Page 38 of Presence

“Alright,” I say, mustering up some courage. “Just don’t hate me after I do this.”

“I could never hate you, Claire. Whatever it takes, whatever you think of—just do it. Trust yourself.”

Taking a deep breath, I try to shake off the stress, pushing aside all my doubts and focusing solely on him. Exhaling slowly, I slip out of the simple floral skirt I’ve been wearing since I entered this dreamscape this time. It’s roughened up by the forest anyway.

“I’m going to, uh… sit on your face, okay?” I warn him. God, this is crazy… His grunt in response sends a thrill through me, making my blood boil. Despite his pain, he manages a slight smirk, his jaw tensing with what I only call anticipation.

Somehow, he wants this. There’s not even a flicker of doubt crossing his features.

I never imagined that someone I care about would need to eat me out to survive, but that’s exactly the crazy thought that popped into my head. So, that’s what we’re going to do. I blame all those sleepless nights diving into books, fanfics, and webtoons for putting this wild idea in my mind.

As I crawl over to his head, my heart pounds. When I lower myself onto him, my breath catches. The moment his lips touch my clit, I have to bite my lip hard to stifle a moan.

It’s bad. It’s completely out of place. It’s wrong. But it also fires me up in the best way. My chest feels like it might explode. I’m nervous, worried, and honestly… turned on. I bite my lip.

Echo’s tongue flicks out, giving me a long, albeit weak lick from my entrance to my clit. He groans beneath me, bringing a frail hand to grab my ass, licking again, and making me let out a muffled, high-pitched sound. Then he catches me off guard. He pulls me closer, burying his whole mouth between my folds, and starts devouring me.

My legs begin to shake.

“Oh, Echo,” I say, the sound something between a gasp and a moan. Worry tinges my voice as I wonder if this might be too much for him, if the effort might make him feel worse. But right now, I can’t stop. I couldn’t move if I wanted to—he holds me too strongly.

That must be a good thing, right? He must be strong enough to…

Oh. Oh. Fuck!

His tongue pushes against me, pressing into my entrance and teasing the soft, silky muscles of my pussy. My voice catches, breaking into a soft, involuntary mewl.

“This… Wait…” I stammer, my words slurring as waves of sensations spread from my core to my belly, then through my limbs. He’s getting stronger, moving quicker, more agile, and full of life.

I turn to look at his body. The dark spots are still there, but the skin around them loses its gray hue, returning to that ethereal glow he used to have.

“Oh god,” I pant. “It’s working.”

But the thing is… he doesn’t just feed on my energy. He devours my pussy with an intensity that makes everything else disappear. It’s like he wasn’t on the brink of death just moments ago. He feasts on me like he’s been starving for this exact moment.

His nails trace over my ass, oblivious to my words. His tongue starts gentle, but then he digs in, holding my cheeks apart and plunging his tongue deep inside me. He teases, grazing my sensitive flesh with his teeth, sucking and probing like a man possessed.

“Echo,” I groan, hoping he can hear me. “It’s working.”

But I’m right there with him, losing myself. I bite my lower lip, the pain adding a sweet twist to the pleasure building inside me as I dig my fingers into the forest floor, nails scratching the soil.

“Yes,” he rasps underneath me. But even as his wounds close, his hunger isn’t sated. He presses his tongue deeper, and my muscles clench around him, desperate for more.

I don’t protest. No, not at all. I might have been scared before, but now, as my energy flows out of me in waves, building in my abdomen and pushing me to the edge, I don’t want it to stop. It feels divine. It doesn’t hurt at all. And even if it does, I can’t feel it because the pleasure is so strong it drowns everything else out.

“Please, don’t stop,” I beg, throwing my head up and feeling my throat stretch.

Humiliation flickers through me whenever a sliver of rational thought pierces the haze. Echo was supposed to be the one I healed, a dying man. Now, he’s the one tending to me, his groans mingling with the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at my juices.

It only arouses me more.

The forest hides us from the sun, darkness playing with rare rays of light in the air. It’s darker than it was the last time I was here. I should be scared. I should feel what I always do in the dark—fear. Instead, I experience something completely different. I am liberated, my blood buzzing with white-hot pleasure that lights me up from the inside.

“Mm, you’re so sweet, my Little Soul,” Echo croons. His fingers are reaching to my back now and slide down ever so slowly. He presses them into my ass crack and keeps sliding until he reaches the rim of my butt. There, he circles me slowly, eliciting another raw moan from me. “So very good.”

My legs shake so hard. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand this without tipping over the edge. My head gets dizzy. The world spins. Suddenly, I feel like I’m in the clouds.

“Oh god... Echo, oh, Echo,” I moan. My whole body trembles when he slips a finger into my ass, still moving it slowly, unlike his tongue. “I feel like I’m flying…”

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