I shake my head, then carefully stick out the very tip of my tongue, set the herb on it. It begins to dissolve, but not before I take him by the chin and slip my tongue into his mouth.
The herb transfers, and he swallows before kissing me deeper, sucking on me until it’s gone. I pull back, and his eyes widen. I can see the moment it begins to take full effect.
“Okay, this is wild. I can’t even feel the ache in my feet from working all day.”
“Mm,” I murmur.
He opens his arms, takes my wrists, and rolls over so I’m forced to crawl on top of him. The claws in my feet dig into the mattress as I steady myself and prevent him from taking any of my weight.
The zitha can heal, but in his case, it only numbs the pain. It will be back, and I don’t want him to hurt worse when it leaves his system.
Pushing up on his elbows, Dante meets my gaze. “Can I ask you something?” When I nod, he adds, “Do you like me?”
I frown in confusion. Am I not obvious? Am I not trying hard enough? “Like you,” I say, then press a finger against his fragile human sternum.
He flops back and puts two hands on my chest, over the beat of my hearts. “And you like what we do? Because I need you to know if you ever want to stop, we can. You don’t have to do anything with me. You will always have a home here. You will always be safe. Okay?”
Something warm flutters in my chest, then spreads to my limbs, and I drop down, kissing him deep. I can’t help it. Images of me and him flood my brain, of what we have done, what we will do. My fingers inside of his hole, my cock inside of him.
My mouth around his dick, sucking him dry.
That last one cannot happen. I cannot risk being dragged back to the depths of Erethar and away from him.
But it is a fantasy I will allow myself to have for now.
“Mmmmore,” I grunt as his hands begin to trail over my body.
He laughs softly, then does exactly as I ask, pulling me closer, his fingers making something deep inside of me throb and come to life, like the budding of the genytal flower. The way it arches up, its petals unfurling in the sunlight.
It is beautiful to watch. Is this what I look like? I know that is what Dante looks like beneath me.
He tilts his head away slightly and inhales deeply. His cheeks are pretty pink, and his lips are swollen from my mouth on his.
I find that I like the way he looks like this as well.
He is so beautiful.
“Fuck, I have something I’ve been working on. You wanna try it?”
I nod, feeling the thickness of his cock against my stomach. It is small but mighty. I enjoy it a lot. My own is appearing from its slit, ready to expel its seed.
“I got a prototype of…well, let me show you.”
He pushes at my chest, and I move away from him, feeling slightly colder at his absence, but he is not gone long.
He disappears into that cluttered room and reappears a moment later with something in his hand.
“I made this at work. I think it should fit.”
I stare at the see-through item. It is a long tube, but it’s thicker at the top and narrows at the base.
“It’s a…masturbation sleeve like the one I showed you before. But they obviously don’t make these for Vyastil, so…I did.” He holds it up, and I stare at it. “Do you know what masturbation is?”
I shake my head, and he bites his bottom lip.
I would like to bite it, too, but he’s sinking to his knees in front of me, and my tail instinctively curls around his waist. He doesn’t complain about it, and instead, he knee-walks closer.
“If you show me your cock, I can show you what this can do.”
