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twenty-five

LUCA

Eissa has his mouth wrapped around my cock, his tongue doing things that make my eyes cross. It’s mid-afternoon, and he cornered me in the main room, pushing me down against the small sofa, spreading my legs, and taking me.

I am moaning and thrashing, my tunic simply useless, the front splayed open, my cock hard and aching between his lips. I don’t know why companions ever bother with clothes. They’re useless.

Eissa’s chest gives off a soft vibration, and I can’t help but curl my hands against his ears and tug. I like the feel of the metal rings beneath my fingertips, and the way his ears flutter at my touch. There is so much that can be said with his ears.

And I know that right now, he’s enjoying himself.

I am too. I’d like to enjoy it more than once, but Eissa has hidden the herb that makes humans come over and over, so I don’t know how to make myself give him what he actually wants.

I beg him to let me. Please, Eissa. I can give you so much more than this.

No, not now, my Luca. Not now.

Why not? I want it.

I feel him shudder. I want it too, but I cannot. I will lose control.

I want to see that. I want to feel it.

Enough. Enough, please, he begs with a desperation he probably doesn’t feel often.

I let it go, disappointment rushing through me. But then his hands push my knees up against my chest, his throat swallowing around me. I cry out, and I feel the soft push of something against my hole. I know it’s his tail, the blunt edge wet from something. His slit? Lube? I don’t know. I just know how good it feels, working its way inside.

I want that. Want to be split open by his cocks, to be bred by him. I know it’s not possible, but I want it all the same.

The blunt edge pushes in, and I feel the slight pop as it moves, the muscle contracting around the pulsating ridge. Then the vibrations around my cock intensify, and my body bows up, my cock erupting into his mouth.

He swallows it, like he always does, his body sagging against mine, his ears twitching. It’s only when he sits up, his gaze shifting to the door, that I realize someone is here.

Eissa’s long tongue swipes out and rolls over his lips, the lingering cum disappearing, and then he’s up. He moves to the door, his shoulders tense, and his tail whips out behind him like it’s ready for an attack. The sight of it has me sitting up, pulling my tunic around me tightly as I watch the door swing open.

And then in walks Lucie, his eyes tentative and cold as he assesses the house he’s walking into.

Right behind him is Dhoryn.

Lucie’s eyes meet mine, and his mouth breaks out in a wide smile.

I ignore the Vyastil, who are staring at each other, and swing up from the couch, lunging toward my friend. Or whatever he is. But he knows sign and can communicate with me. It’s so rare here on Erethar.

“Hi,” I see him mouth as his hand clasps mine and he pulls me to another room. I can feel Dhoryn’s eyes on me, on us, watching us until we are no longer in their line of sight.

Once we are free from prying eyes, he lets my hand fall and his own lift. ‘Oh my god! So good to see you. When Dhoryn said we were going somewhere today, I had no idea what to expect. I thought it would be another blow job against a rock…’ He grins at me and clasps my hands again, squeezing gently. I do the same, feeling grounded for the first time in ages.

‘What’s his sign name?’ My fingers lift, and I fingerspell his name slowly, trying to piece together the letters. Lucie nods and then drags a D handshape down the side of his mouth.

‘Why that?’ I ask, and Lucie shrugs.

‘Something I gave him when I was first contracted to him. He’s always frowning. Always serious. I’ve never seen him smile.’

I understand that, so I nod.

‘And yours?’

I show him my name sign, a smattering of freckles up my cheek, and then he asks for Eissa.