Page 7 of Red Ruin
As I work my thumbs behind his ears, I make a point to check both sides for piercings.
Guiding doesn’thave to besexual, but when it is, it happens fast.
That’s why all Sentinels wear a custom-magic stud for health and contraception, tucked away where they can’t rip it loose mid-rampage. Sure enough, I hit a thin disc, mostly covered by the top fold of his hot ear.
Guides wear our earrings in the same hidden helix position, just slightly more dangly; ours are meant to be seen.
Worn on the right, it’s a red flag: already attached and not open to non-platonic guidance.
This Sentinel wears his stud on the left.
Left ear meansall clear.
I can touch him as deep as we need to bring back his sanity.
My stomach flutters in anticipation.
Coincidentally?
I switched my earring to the left side on the day I decided to run away.
My fresh magic gem dangles between two fine, silver chains just long enough to show its sparkle.
Guides heal fast.
Now, it doesn’t even sting.
I press his skull, rubbing deep along his jawbone. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”
He responds in an animal growl almost rough enough to rub off my fingerprints.
Animalisn’t far from what he is right now.
The first Sentinels were created from monsters.
Humans needed magic to go up against invading hordes of creatures much stronger than kobolds. But human bodies aren’t made to handle that kind of power. The more Sentinels use the magics they inherit through their monster bloodlines, the more they damage their souls.
The corruption accumulates like poison, clogging their magic veins—the meridians—restricting their silks, and slowly destroying their bodies and minds.
Before Guides existed, Sentinels could only rampage and die.
Now, as long as Sentinels receive regular treatment from a compatible Guide, they can live semi-normal lives.
But this guy…
Has heeverbeen treated?
Touching his skin should be enough to tell me what’s going on inside his body. I can heal most Sentinels with no more than a handshake. No matter how I massage him or run my silks, the contact isn’t making a difference.
“When was your last guiding?” I ask softly, not expecting an answer.
We’re joined deeper than I thought.
Hot, sticky desire leaves me squeezing my thighs as the Sentinel’s lust invades. Blood roars to fill the cock that’s suddenly all mine.
In full, 4D cinema I occupy two bodies, pre-experiencing the sensation of plunging intomyselffrom both sides.
The sweet drag of my body. The Sentinel’s feralneedfor it.
