Page 10 of Nidev and Lyric

She stared at him, confused. “Wait… if marriage is supposed to unlock your gifts, how exactly did thisbatbite manage it?”

That was the question of the hour, wasn’t it? “I’m not really sure,” he half lied.

“Well, if there’s a way to know, I would find it,” she advised.

“The bite unlocks lust,” he confessed, lowering his gaze for that one. “Apparently cognitive gifts don’t distinguish between that and marriage or it was the lust that did it all along.”

Her troubled look was layered with things that demanded he dissect each slowly. “Or maybe love and lust are so integral, it assumes both. Like… healthy food and junk food. Food is food but the quality defines the integrity of the power it produces.”

Fuck, she blew his mind and his cock. “I like your answer best,” he said, enticing more of her advice.

“So, what will you do?” she wondered, leaning forward with her forearms on her legs, back to his concerned helper.

“About what?”

“About… getting out of marrying? About figuring out the integrity of your… upgrade? And will this last if it’s not done right? Will the carriage turn back into a pumpkin and you lose it?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s a very strange expression.”

“Cinderella!” she cried. “The… never mind. What if you lose the abilities you’ve gained, then what?”

He considered that, then looked at her. “I’m hungry, would you care to stay for dinner?”

The question threw her, and she looked at her watch. “You’re eating late.”

He stood and went to the kitchen. “It’s been a crazy couple of weeks.”

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“I do,” he said, opening the fridge. “I’m afraid I need your help.”

“With what?” she asked, entering the kitchen and sitting at the small island.

“With this dilemma. How about a fried egg sandwich?”

“Oh. Yum. Sure.”

“You mind if I take a five-minute shower first?”

“Not at all. In fact, I can make the sandwiches while you do that. You got me hungry.”

“Perfect,” he said, setting everything on the counter for her. “You know where everything is.”

“Yes, go. My kitchen is nearly identical to yours.”

“Thank you. See you in five.”

Nidev hurried to the shower and turned it on to steaming hot as he ripped off his clothes. He entered and set the water flow to hammer and unhooked the shower head, sitting with it. He moved to the edge of the seat and opened his legs, aiming the thumping water at the head of his cock and balls while stroking himself and finally unleashing some of the fantasies burning him alive. “Oh fuck,” he gushed, rolling his hips nice and slow just like he’d done in his mind while fucking her mouth. His heightened gifts allowed him to nearlyfeelher throat pushing on the head of his cock.

So. Fucking. Good.

And so. Fucking. Bad.

He’d never allowed himself this far into the flames. But he needed to know what waited down at the bottom of it. He needed its very worst. Craved the hottest part. There was no denying that or finding a way to have it. As long as it was this. Him in his shower fantasizing things he had no business fantasizing. With her. Yes,her.

That fucking gloriousbite. It turned him inside out. He didn’t know this person he was. What if she was right? What if it passed and he’d be back to needing to do itcorrectly.

Fun sick fact: He didn’t care about losing the gifts, he cared about losing thelust.

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