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I stroked even harder, craving the pain.
And fuck her for everything that’s happened since, for showing back up on my ship and obliterating my world again.
My molars gritted, the water slapping as I fisted myself harder, my balls starting to tingle with release, my mind giving over to the pleasure.
Something shifted the moment I let go. It was so natural and almost expected that it took me a moment to understand the change, to recognize the buzzing in the back of my brain, digging in deeper to not break the fantasy.
I could feel her in the room, crawling into the tub, her hands slipping up my thighs as she lowered herself into the tub with me. A gasp hitched my throat, feeling her tongue slide up my cock.
Fuck. It. felt. So. Gods damn. Real.
My knuckles curled into the lip of the tub, my hips rolling forward, sensing her mouth wrap around me, sucking at my dick. My eyes rolled back in my head with a loud groan at the sensation of her fingers digging into my ass, taking me further down her throat.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my mind even feeling her hair between my fingers as I grasped the back of her head, fucking her mouth with punishing thrusts. I could feel her tonsils, every tendon and muscle gripping my swollen cock. A strangled roar came from me, the water splashing all over the floor as my hips bucked. “Take it deeper, kitten,” I gritted, my hand feeling the back of her head as I pushed my dick deeper into her throat.
Her tongue and lips sucked me until every vessel popped behind my lids, her throat retracting as I released with a bellow. She swallowed my cum as my hips drove twice more into her before my body went limp, sagging back into the tub, my brain scrambled, and my lungs gasping for air.
What the fuck?
I blinked, my head shooting up, my eyes going straight down, like I would actually see her in the bath with me. But nothing was there besides the few inches of water remaining around my frame. Yet my cock still tingled with the imprint of her tongue and the warmth of her mouth—and not a drop of my release was anywhere on me or in the water.
Darting out of the tub, I grabbed the small, threadbare towel and wrapped it around me, feeling anxious and edgy. My hands rubbed at my forehead and through my wet hair.It was just in my mind. Completelymy imagination. Except my imagination had never beenthatgood.
What was happening to me? This no longer felt like something I could ignore or pretend away, but that was all I wanted to do. Run. Deny. Hide. Imagine it never happened.
Striding into the room we all shared, my gaze drifted over the space. One lamp flickered on a side table, allowing me to make out the shapes in the room.
Cooper and AB were curled up on one bed. Sprig, holding Pam, slept on a pillow by Annabeth’s head near the door. Katrina, with her back to me, was on the bed near the window. Somehow I knew she was awake, but like her, I feigned she was slumbering along with everyone else, quietly pulling on a pair of torn cotton pants.
The owner’s wife let us dig through the lost and found, getting a few cleaner items to wear until the market down the way opened in the morning.
Without thinking, my body herded me to the bed with her, yearning to curl around her, but my brain twisted me back for the chair in the corner. Sitting in the creaky old wooden seat, I puffed out a long exhale, staring out the soot-covered window, noticing the contradiction of pricey abandoned cars next to now valuable wooden wagons and horses. Singapore, Shanghai, and here were all the same. People were trying to change, adapt to the environment, but the instinctual dictatorship mindset was making them fall into ruin, more being taken from the citizens who were barely surviving as it was. When the top was too heavy, it toppled over and destroyed everyone.
My gaze went over the crowns of the buildings, seeing just a glimpse of the fae palace on the other side, glowing brightly.
The nectar was there somewhere, and this newly oriented leader would become the most powerful in the world, even over Lars, the moment he made everyone aware he had it.
My gaze slid over Annabeth to Katrina, then back to the flag waving in the distance.
Whomever he was, he wasn’t ready for me.
Chapter 12
Katrina
Following the group to the market, I stayed far behind, my mood already sour, my tight muscles needing to stretch and work out. Every morning up till a month ago, I worked out on the deck. A routine Master Yukimura had shown me when I was a girl, training my mind to center itself to control my emotions. Which I couldn’t seem to do anymore.
My lids compressed against the morning sun streaming down the street, my muscles aching from being locked in a tight ball all night. I had barely let myself breathe when Croygen stepped back in the room, ordering myself not to think, not feel his every move and breath across the room.
The morning hadn’t diminished the “dream,” the taste of him still lingering on my tongue.
Digging the heel of my palm into my eye, I scrubbed at the vision that had claimed me after my bath the night before. I had been drifting off to sleep, and my mind drifted as well, following him down the hall into the bathroom. It had been so clear, every detail of the surroundings and him, as if I were really there. I had stared unabashedly at his naked, muscular physique leaning back in the tub, his eyes closed, his cock hard, sticking far up out of the waterline, his hand sliding down his shaft. My mouth watered, my pussy dripping for him, and the “dream me” had no qualms about doing what she wanted. Climbing in, I had taken him in my mouth… it had felt so real. I heard his moans, felt his fingers digging into my scalp, pushing my head down until my eyes streamed with tears. I jolted awake, my eyes watering and throat sore. I was painfully horny, his cum sliding down my throat.
Throbbing at the memory, ire jolted my spine, and I peered around the street as if my dirty thoughts had been seen. I was on the cusp of losing it, and on top of that, I needed food, coffee, and a fucking pair of pants.
The skirt I found in the lost and found box was annoying the hell out of me. The cheap static material clung to my thighs, feeling worse than just wearing Croygen’s shirt with no underwear for the last couple of days.
Smells of cooking food made my stomach growl the moment we stepped into the market hall. Most of the booths were full of trinkets people pulled from their own homes to sell, some with very limited essentials like toilet paper or salt, but most tables were empty. The market was more shoppers than goods. Not many countries outside the Unified Nations were producing products, making it harder for people to get items, driving the costs of simple items far out of range.
