Yes, that is what this is.
I just hope I don’t get in trouble. But even if I do, it was worth it.
And it kills me to know that it can’t happen again.
My rest has been strange since my banishment. My fatigue goes deeper than the physical wounds. It’s a sensation I didn’t fully understand then, and I still don’t, but it’s eased some. The near-rut Dante sent me into last night is still lingering just under my skin, but I’m sated in ways I didn’t expect.
And I can feel Dante in my head now, more than I could before. There’s an invisible, intangible thing connecting us. It speaks to old songs and legends told in quiet whispers. A state of being that the Vyastil in the capital have spent eons attempting to erase.
I never believed in them until now.
Until I could hear Dante’s thoughts as though they were my own. Until I could answer back to him. Command him. Begin to feel his pleasure as though it belonged to me.
I do not understand it. Dante’s hands, and mouth, and small hole have given me more relief than I thought I could ever have, and I realize that although I should fear the consequences of our actions, I do not.
I wish to see him fat with an egg, though I know that human biology is not wired that way. And I can accept it, but the lingering scent of the oyen on his breath as he exhales against me is a reminder of what we had last night.
Of what I want again.
Of the rules I’ve broken.
It wasn’t just taking him. It was drinking from him. It was ingesting what had been forbidden to me for my entire life. And it’s now knowing and experiencing what human cum does to my kind.
My mind is clear, my tongue loose. I feel safe, and happy, and connected to him in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Wrapping my tail tightly around him, I can’t help but tug him close, and he moans softly before opening one eye and peering up at me. For a moment, there’s only stillness and trepidation.
Will he be angry that the herbs robbed him of his control? Will he hate me for taking advantage of that, even if he knew what he was begging for?
He smiles, and something in my chest settles. “Good morning,” he murmurs. His arms wind around me, and I can feel his small, human cock thicken and press into my hip.
My own twitches inside me, and my mouth goes dry with the desire to suck him again. I violated so many commands, so many rules, and no one broke down our door, so perhaps Quilliyn has been right this entire time.
Perhaps it is something I can indulge in.
The fear keeps me from reaching for him, though. Instead, I kiss his jaw, lips soft and swollen.
“My Dante,”I say in my head, testing the connection.
He jolts, and his voice floods my mind.“Cielo.”Pushing up on his elbow, he traces a finger down my temple before it travels lower, tangling in my hair. “You heard that, right?”
I nod.
“Is that…I mean…” He licks his lips, and I want to follow the wet path with my own tongue. “That’s not something all Vyastil can do, is it?”
I shake my head. Swallowing heavily, I test the human words silently before I speak them. “No. Ssspecial.” They are not perfect, but they are far easier than they have been. I prefer to speak with my hands. The human languages are difficult and so different from our songs, but it is nice to be understood.
Dante lowers himself back down against me, his ear pressed to my chest. I know he’s listening to the beat of my hearts. His fingers drum out their rhythm against my ribs. “Last night.”
He doesn’t say anything after that.
“Ssorryyy,” I tell him.
He pushes up abruptly and stares at me. “For what?”
“Break rrrulllsss.” I take another breath. “Hurttt you.”
His eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. “No. You didn’t hurt me. Fuck the rules. And fuck the monsters who made them. You deserve better than that. I want you to take what I can give you. I know it helps.” He touches the corner of my mouth, and I lick his fingers playfully. His eyes go alight. He is so, so beautiful. “I won’t tell if you don’t, okay?”
