Page 44 of Baited

Izzy puts her little chin on my chest, looking up at me for what seems the longest time.

“You didn’t like being touched…” she says.

“I don’t, except by you,” I interject.

“And when you have a tattoo.”

I huff at her. “That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“There is a purpose, a pain, an outcome, like in the dome and the games.”

“And what about me? What about my touch? Where is the purpose in that?” she asks.

“Mating,” I rasp, my pants impossibly tight. “I have to mate you.”

The burning in my shoulder serves to heat me, make me want Izzy more than I already do. The mere fact her skin is against my skin is sending shockwaves deep into my crotch. The thought, the mere thought of mating her in this chair is almost enough to tip me over the edge.

Then she puts her lips on mine.

Time stops.

I vaguely hear Voyon roaring about something, but I don’t pay him any attention. Not when I have my Izzy and our mouths are touching. Her tongue tangles with mine, and the pleasure is immense. Better than a laser tattoo, better than being in the arena. Not as good as being sheathed in her, but I know I will be again soon.

She pants as I release her.

“My cocks will explode again if you continue with your ky-ss,” I take her hand and place it over the bulge in my clothing.

I’m so close to the edge, so vrexing close…

Izzy smooths down my length, pressing the outline into my pants. If she touches me any more…

Voyon starts with the laser, and my cocks jerk upwards. The pain is intense and with Izzy so close to me, I’m not sure which part of my body is going to give first.

I can’t control this. I can’t control myself, and all the nerve endings within me are firing at once. I need her, I need the pain, I need the dark and the light if I am to be me.

If I am to be…

“Hey.” Izzy is gently cupping the side of my face. “You were dreaming.”

My wing feels like it’s gone dead, and my muscles scream slowly into the abyss as I come back to life.

“The dark and the light,” I rasp. “Gone now.”

“Voyon is done, but I let you sleep a little longer. You need it,” Izzy says with a smile.

Her smile…for me.

“I need you,” I reply, sitting up and stretching out my wings as far as they will go before they hit the walls and dragging her close to me. “I was dreaming about you.”

“Explains some of the noises you were making.” She laughs and puts her hand on my chest.

My cocks jerk at her touch. I want her, like I wanted her in my dream, but I also want…

“Hungry,” I say. “I’m hungry.”

“There’s got to be somewhere to eat around here.”

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