Page 27 of Baited

“I like pain,” I say. Because I do. “I like swords, and I like to kill.”

Somehow it doesn’t seem the same when I’m here with her.

“So, I can touch you with the point of a sword, but not with my hands?” Izzy says over the sound of water dripping.

“It’s...” I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why I hate to be touched, only that I do.

She slowly wipes the cloth over my forehead and down to my jaw, then repeats the action on the other side.

It feels amazing.

My cocks are hard, both of them, even my second cock which rarely does anything. They’re straining as if they need to be somewhere else, and it hurts worse than my abdomen.

“Is this okay?” she asks.

I mumble words.

“When you had the fever, you liked it when I touched your wings,” Izzy says.

“Wings,” I murmur

I’ve lost any real ability I had to string a sentence together. I can feel how weak I am. I can feel the tug of the medicine tube in my arm, which I dislike intensely.

Something touches the shoulder of my wing, going deep into my feathers. Rather than flinch away from it, I can’t because it’s instantly made me go limp.

With an effort, I turn my head to see Izzy has her fingers in my feathers.

I’m in her lap.

I’m in her bed.

She is touching me.

I groan under my breath as Izzy’s fingers go deeper. She’s wearing the necklace I found in the arena, the little sparkles dancing like the light in her eyes.

“Don’t…stop.”

She traces her other hand down the side of my face, smiling.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m…Ah!” Without any warning, my hips jerk up and my cocks explode.

Bliss and terror and delight roll through me as I’m unable to stop my sudden, delicious emission.

All I can do is gaze up at Izzy, the cause of everything good which is happening to me.

“Did you…?” She glances down at my crotch area briefly.

“Yes,” I say, at once satisfied and pleased with myself. “My cocks have made a mess.”

She inclines her head to the side.

“Because?”

“You touched me.”

“Is this why you didn’t want to be touched?”

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