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He’s said my name more times in the last few hours than he has in the last week—like it’s a map to a land he doesn’t know and all he can do is keep checking it over and over.
Cupping his cheeks, I lift his face. “I need you to know something, Zeny.” His eyes slowly lift to meet mine. “I don’t regret what we did. Not any of it. Not even a little.”
He swallows and I follow the movement of his beautifully long throat. My hands drag down his lean torso and stop at his waist. “In fact, I’d really like to taste you right now.”
His breath is ragged. Again, all he can say is, “Vera.”
My name has never sounded so sweet.
I lift the black fabric tablecloth and slide down on my knees. He takes my shoulders and tries to pull me up, but I place one hand on his cock, hard and ready beneath his silky pants. I trace the outline with my fingers, and he curses.
I love that I can reduce him to cussing. Zenth so rarely does it.
He might not talk about his sex life with me, but I know he’s only had a few girlfriends. He’s not the type to fuck around. I’m fairly certain he’s never done anything this public, and I give him a second to stop me. If he doesn’t want me to do this, I won’t force it.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask.
“Fuck, no.” He rubs his hairless head and sighs. “But I want it.”
Looking up at him, I twist my hair off my shoulder, away from my face. “So do I.” I slowly lick my lips. “Plus, it’s about time I found out what the big deal is about Tamzell’s cum.”
“You’ve never been with a Tamzell?” He looks surprised when I shake my head.
I’ve had opportunities to be with Tamzell, but something about it always felt wrong. I thought it was because it would remind me of Zenth and be like fucking my brother. But there’s nothing familial about being with Zenth. He still feels like my best friend, but there’s nothing platonic or brotherly about any of this. Maybe the real reason I avoided sleeping with Tamzell is because some part of me knew Zenth is the only Tamzell for me. Maybe the only man for me.
That thought sneaks up and hits me like an electric shock. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. I want to keep exploring this, but those thoughts are way too serious. Especially when I don’t know what he’s thinking.
This moment is about exploration. Curiosity. Not head-over-heels commitment. I love Zenth. He’s my best friend. But am I in love with him? There’s clearly something going on here, but I don’t know what it is yet—just that I want to figure it out.
Without breaking eye contact, I curl my fingers around the waistband of his pants and gently pull them down. He lifts his hips to help, releasing his cock.
I touch him carefully at first. Almost reverent. He’s gloriously bare in front of me and despite where we are, there’s an intimacy in this moment. We’re trusting each other in a way that’s both vulnerable and evocative.
The rest of the room feels very far away. The light of the candle on the table reflects off Zenth’s face, making his features even sharper, his eyes even darker.
I grip the base of his long length in my hand and gently plant a kiss on the head. He twitches against my palm and a small bit of pre-cum pools at his tip. I lick it off. It tastes salty and sweet, with some kind of fruity undertone reminiscent of strawberries. Even that small amount makes me feel a little buzzed.
He slams his palms into the booth on either side of him. His body is so tense and his gaze so heated it feels like he could explode at any moment, like a reeved up engine.
I kiss and lick, tease until he’s squirming. It’s clear he wants to grab my head and take control, but he keeps his hands where they are and lets me do what I want with him.
I smile and swallow him whole, taking him as deep as I can. I suck and drink in the little beads of pre-cum like an offering. My muscles grow languid and tingly. My nipples rub against the velvet of the booth through the silk of my dress, as hard as gems. Pure hot pleasure pools between my legs.
With each taste of him, my arousal climbs higher. Floating. Soaring. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough of him.
Zenth
IfIdidn’tknowbetter, I’d think I was dreaming. But this is better than any sex dream I’ve ever had. Because it’s real, and it’sVera.
My sun, my everything, spreads my legs wider and takes me so deep she gags and has to pull back. But she quickly recovers and continues. She takes everything I give. Her eyes glaze over, and I know she’s feeling the Tamzell euphoria.
Since Tamzell women get pregnant through their throats rather than their vulva, the gods saw fit to make it feel good for them. Some women say that because of the effect of our cum, it’s feels just as good as having us between their legs.
Vera’s throat relaxes with each pull and she guides me deeper and deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She’s pure lust. Swirling her tongue over the sensitive spot just below my head. Hollowing her cheeks to suck harder. Fondling my balls until I can’t contain myself anymore.
I buck my hips, and she gives a satisfied hum. Fuck, she’s good. No—she’s amazing. Mind blowing.
I palm the back of her head and guide her in the rhythm I want. She responds immediately. In the background, a man cries out in ecstasy. People clap. The performance is over, and any minute, the lights will come back up.
