“Palepears?” Dravik scoffs. “Hoarfrost tubers will provide much more nutritional value. You should offer those first.”
Rhune scowls. “But shelikespalepears.”
“Well, then she can have a palepearaftershe eats a tuber.”
I shoot a glare at Dravik. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old woman. I can have dessert before my veggies if I want.”
“Yeah!” Rhune agrees enthusiastically. “She can have whatever she wants, and I will provide it for her!”
Aw. He’s so cute, it almost makes me forget that I’m angry with Dravik.
Almost.
“You heard Rhune,” I say with a glare. “I can have what I want.”
Dravik is far from swayed. “Tuber first. You are in a strange world that is harsh on your human physique. You need proper sustenance.”
He makes a good point. But… fuck him. This is about my pride.
“I want the palepear.” I hold out my hand, narrowing my eyes at Dravik as I wait for Rhune to place it in my palm.
Rhune grins brilliantly, and he’s about to do so when Dravik lets out a ferocious growl, freezing him in place.
“Rhune, don’t you dare!”
I scowl. “Rhune, give me the damn fruit.”
Rhune looks back and forth between me and Dravik with a whine building in his throat. “I don’t know what to do…”
Dravik rolls his eyes, snatching the fruit out of Rhune’s grip before either of us can react. With his free hand, he grabs a hoarfrost tuber and shoves it toward my mouth.
“Take a bite.”
I turn my head away, resolute. “Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re being a dick about it.”
Dravik growls, clearly unaccustomed to being disobeyed. “Rhune?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to hold Willow?”
“I do!” Rhune grins, reaching over and pulling me into his lap without another thought.
“Hey! Unhand me!” I wriggle and try to get free, but his arms wrap around me, holding me tight to his chest. To make matters worse, the more I move, the harder his cock grows, pressing into my back with an insistence that has heat flooding my face.
Dear lord…
I’m so distracted by Rhune and his mega-cock that I don’t realize Dravik is inching the tuber closer to my mouth. The hard tip presses against my lips, and I gaze up at Dravik in surprise.
“Just one bite. Then I’ll give you all the palepears you want,” he says, his voice surprisingly soft. “Please? For my peace of mind?”
Damn these demons and their convincing ways…
Sighing, I open my mouth, taking a small bite of the strange root. It’s not nearly as bad as the first time I tried it, and I’m pretty sure I could actually survive on these if I was forced to. I won’t enjoy it, but as long as it’s nutritious and keeps me alive in this tundra, I can suffer through it.
