Chapter 31:
I might be
Constantine:
I wake up slowly, and see that Daniel is still asleep. I smile at that, and kiss him on the forehead. He shifts in his sleep, but doesn’t wake up.
I run a hand through his hair, and get out of the bed carefully, so I won’t wake him. I want to have an experiment done. So, I slither to the desk, and put on the headset, and load an emotion solvent into the other end.
I steal glances at him, as I begin to think about what happened last night. I bite my lower lip, when I remember how tight he was, how warm.
He screamed like I was the best lover he has ever had. The things he begged me to do.
My hands trail off, and I take out one of my members. I begin to rub myself, imagining that Daniel’s fingers are there on my shaft, instead of my own. I moan, when I rub my tip a bit too roughly. That seems to wake him up. I try to hide what I am doing, by turning the chair around, but he already saw.
“Hey, why didn’t you wake me?” He asks.
“I... you looked so peaceful,” I mumble. He chuckles, and gets up. His toned body glistens in the faint moonlight that is coming from the window. I can see that there are goosebumps on his skin. He comes to me, and swats the hand that is still holding my dick.
“Only I am allowed to touch you there,” he says, as he takes a hold of me. “I can’t say no to your needs. Next time, wake me up.”
His fingers begin to knead me gently, and I twist in my seat.
“Daniel,” I whisper, but he is already bending down. “Wait, no. You don’t know what is going to happen!”
“Are you clean?” He asks. I nod. “Then nothing will happen. I am also clean.”
“You are a human,” I protest. The thought that my sperm might be poisonous to him, or something along the lines, makes me grow pale.
“Nothing will happen,” he says, before kissing my member. He peppers it with slow, lazy, kisses. Up and down. His tongue darting out every so often. I grip the armrests of the chair for dear life.
When was the last time I got a blow job?
By the Great Snake of the Sky, it must have been twenty years ago...
Still, my worry about Daniel’s wellbeing doesn’t let up. Just as I am about to ask him to stop, he opens his mouth wide, and swallows me whole. I moan, when he begins to play with me.
“You already have precum,” he says around my cock. The vibrations threaten to drive me insane.
I want more...
The doorbell rings, and I slam my fist on the armrest of the chair.
“Just who is it at...” I look at the clock on the wall. “Four a.m.? For crying out loud!”
Daniel spits me out. He looks down at my dick, and we both see the pearl of precum at the tip. He leans in, and licks it off me. That doesn’t help much because it is soon replaced with more. The infernal doorbell rings again.
“I need to get that. You stay in here. I can hide my erection, but you can’t,” I say. Daniel nods. He moves slowly towards the bed. I have never thought that I will find walking seductive, but he swings his hips in a way that show off his ass. I can write poetry about that ass. So toned, just the perfect fit for my lap...
The doorbell rings again. I groan, tuck my member inside my scales, and slither towards the door. I don’t care that I look like I just woke up. My hair a mess of curls, my chest bare, the smell of semen clinging to me. Whoever it is at such an unholy hour will just have to put up with it. I certainly won’t serve them waloria tea.
I open the door, to see Alfred and Gregor, the two police officers from this morning, in the doorway.
“Can we come in? There has been another break in and more of your potions have been stolen,” Alfred asks. I slither to the side. Gregor sniffs the air, and then grins.
“Ah, someone has been busy? Who is the lucky Naga?” He asks.
“Daniel is no Naga, and I was the lucky one,” I say. Both officers give me strange looks.
“How does sex with humans even work?” Alfred asks. Gregor swats him on the chest.
“Sorry. If I was prying, I won’t press for an answer,” Alfred still has a hopeful look in his eyes. I decide to throw him a bone.
“You let them ride you,” I say. “It is very pleasant, to have legs wrapped around your tail.”
“Really?” Alfred looks like he wants to ask me for details, but Gregor swats him on the chest again. “Right, maybe another time? With Daniel in here, so we won’t talk behind his back? Anyway, we are really here to get some information, and to make an offer.”
“Go on,” I am ready to cooperate any way I can. Yes, my things are insured, and that includes the happiness potions, but all those robberies are losing me clients.
“Our Chief believes that we have to lay a trap for the thief,” Gregor says, and Alfred nods along.
“If you can make a potion that is so intense, that the thief will do anything he can to get his or her hands on it, then it will be great,” Alfred says. Gregor pulls out a stack of papers.
“We already ran the plan by Agafia, the CEO of Manacom. She is ready to let you have a romantic getaway on Ursula 589 with whoever you wish, as long as you lure the thief in there,” Gregor says, and then pulls out a pen. “We will need you to sign, that you accept to be under surveillance for the duration of the operation.”
“Well, gentlemen, let us catch the thief,” I say, and then begin to sign the papers.
Chapter 31:
I might be
Constantine:
I wake up slowly, and see that Daniel is still asleep. I smile at that, and kiss him on the forehead. He shifts in his sleep, but doesn’t wake up.
I run a hand through his hair, and get out of the bed carefully, so I won’t wake him. I want to have an experiment done. So, I slither to the desk, and put on the headset, and load an emotion solvent into the other end.
I steal glances at him, as I begin to think about what happened last night. I bite my lower lip, when I remember how tight he was, how warm.
He screamed like I was the best lover he has ever had. The things he begged me to do.
My hands trail off, and I take out one of my members. I begin to rub myself, imagining that Daniel’s fingers are there on my shaft, instead of my own. I moan, when I rub my tip a bit too roughly. That seems to wake him up. I try to hide what I am doing, by turning the chair around, but he already saw.
“Hey, why didn’t you wake me?” He asks.
“I... you looked so peaceful,” I mumble. He chuckles, and gets up. His toned body glistens in the faint moonlight that is coming from the window. I can see that there are goosebumps on his skin. He comes to me, and swats the hand that is still holding my dick.
“Only I am allowed to touch you there,” he says, as he takes a hold of me. “I can’t say no to your needs. Next time, wake me up.”
His fingers begin to knead me gently, and I twist in my seat.
“Daniel,” I whisper, but he is already bending down. “Wait, no. You don’t know what is going to happen!”
“Are you clean?” He asks. I nod. “Then nothing will happen. I am also clean.”
“You are a human,” I protest. The thought that my sperm might be poisonous to him, or something along the lines, makes me grow pale.
“Nothing will happen,” he says, before kissing my member. He peppers it with slow, lazy, kisses. Up and down. His tongue darting out every so often. I grip the armrests of the chair for dear life.
When was the last time I got a blow job?
By the Great Snake of the Sky, it must have been twenty years ago...
Still, my worry about Daniel’s wellbeing doesn’t let up. Just as I am about to ask him to stop, he opens his mouth wide, and swallows me whole. I moan, when he begins to play with me.
“You already have precum,” he says around my cock. The vibrations threaten to drive me insane.
I want more...
The doorbell rings, and I slam my fist on the armrest of the chair.
“Just who is it at...” I look at the clock on the wall. “Four a.m.? For crying out loud!”
Daniel spits me out. He looks down at my dick, and we both see the pearl of precum at the tip. He leans in, and licks it off me. That doesn’t help much because it is soon replaced with more. The infernal doorbell rings again.
“I need to get that. You stay in here. I can hide my erection, but you can’t,” I say. Daniel nods. He moves slowly towards the bed. I have never thought that I will find walking seductive, but he swings his hips in a way that show off his ass. I can write poetry about that ass. So toned, just the perfect fit for my lap...
The doorbell rings again. I groan, tuck my member inside my scales, and slither towards the door. I don’t care that I look like I just woke up. My hair a mess of curls, my chest bare, the smell of semen clinging to me. Whoever it is at such an unholy hour will just have to put up with it. I certainly won’t serve them waloria tea.
I open the door, to see Alfred and Gregor, the two police officers from this morning, in the doorway.
“Can we come in? There has been another break in and more of your potions have been stolen,” Alfred asks. I slither to the side. Gregor sniffs the air, and then grins.
“Ah, someone has been busy? Who is the lucky Naga?” He asks.
“Daniel is no Naga, and I was the lucky one,” I say. Both officers give me strange looks.
“How does sex with humans even work?” Alfred asks. Gregor swats him on the chest.
“Sorry. If I was prying, I won’t press for an answer,” Alfred still has a hopeful look in his eyes. I decide to throw him a bone.
“You let them ride you,” I say. “It is very pleasant, to have legs wrapped around your tail.”
“Really?” Alfred looks like he wants to ask me for details, but Gregor swats him on the chest again. “Right, maybe another time? With Daniel in here, so we won’t talk behind his back? Anyway, we are really here to get some information, and to make an offer.”
“Go on,” I am ready to cooperate any way I can. Yes, my things are insured, and that includes the happiness potions, but all those robberies are losing me clients.
“Our Chief believes that we have to lay a trap for the thief,” Gregor says, and Alfred nods along.
“If you can make a potion that is so intense, that the thief will do anything he can to get his or her hands on it, then it will be great,” Alfred says. Gregor pulls out a stack of papers.
“We already ran the plan by Agafia, the CEO of Manacom. She is ready to let you have a romantic getaway on Ursula 589 with whoever you wish, as long as you lure the thief in there,” Gregor says, and then pulls out a pen. “We will need you to sign, that you accept to be under surveillance for the duration of the operation.”
“Well, gentlemen, let us catch the thief,” I say, and then begin to sign the papers.
