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"I…don't mind…you talking." I'm even able to get a few words out, which surprises me.
She huffs again, amusement in her voice. "I'm sure you don't." Her hand grips my shaft again and she slowly, gently, slides my foreskin up and down, using it to create friction on the base of my cock. It feels good, but not as good as her mouth, and I wonder if I'd be a demanding ass if I asked for her lips again. When she speaks, it's in a low voice, so soft I can barely hear it. "I talked to the scientist today."
"O-oh?"
"Maybe you shouldn't try to talk," Mina says helpfully. "Maybe you just listen." She moves her hand up, squeezing the underside of my cockhead, her thumb moving over the divot that leaks wet pre-cum all over her skin.
"Listen," I rasp. "Yes. I can listen."
The pad of her thumb skates through the wetness in circles, and my hips jerk in response. She leans in and gives my cock another lick, as if licking juice from a particularly ripe melon, and now I'll never be able to eat fruit without thinking of that. Her mouth is fascinatingly, glaringly pink against my gray flesh, and all the while, that messy, wet tongue drags over my cock as if I am the treat she's waited for all day. "No one can know you're a clone," she tells me between licks. "They're going to play you off as the real Crulden, and if anyone even hints otherwise, the scientist said they'll get rid of them."
I had guessed as much when they scarred me and Mina confessed her unwitting part in it. None of this surprises me.
"You have to keep acting like that Crulden." Her mouth is utterly distracting. "We can't let on. Your skin isn't red like the a'ani, which means you're illegal. I didn't think of it at the time but Lord Sir isn't going to want to be caught with an illegal clone. He'll get rid of the evidence. He'll get rid of you." She pauses, worry on her face. "Do you understand?"
I nod. "I'll be careful."
None of this is surprising to me. My life is worth nothing to the scientist or to Lord Sir. I'm only as useful as my winning streak. The moment I lose, I'm dead. Because of my notorious name—a name that isn't even mine—there'll be no regrouping or coming back from a loss. There will just be a brutal, ugly death.
It's another reason why I want to soak up all the moments I have with Mina. Because I know this can't last. I'm not one that's fated for happiness. I'm the monster in the story.
"You'll be careful," Mina says hotly, "because you need to stay alive until we figure out how to get the hell out of here." Her hand tightens on my cock and she gives my shaft an angry swipe with her tongue. Even when she's mad at me, she's still pleasuring me, and my chest tightens with hunger and need. "You and I are going to get free, somehow, but not if you keep pulling stunts like you did last night. Which is another thing I wanted to ask you about." She strokes my cock, working me with her hand expertly, and I close my eyes in ecstasy. "What the fuck were you thinking with that stunt last night?"
"S-stunt?" Her movements have gotten faster, rougher with her agitation, and I'm close to the edge. My sac tightens, drawing up, and I clench inwardly, trying to hold back so I don't blast her face with my seed. I can't think. All I can focus on is Mina's mouth. Mina's hand. I'm supposed to be listening—
Mina sighs, and her nails scratch up one of my hairy thighs, sending another shudder through my body. "You're useless and it's all my fault." She chuckles and squeezes my cock again. "FYI, it's totally fine for you to come in my mouth."
And before I can ask what “effwhyeye” means, her hot, suctioning mouth is on my cock again. She pulls me deeper, her slippery tongue gliding along the underside of my cock even as her other hand goes to my sac and gently strokes it.
"Unh." The sound rips out of me, fierce and guttural. My hand goes to Mina's soft, soft hair, as she takes me deep and sucks, and sucks, and sucks. I've never felt anything so good, and I can't last. I come with a growl, my body bowing off the bed, and all the while, Mina and her terrible, wonderful mouth keep working me. My seed floods her mouth and I'm dimly aware of the choking cough that she makes before she regroups, her tongue on my skin again as she licks me clean of my release, lapping up the spatters on my thighs and my belly, her hot little mouth determined and sweet.
