Page 8 of Restraint

Humans could be so, so fragile. Jamie would become hardier by absorbing Noh’s come, but it was important in themeantime to make sure he was okay. Jamie’s care was Noh’s number one priority.

When Noh finally stopped coming, he left his thick fingers inside Jamie to plug him up while his body absorbed Noh’s come and went about cleaning the rest of Jamie up. He dissolved the ropes one by one, pulling them back into his own body and checking over the marks left on Jamie’s skin. They were pink to red in some areas, but already Noh could see them going away.

If Noh had already gained some resilience to light, he wondered how much of himself Jamie had gained. He’d never used ropes on Humans before, so he had no idea if the way the marks were fading was normal, or accelerated for a Human.

He knew that some Human injuries could take ages and ages to heal. Hm.

After all the ropes were gone, Noh extended an arm to find the shorts Jamie had been wearing, that he’d carelessly tossed to the floor. Noh had watched the scowl on Jamie’s face the last two times he’d woken naked, and how his mate had fussily found and pulled on his shorts.

Noh preferred his mate stripped down, all of his prettiness on display, but he had to do what was best for Jamie. He needed to be a good mate.

So with some maneuvering, he slid the shorts back up Jamie’s legs and pulled himself out of Jamie’s hole briefly to slide them fully on.

Still, the legs of the shorts were loose enough for Noh to pull aside and peek under. He looked at Jamie’s gaping hole, and the black come that started to ooze out. Gently, he scooped it up and pushed it back inside, leaving himself in there once more, Jamie’s tight walls around him.

Noh had no idea how long Jamie would sleep for, but the longer he did, the longer Noh could stay with him, so he would be careful and quiet. The storm was still raging outside, theroom dark except for the glow coming from that one lamp in the living room.

He slid another part of himself up and over Jamie’s cock. It was soft now, but Noh sucked it into his mouth and let it rest there. If Jamie slept long enough, Noh might be able to rouse him to fullness and swallow down another spill as his mate rested.

A perfect morning if there ever was one.

Some time later, Noh was able to do just that. The storm continued the rest of the morning, and it lulled Jamie into a deep sleep. Noh listened to the rain and Jamie breathing, and carefully coaxed the Human’s cock to hardness again, giving him the softest, easiest orgasm he could.

He kept Jamie’s come in his mouth for a long time after that, sliding the taste around as he savored it.

Around noon the storm tired itself out and real sunlight started to come back. Noh shrank himself down under Jamie’s shorts, staying until the heat on his back grew to threatening levels. He righted the blankets around Jamie as he pulled away, tucking him in.

When Noh crept back into the shadows it was with the taste of Jamie still on his metaphorical tongue, and pleasure thrumming in his body.

Soon, he would be strong enough for the sun. Noh just knew it.

Soon.

Chapter 3: Jamie

Jamie woke slowly with the kind of disorientation only a daytime nap could bring. He opened his eyes and the bedroom ceiling was above him. The one he was starting to default to, instead of waking confused as to why there were no cracks or mold spots above him.

The sun was bright and clear through his windows, and a glance in that direction showed blue skies. He pushed himself up to sitting slowly, trying to reorient himself.

It was afternoon. Wednesday.

He’d woken up this morning and it had been storming. He’d decided on a lazy morning in, had made himself breakfast and tea, had gone to the couch and…

The memories directly following that were of an entirely different sort. The prickling unease at the back of his neck had convalesced into a real, tangible fear.

A spider. A horrific thing that had scuttled out of the shadows of his living room. It had been six–no–eight feet tall with a dozen glowing eyes. A monster that had left him tripping over himself to escape.

Jamie scanned the room now, but there was nothing. There were hardly any shadows in the room at all with how bright the sunshine was. Jamie had sworn he’d been awake, had sworn he’d seen that thing and it had been real.

Now that felt… impossible. Like the ravings of someone who was off their rocker.

He pushed down his blankets, but he wasn’t even naked. He was wearing the shorts he’d been wearing earlier. He spotted his shirt discarded on the floor. He didn’t remember removing it himself, he only remembered the nightmare creature doing that.

It had tied him up and touched him. Fucked him. Made him come.

Impossible.

Jamie turned his hands one way and then another, then checked his ankles. He expected to see some kind of evidence from how tightly the rope had been gripping him, but there was nothing there. No discoloration, no rope burn.

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