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I glance away again and his hand comes up, cupping my chin and forcing my gaze to him.

‘Who was it?’

I huff.

‘If I don’t tell you, will that make me a disappointment?’

Eissa’s nostrils flare, and he shakes his head. ‘No, you will never disappoint me, my Luca.’

My eyes sting, and I feel myself exhale before lifting my hand. ‘It was no one, just a stranger I let stay inside until the green clouds passed by.’

He stares at me long and hard, a prodding in my mind, but I shut him out. For some reason, I don’t want him to know. Not yet.

‘I do not like that they touched you.’

‘It was nothing.’

He doesn’t believe me, but he knows he won’t get anything else from me. Not right now. So he settles for sinking down against me, his body flush with mine, his face tucked into my neck, scenting me.

I arch up into him, unable to help myself. I love when he’s on me like this, possessing me, like he wants to devour the entirety of me. It makes me feel seen, makes me feel needed.

And I want to be needed by Eissa.

His body hums with pleasure as I continue to rub against him, his teeth raking against my sensitive pulse point. He must feel how my heart beats for him.

His tongue snakes out and licks at my skin, making me shiver, lust pooling low in my belly.

He shifts, peeling my tunic off, exposing me fully to him, and then proceeding to lick and kiss his way down my body, taking time to suck on my pierced nipples and then swirling his tongue around my navel. When he gets to my cock he rubs his cheek against it, my legs perched on both his shoulders.

His eyes lift up to meet mine, and we connect, my hand touching his face gently.

Then he pulls me into his mouth, sucking me just like he always does.

Like he’s never had anything so good in his life.

And maybe he hasn’t. I’d like to think that.

I groan and arch up into his touch, my legs tightening around him as he pulls me into his throat, his tongue wrapped around me, making me lightheaded from the pleasure of it. When I come, I gasp, catching my breath, my body curled up into itself, my hands digging into his hair and pulling.

He hums, a low vibration in my balls.

But he doesn’t stop. Not there. No, instead he pushes my knees up into my chest. I can feel my hole opening and closing, wanting to be filled.

I want his cocks inside of me. Oh god, the stretch. Everest did say that there’s a breeding herb that allows us to open for them, to take their cocks fully.

I want that. I want it so fucking bad.

He pushes his tongue into me, and I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. The sensation of his wet tongue inside, the way it pulses and tugs on my prostate. It’s almost too much.

And yet never enough.

I hear him then, an odd sound moving through my mind.

I will have you. One day. I want to breed you. I want to see you fat with my egg.

Never in my life have I thought I’d want that too, but then I envision it: the two of us on Earth, a small mini-Eissa in my arms, his tail wrapped around my wrist. It makes something inside of me explode in sensation.

And then I realize my cock has erupted again, spilling my seed against my stomach.