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I know the Sabik said they were fresh and more potent, and only to take one, but I figured he was just being overly cautious. I want to make sure it works.

I want to make sure Eissa gets his fill.

I swallow the bitter taste, and almost immediately my body starts to tingle, my mind growing lightheaded as all the blood rushes to the space between my legs.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

I gasp, my hands grabbing onto my hard and aching cock, stroking it roughly, the need to get off almost unbearable.

Eissa, I call out, my body falling onto his bed, my hips thrusting up into the air.

A moment later, Eissa is in the doorway, his movements frantic. But then he inhales, his eyes raking over me, and he stalks forward.

‘Did you take it?’ he asks as he rips the tunic from my body, leaving me completely bare.

‘Yes.’

‘You never obey,’ he signs, his eyes landing on my cock, my hand shuttling up and down it. It’s not working, though; the relief I need can only come from his mouth.

“Please. Please,” I beg aloud. I feel my voice crack and he falls to his knees, engulfing me entirely.

It’s all I need to come. I erupt almost immediately, feeling his throat work around me as he swallows. And he doesn’t stop.

I lie there writhing, my hands clutching his ears as he takes me over and over, my body filling only to be emptied again. My mind floats, pleasure and euphoria pulsing through me, my body floating through a hazy fog.

My Luca, I hear him say, the suction around my cock almost painful now, but it’s not over. You are delicious. I do not want to stop. I cannot stop.

Don’t then. Don’t stop. I hold on to him tighter, keeping his face against my groin, his tongue doing most of the work, his tongue ring driving me over the edge once more.

I lose track of time, my mind moving between consciousness and reality, my body squeezing tightly before feeling as if it’s going to burst once more. Over and over until I find myself almost distraught when it’s done, when Eissa falls against my thighs and rests his head against my groin.

He’s not moving, and for a moment I worry I killed him, but when I feel his body jerk, I realize he’s hiccupping.

Cum drunk. Literally.

I’d laugh if I weren’t so wrung out.

My heavy hand settles against his head, and I run it across his hair, soothingly. My cock is soft against his mouth, and I gasp when he pulls the head between his lips, letting it rest there, right against his tongue. He suckles gently, and I close my eyes.

Are you okay? I manage to finally ask, my mind open wide at the moment, too exhausted to keep part of it shut away. I wonder if his is the same.

Yes. I am perfect. That was… His thoughts filter away, and I catch glimpses of the two of us, not images of us now, but in a few years. I don’t know how I can tell, but I seem older, and there’s a rhythm between us we don’t yet have.

In them, Eissa and I are together, his arms around mine, his tail wrapped around my waist, our naked bodies writhing against one another. My legs are spread, his cocks tunneling in and out of me, so large and thick that I can see the imprint of them pushing up against my stomach, as if they’re going to burst through.

It’s so fucking erotic.

‘I’m going to breed you.’

I feel the honesty in his words, and his need to mark me in that way. I feel his eagerness to watch as I grow round with his seed. It is pure and utter lust, the desire to possess someone, but there, beneath it, surrounding us is love, and I wonder if this is what he hopes for us one day. If this is what he wants.

To possess me? Love me? To make a life with me?

It gives me hope, my heart full, but then, with an intake of breath, it switches.

A scream, red-rimmed eyes, blood-soaked clothes.

Pain.