‘I know. But I think if he takes a little more cum and lets these herbs do the work, he’ll be okay.’ I feel a twinge in my knuckles, and I try to shake my hands out discreetly, but of course, with Luca’s Deaf eyes, he notices.
‘Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone?’
‘I’ll be fine. Trust.’ I finish mixing the herbs, then soak the bandages in water before adding globs of the muddy concoction to the center. It smells like ass, but that’s usually a mark of something that’s going to work well.
Or at least that’s what I’ve been told.
Luca lets out a sigh, then steps back. ‘I’ll go pick up something for dinner so we don’t have to cook.’
Normally, I’d be happy to whip up some pasta, but right now, I don’t have the energy for it. ‘Get something vegetarian. I don’t think the Vyastil eat meat.’
He nods and gives me a thumbs-up before snagging the keys to my car off the hook on the wall. ‘Text me if anything happens.’
I roll my eyes but nod and watch as he heads out the back door. When he’s gone, I turn my attention back to Cielo, who’s managed to sit up a little, inspecting some of the gashes on his chest. I gently push his hands away and place the poultice on them, wincing when he does. I hate that he’s still suffering even when I’m trying to soothe him.
I want him to gather more language so he can tell me what happened. I want to know who the fuck thought they could hurt him like this. Prison and banishment are bad enough. This is something else.
I want to know who is going on my shitlist.
I might be small, but I’m scrappy, and when it comes to people I care about, I don’t hold back.
“Oh, don’t move too much yet. I have something for you,” I say, and then rush to my room and grab the small vial sitting on my end table. I managed to collect more cum before Luca appeared, and while it was weird to jack off into a glass bottle, Cielo needs it. Plus, it’s really not a chore to give my dick a tug.
I take a deep breath and tell myself it’s not lying if I walk out there and tell him that I signed up for a delivery service. I mean, I’m technically delivering it to him, so it’s more of a grey area than a total untruth.
And, it’s for the greater good.
I close my eyes and exhale before walking out to the living room. Cielo hasn’t moved, his entire body frozen in place.
I can’t help but chuckle softly as I approach, his eyes the only thing moving. They catch on the vial, and his mouth parts slightly.
“I didn’t mean for you to literally not move. I’m not the boss of you,” I say, and Cielo blinks and turns toward me with a wince. I reach out and touch him softly, feeling his skin ripple beneath my fingers.
“Careful,” I say, and his rainbow-colored eyes meet mine. I see flecks of purple and green floating through his wide orbs, and my fingers tighten on him. I hope it’s just enough to reassure him that I’m here. That I’m going to take care of him.
He makes a low hum in his throat, and then his gaze shifts to the vial in my hand. His ears flutter, and his tongue snakes out and licks his lips.
“Yeah, so here.” He stares at my outstretched hand, and I have to reach out and take his, placing the vial in it. His gaze meets mine, a curious stare, and I shrug. “I signed up for a delivery service while you were out. It gives me cum. Daily.” Hetrills in the back of his throat again, and I shake my head. “It’s fine. It’s not expensive. It’s basically free.”
I wince, and he cocks his head slightly, a question in his gaze, but then he looks down at the vial and groans.
Within seconds, the cum is gone, a purr escaping him as he laps at the inside of the bottle, looking up at me sheepishly as his skin shimmers. And then he flops back, his eyes closing. It’s a look of complete satisfaction, and for a moment, I swear I see his wounds knitting together.
“Good, yeah?” I ask, and he nods, one eye peeking open. “Feeling better?”
He nods again, and I grin widely and puff up a little. He likes my cum. Not that he knows it’s my cum, but still. He likes it.
It’s an odd sensation, someone enjoying that part of me.
The Vyastil in the clinic enjoyed it too, but I can tell this is different. Cielo savors my taste. I can see it in the way his eyes close as he drinks it down, the way his ears flutter as he swallows. It’s as if he’s never had this before in his life, which I know can’t be true, considering how addicted they all are.
I think about asking him, but I have a feeling he’s been interrogated and harassed enough for a lifetime, and this is something I can let go of.
My phone pings, and I glance down at it, seeing Everest’s name appear on the screen. I tap on it and see a quick message.
Everest: Can I come over with Rathyn? And also, do you have milk?
I glance over at Cielo, debating if I should even bother asking if he’s okay with visitors, then shrug it off.
