Page 45 of Dark Fey Captive

Hit her in the eye.

I stared in horror even as my seed kept spilling out. All the rules about coming on a female filled my mind. I had broken every one of them. She would never forgive me. Never speak to me.

Arena screamed.

I thought it was because of what I’d done, and scrambled to think of an apology. Then, I saw her fear and followed her gaze to the door.

An infected stumbled over the threshold.

Releasing my cock, I caught the infected by the throat and dragged it back outside, where I removed its head. I stood there in the front yard, cock still twitching with its final discharges, and let my head hang in regret.

Every dream of having a female take my cock into her mouth never came close to how it felt in reality. Better than anything ever. The warmth. The sensation of her tongue.

A shiver ran through me.

“D-did it bite you?” Arena asked behind me.

I shook my head.

“Turn around and let me see.”

Filled with shame, I slowly faced her.

Her gaze swept over me as my seed dripped from her earlobe and jaw.

“I am sorry, Arena.” My voice did not sound like my own. Guilt made it quiet. Rough.

She let out a shaky breath and met my gaze.

“Now can you fix the door? Please? I won’t be able to relax enough to do that again until I know nothing is going to come barging in.”

Again?

She wanted to use her mouth to…

I swallowed hard, the intense devotion I felt for her consuming me.

“The water works here,” I said. “I will wash your hair for you when I finish fixing the door.”

She nodded, tilted her head, and wiped some of my seed from her ear.

“Washing sounds good. I wonder if this place has any ear swabs.” She mumbled something about an ear infection as she turned to go back inside, and I hurried after her.

“Let me heat some water first,” I said, using the deadbolt to secure the door.

She followed me into the kitchen and watched me fill a pot. It took me a few minutes to turn on the gas for the stove. Once the water was heating, I turned to Arena.

“The house has no shampoo.”

“Don’t even think about leaving until the door is fixed,” she said with a warning scowl.

I nodded, glancing at my seed drying in her hair, then at the door. The frame was cracked. I knew what I would need to fix it, but…

“Can you use the deadbolt while I search the house across from this one for what I need?”

“Do you promise only to go across the street?”

“I swear.”