Page 5 of Invidia

Oh. That was reassuring to know. I’d sort of assumed female Shades’ lady bits were made of more durable stuff, and I’d been worried that would make me vulnerable with a Shade partner who might not comprehend how delicate I was.

There were no human doctors here, and I didn’t want to have to stitch up my own vagina.

“Is it true you can take a knot?” Evrin asked eventually.

“Is it true you have a knot?”

He laughed, a rich, warm sound that traveled down the length of my body. “It is.”

Can I see it?

I didn’t say that, of course. I just thought it. I had to work the conversation in that direction in a natural, flirtatious way that definitely involved both of us getting naked in this bush.

In the back of my mind was a small voice valiantly trying to remind me that I, a) wasn’t an exhibitionist, and b) was probably just ovulating. But I ruthlessly silenced that little traitor because I didn’t want to hear it.

Evrin’s inhale was shamelessly deep. “What does that scent indicate? If it’s mere curiosity… well, it’s certainly enticing.”

“It’s a little more than curiosity,” I admitted raspily. “But there is that, too. I won’t pretend that I haven’t been nervous about the logistics of it all. I’m very… intrigued about how it all works.”

There was another low, rumbling laugh that seemed to come right from the depths of Evrin’s chest. “That makes two of us. This is probably an incredibly inappropriate suggestion, but if you wanted to see, just for exploratory purposes—”

“Yes.”

Way to play it cool, Tallulah.

My new friend—surely we were friends if he was showing me his dick—swept aside his shadows like he was opening curtains, revealing a thick, semi-hard penis lying against his thigh. I did my best to tamp down my reaction, not wanting to freak Evrin out, but I’d always been a very visual person.

And it was so smooth, disrupted only by ridged veins that I wanted to trace with my tongue.

It was the prettiest dick I’d ever seen.

“The knot forms here,” Evrin said, circling a claw oh-so gently at the base of his cock. “It swells once we reach completion. With Shade partners, we pull back so that the knot is on the outside as it causes them pain without adequate preparation. But there are rumors that the Hunters can… accommodate that part of our anatomy.”

“I suppose we’re kind of stretchy,” I replied absently, still admiring his dick. I’d been desperate to see what all the hype was about since the moment I got here, just not desperate enough to actually get naked with any of the Shades courting me to make it happen.

My control-top panties were growing alarmingly damp, but Ophelia had warned us that we produced extra lubricant around Shades to accommodate them. While my brain was still catching up, my vagina knew exactly what to do.

Evrin froze, his cock hardening right in front of my eyes. When he inhaled this time, there was no languid playfulness to be found, but the intensity that replaced it seemed to work just as well for me. “Your scent…”

“It’s a little more than just ‘fine’ now?” I hazarded with a breathy laugh.

The sound he made wasn’t quite a growl, but it was certainly close. It caused a faintly cramping sensation before another flood of arousal saturated the gusset of my panties.

“Can I move closer, Tallulah?”

Fuck. Me.

Just the way he said my name did strange things to my ovaries.

“Yes.”

Evrin pushed the foliage over my head out of the way, angling his body slightly over mine, and dipping his head down while I tipped mine back so his nose could settle at the crook of my neck. His hair brushed against my jaw—the leathery texture of it oddly erotic against my skin. It was a reminder of just how very unhuman he was.

“That is…” Evrin took another long draw of my scent like he was settling down to his favorite meal at the end of a long day. “…exquisite. That answers a lot of my questions all on its own.”

I laughed breathily, hyperaware of my body now that it was in such close proximity to his. The tight boning of my dress, the sudden achiness of my nipples, the increasingly sticky fabric of my panties. How long had it been since I’d had sex? Since I’d even been touched by someone—sexually or otherwise?

The incessant overthinking buzz in my head was blessedly quiet.

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