“So, you and Q know each other from his world?” she asks. I nod as she peers up at me. “You know, he’s the first monster I ever met.” I stare at her, and she shakes her head. “Sorry, Vyastil. Fuck, that was rude of me.”
“It’sss okeeeey.”
“It’s not. I need to be more sensitive. You’re not monsters. Q especially. He’s…” she wets her lips. “He’s really hot. Is that weird for a human to say that about a Vyastil?”
I think about Dante and shake my head. I find him very hot. Especially when he is beneath me and writhing.
“Good, because I don’t want to be any weirder than I already am.” Then she leans over and says softly, “You want a latte?” I nod eagerly, and she gestures to the machine. “You go on. Show me what you got.”
When I’m done, she claps, and I find myself grinning.
“Well done. I don’t even think I need to teach you anything…well, except…how about I teach you latte art.” My eyes widen, and she bites her red bottom lip, and her eyes twinkle. “Let me show you what I mean. It’s very cool.”
She proceeds to use the milk to make a heart on top of the latte. I do not know why someone would want to do this when they will just drink it, but I am impressed.
I try it.
I do not succeed and make a very disappointed noise.
“Hey, it’s okay. Practice makes perfect,” she says, giving my arm a gentle pat.
I suppose she is right. I shall do my best to make everyone here proud, because I dread going back to the apartment and sitting alone, waiting for Dante to return home. It is lonely there, and even though I have my own room now, I find I do not want space from him.
Not right now, and perhaps not ever.
I want to wrap myself up in him and never let him go.
But I also do not want to bother Dante too much, so I focus on coffee, on making lattes, and adding little bits of art on the top. And I try not to think of Dante.
Once again, I do not succeed.
The day moves by quickly, and before I know it, Quilliyn tells me it is time to head home. I have enjoyed my time here and do not want to leave, but I am eager to see Dante once more.
“You are excited to leave. Was your day not enjoyable?” Quilliyn asks me in Eretharian.
“It was wonderful,” I reply. “I would like to come again.”
“I can put you on the schedule. Unofficially.” He glances around, then adds, “I have something for you. Payment.”
He hands me over a small vial of cum and cash.
I stare down at it. “This is too much.”
“It is not enough. Take it.”
I bow to him, and he sighs, making my ears flutter in response. I should no longer bow, but I cannot help it. He is superior to me in many ways.
“Go home to your Dante.” I glance at him, and his lip curls up, showing a bit of fang. “He is fun, is he not?”
A growl forms in my throat, and before I can stop it, it erupts from me, turning the heads of a few members.
Quilliyn lifts his hands and takes a step back. “I do not mean offense.”
I try to calm myself, but it is hard when he is talking about the human I feel belongs to me. I am only able to give him asmall nod of acknowledgement before turning and walking toward the door.
He may take offense, but I cannot help the primal part of me.
I have tasted Dante now. I have sucked from his life source and have found great pleasure in him.
