Chapter 21

“Feed me,” Pax ordered. “Gather some of my shoot on your fingers and slip them into my mouth.”

I nodded and dragged two fingers over his chest, collecting his thick sex-liquid. I touched my fingers to his lips, and he sucked them into his mouth, drawing his own spent into himself, hungry for the sticky seed. He moaned around my fingers and his eyes, unblinking and almost hypnotized, met mine, showing his complete satisfaction.

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After our sex-spell, both of us covered in the cream that we’d jacked out of our spikes, I grabbed fluffy cotton towels from the linen closet. My hard-on bounced between my muscular legs, and he laughed at me from the bed. He asked, “How can you still be hard, guy?”

“You have that effect on me,” I replied, and tossed him one of the towels. He caught it and began to wipe his goo-doused flesh.