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“No. I will do this.”

“The bathroom is to your right,” the doctor said, placing my band-aid.

He disappeared into the bathroom the doctor had indicated.

“Remember to record how often,” the doctor said, handing me a small notebook and pen. “Noting the frequency and quantity you manage to ingest is key. If possible, I would like to draw samples at consistent twelve-hour intervals between five and ten a.m. and p.m. Do you have a time preference?”

“I think nine will work well for me. I’m not sure about Hejun.”

“I’ve found that the fey are very willing to go along with whatever the female chooses. Do you have any other questions for me?”

“Why reciprocated?” I asked. “I thought it was their semen that was giving immunity.”

“The case studies are based on how the already immune women described their experiences with their fey. I don’t want to discount saliva as being important. That’s why I’ve broken it up into four groups. I’m testing frequency as well as method.”

I nodded and looked at the bathroom door.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor said. “It usually doesn’t take them long.”

CHAPTER FOUR

HEJUN

What am I doing?

I stared down at the plastic cup in my trembling hand.

After she accepted my word that I would keep her safe, I’d thought I was bringing May here so she could tell the doctor she wasn’t interested. But that wasn’t what May had said.

“…we’ll join the fourth group…”

“…the fourth group will need to have reciprocated oral as often as possible…”

Had I just agreed to lick May’s pussy endlessly for an untold number of days?

My mouth watered, and my cock throbbed even as I shook my head. I couldn’t do it. She deserved better.

“…it’s okay, Hejun. If you’d rather not, I can?—”

If not me, she would choose someone else. I groaned softly and tried to think of a way to save her from this. She didn’t want me to lick her pussy; she wanted immunity.

“…reciprocated oral…”

“…the frequency and quantity you manage to ingest is key…”

“…ingest…”

“…ingest…”

May had not only committed to allowing me to taste her, but she would need to taste me as well. Her mouth would be on my cock. Sucking. Swallowing.

I fumbled with the lid, opening the cup quickly, before freeing my cock from my pants. I barely managed to lean forward into the tiny cup before I came so hard it felt like my balls were trying to climb into my body. Closing my eyes, I rode out the sensation and waited for the shaking to stop. Once it did, I sealed the dangerously full cup and washed my hands.

My gaze kept flicking to the cup.

The doctor wanted May to drink me. Often.

“…what’s the duration…”

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