my monster.
twenty
CIELO
When Dante is at work selling things that make my ears flutter and my cock appear, I find myself at the gym meeting up with Brody, Tyler, and Chadwick. Brody texted me, the phone vibrating loudly with his message.
Brody: Come down, bruh. Tyler’s sandbagging his WOD and we need to gas him up.
I had dropped my phone on the street as I tried to understand what all those words meant. A woman gave me a very angry glare. I do not know why. I pretended not to notice. It is usually better this way. She has the haircut that Everest said makes human females very angry and rude.
When I enter the gym, Quilliyn is at the front desk. “I didn’t think I was going to see you today. Dante said he wanted to spend some extra time with you.”
I incline my head in deference, though I know he despises that, so I lean against the counter to attempt to be more casual. “We have spent a lot of time together.”
His ears flicker in slight embarrassment. Even though he has been living so open and freewithhumans, he—like me—is still not used to livinglikea human. We say so many things now that would likely have us locked away and reeducated in the capital.
“You here for the boys?” Quilliyn asks in English.
I nod my head. “Yes. Weee…” My words are coming even easier since taking more of Dante’s cum, but the words themselves still make no sense. “Neeed to gasssss up Tyylrrrrr?”
Quilliyn bursts into laughter.
I feel my skin flush and my ears flicker downward. He is mocking me.
“Cielo,” Quilliyn says quietly. Affectionately. He puts his hand over mine just briefly, the way human friends do. Never in my existence did I think I would call a prince a friend. “It means to motivate someone. Gas,” he repeats in English.
“Gassss,” I try again. I still get stuck on some letters, my tongue struggling to twist and turn through such a blunt language, but my tongue also no longer feels like a wild masax, ripping through trees, either.
Quilliyn nods, then points over to the free weights. “Your friends are waiting for you.”
It is still a novel concept. Human friends. But I’m happy to have them. It allows for what I need most today: distraction. It is easy to get lost in the memory of what Dante and I did last night.
And the way he curled up in my arms.
But if it’s too quiet, I think of the other thing he brought home. The offer, the secret. The hope that I will see Erethar, my village, and my people again.
I cannot. I do not want to think about what they will do to me, Dante, and Everest if we are caught. But the temptation is almost too strong. It has been gnawing at me since the words left Dante’s lips.
I take a deep breath, then my gaze searches the gym for my friends.
I see Brody, Tyler, and Chadwick at the irons, their small muscles bunching as they lift them. They are so weak and yet so kind.
I would rather be friends with them than some of the most powerful in Erethar.
Dante’s voice filters through my head, and I greet him, sending affection through the bond we share. I’m not sure if it’s permanent, but since I started sucking, I can tell that it has grown stronger. If I stop, will it disappear entirely? I do not want to find out.
