Chapter 69: Did that just happen?
THAT DIDN’T JUST happen.
Did it?
Nigel was dizzy, his head spinning like he’d been twisted clean off his axis. He felt disoriented, light-headed, like he’d woken from a dream—a sex dream, hot and vivid, featuring a shamelessly stimulating and arousal-inducing royal Dagerstanteen.
Nigel’s tentacles trembled, a faint tremor running through them, as he pulled up his shorts. His cock was still leaking, a slick reminder of his recent oblivion. Slowly, his genitals retracted into his body, and his slit tightened, closing with a soft, internal sigh to protect his sex organs. He was still trying to drag ragged breaths into his lungs as he grabbed his belt of knives, the familiar weight a small comfort, and secured them around his waist.