I cannot risk my Dante. I want him to live as long as he can.
And more than that, I want to take care of him just like he has taken care of me.
“Please, Cielo. Please. If you can’t suck me, at least fuck me…the lube…your cock…”
The way his words push out of his mouth, as if he is desperate, makes me unable to resist him. I peel my scarf away from my body and allow my tail to slide into my slit, wettingthe tip. My cock is hard, pushing out from my body, but it is not meant for this. I will do what I can to help Dante without breaking the rules.
As much as I can, at least.
I move Dante’s hand from his ass and push the tip of my tail into his hole. It’s open, pulsing. The feeling of it clenching around my tail makes a growl erupt from me. Something deep and feral. Something dangerous.
I need to feel that hole clench around my cock, to expel my seed into him.
I push my tail in further, and he gasps, his legs twitching against me. As I fuck my tail into him, I peel the pants from his legs, baring him to me as his fist strokes his cock rough and hard.
“I need to come. Oh god. I need to—” he gasps and groans, but nothing happens. His cock remains hard and dripping. He has not released.
“I can’t. I can’t!” His eyes are filled with tears, and I see one slip down his cheek. “I need you…Cielo.” My name on his lips is my undoing. “Please.Please. It’s not enough.”
I want to desperately, but still my mouth says, “Ruuuulzzz.”
“Fuck the rules. Suck me. Please. I need to cum, or I may die.Cielo!”
He is crying now, his hand still working, his cock hard and angry. It is swollen, dark purple and red. It looks like it hurts.
I cannot be the reason for his suffering. Even if it means that I will suffer the consequences. I must help him. He is mine. He belongs to me. It is my responsibility to get him through this.
I hesitate only a moment longer before falling to my knees and taking him into my mouth. The taste of him explodes over my tongue, overwhelming my senses, and my vision goes hazy. I feel a pressure in my chest—a possessive need to put fangs intohis skin, but I keep my lips wrapped around them so I do not hurt his most delicate place.
He cries out as I pull him into the back of my throat, my tongue twisting around his hard length. The moment I do, he explodes, his cum hitting my tongue. It is familiar. Far too familiar. Something presses at the corner of my mind, but I’m too consumed by the taste of him to look further.
I am losing control at Dante’s taste. At the sensation it creates inside of me. I am claiming him, and while that could lead to dangerous things for both him and me, in this moment, I cannot care.
It drives me wild, and I do not stop. My hands lift his hips up, my mouth forming a suction around him, and he bucks up, fucking into me. His hands curl around my ears, holding onto me tightly, and I don’t let go. He cries out, and I swallow as he comes again.
Something inside of me starts to shift, and I don’t understand it, though I don’t stop. I’m unable to, not when he tastes this good.
My head bobs, my tongue wringing out each orgasm from him, my tail still thrusting up into him. He is writhing beneath me, his body flushing the most glorious pink, like a sunset on Erethar.
I cannot look away.
I slide my hand up his chest and feel his heart beating. He is fragile, and so very much mine.
He erupts again, his back arching up off the couch, his legs wrapped around my head. I feel him squeezing my face with his thighs. I love it.
I love this.
I know now why they forbid those they deem unworthy from partaking in this ritual. It is incredible. I can only imagine how Vyastil at the clinic must struggle not to lose their grip on whothey are when a human spills on their tongues. If it is always like this, this ecstasy that cannot be described in words, it must ruin them knowing they cannot have more.
“I want you to fuck me,” he cries out, thrusting my face down on his cock. “Put your cock in me. Please.”
“I need it. Need you.”The sound of those words is in my head, but they do not come from me, and I know I am not imagining them.
I peer up at him, but he is not looking at me. His eyes are closed, his mouth too, but his throat is making glorious moans.
In this moment, I do not want to stop sucking. I want to continue to consume him because when I stop, I must stop forever. This is just a remedy for a mistake. It is not something I can do again.
But he is begging, my name a prayer on his lips.
