When he comes, his cock explodes down my throat, making me choke and gasp. It falls from my lips, cum hitting my face and neck, dripping down my chest. I try to swallow as much as I can, but it’s futile. And the wand…well, I don’t let up, turning up the strength, the hum of it loud in the small room. I draw out his orgasm as long as I can, watching as his cock pulses and jerks between his legs. By the time he’s done, I’m drenched, and he’s twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Good?” I rasp, and he peeks an eye open before shutting it away.
“Yes, Dante. So gooood. We will do ageeen soon.”
I can’t help the way my lips twist up at the corners as I flip the wand off and set it aside.
“I’m gonna go shower and then can we snuggle?” I see some of his release on his stomach, his panties completely soaked through.
He nods, and then I ask. “Hey, you want to join me?”
His eyes open, and I add, “In the shower. I know you don’t really do that. But you want to? With me?”
He’s up before I can say anything else, and then I’m in his strong arms.
“Yes, Dante. I will wash you with yooor good soap.”
I giggle as he strides to the small bathroom, my heart so fucking full.
twenty-two
CIELO
“Hey, Cielo,” a woman says, stepping up to the counter and ordering a coffee from Rosie. Her name is Haddie, and she comes to work out often. She is of indeterminate human age but still impressive, her arms quite large for a female, her legs very strong. I think she could walk for miles and not grow tired.
She is a sight to behold. I have told her that she would be much revered on Erethar. The male Vyastil would compete for her attention.
She snorted so loud that I thought she might expire. Her face grew red, and she started to choke.
I trilled loudly, but eventually she regained her senses and told me that she adores me.
I have not had anyone but Dante say that to me. I do not think she means to be intimate with me, so I have decided that she is just a friend.
“Hello, Hahdeeeee.”
She flexes for me. Rosie says it is an inside joke, and that makes sense to me. I keep the knowledge of it inside, a secret between us.
“Love those ribbons in your hair. Did Rosie do that?”
“Sure did!” Rosie pipes up. “Thought he needed a little bling with all that pretty hair.”
I feel my skin turning a different shade of blue, and Haddie waggles her eyebrows at me.
“Preeetty,” I say as I pull the shots for her. The machine is simple once you learn it, and I find myself doing very well at making shapes on the top of the drinks. They are useless, but fun to do.
Today I am making a large breast with an engorged nipple for Haddie. It is the only time I can do this. Rosie said so. It will offend others if I attempt it.
Haddie does not seem to mind. She finds it funny. I am glad. I have come to realize that humans who take themselves too seriously are quite hard to deal with.
Just as I think that, Everest appears with Rathyn in tow.
I stop what I’m doing and round the counter to pull him into a hug. Rathyn growls low, but he does not mean offense. He is just possessive. I know what that feels like. I am the same with Dante.
Everest squeezes me and glances up, a smile on his pretty face.
“Hello, friend. Funny seeing you here.” I cock my head at him, and he chuckles. “It just means that I totally came here to see you.” He glances over at Rathyn, who is looming.
I nod toward him, and he does the same, greeting me in Eretharian.
