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Dante and Cielo are both silent, and my heart drops. Oh shit. Did someone cut off his fucking wings? I know that Zinni is missing a tail, and that’s the whole reason he came to Earth, so maybe…
Anger boils up inside of me, and my hands clench into fists.
“I don’t know what happened,” Dante goes on, “just that Luca said it was a punishment.”
“But he will not seeerveeeve long here,” Cielo cuts in.
“Why?” I ask. Worry hits me like a freight train. “Is that why he seems so sick?”
Cielo nods, his face drawn. “The Vorthex…they need…”
Fuck. I’m about to get actual answers. “I know it’s not cum.”
He shakes his head and then nods. “Yessss and no.”
Frustration bubbles up inside of me. “Can you elaborate, please? I’ve been trying to figure this out for months, and no one will say anything, and he just keeps getting sicker!” I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders. “Sorry. It just sucks not being able to help.”
Just as I say that, the door opens and Vyrian walks in, his eyes blinking behind the binoculars. “Help with what?”
“My boss. He’s a Vorthex,” I blurt before realizing that maybe telling a Vyastil I don’t know is not a good idea.
But Vyrian looks more pleased than anything. “Oh, the Vorthex are fascinating,” he says, interjecting himself into the conversation. He angles the binoculars at me as he continues speaking. “They live in the sky above Erethar and require male human holes for survival…” I blink at him, but he’s not finished. “They have a fascinating anatomy and breeding procedure.”
“Vyrian,” Dante says softly, but he doesn’t stop; he just moves the binoculars around the room, looking at everything he can.
My throat goes dry as I attempt to swallow. “What do you mean by…by holes?”
“Holes are humans who are meant to milk the Vorthex several times a month during their cycles. If they are not milked, they cannot survive. But what is more fascinating is the extra extremity that appears during each session…”
“Vyrian,” Dante says again, but he carries on, too caught up in his explanation.
“…they have a…I do not know the human word, but it appears from beneath the Vorthex cock and attaches to the small human penis to consume the human seed…”
“Vyrian!” Dante says loudly, finally making him stop.
“Have I said too much?” he asks, and Dante runs a hand down his face. I do the same, my skin hot and fevered.
“Yes, I think you might have… Go get our guest some water. He looks like he’s going to pass out.”
I mean, that’s not what’s happening right now, but I could use a cold drink. Maybe a beer.
Because I’m hard as fuck right now, thinking about bending over, Hepyn using my hole to milk his cock and…according to the monster before me, he’ll milk me too.
What the fuck? Why do I like that?
A cold glass is shoved into my hand, and I take a long gulp, feeling the cool liquid move down my throat. It allows me a moment to process. How long has Hepyn been here? How long has he gone without? How much longer does he have to survive?
Everyone is watching me cautiously, and when I finally find my voice, I ask the only question I’m able to voice.
“So, if I bend over and become his hole, he’ll get better?”
They blink back at me, and I know I have my answer.
I’m halfway to my car before Dante catches up with me, Vyrian at his heels. I already have it in my head what I want to do—no, what I need to do—but I can see it on Dante’s face that he’s going to try to stop me.
But I’m not about to let Hepyn die. I don’t care that he doesn’t like me. I don’t care that he probably wouldn’t do the same if our situations were reversed. I just don’t have it in me to let him suffer.
“Look, if you’re going to try to talk me out of this—” I start.
