Chapter Twenty-Nine

Qadaire

Qadaire resisted the urge to visit the ghost of his greenhouse by practicing on the guitar. When Cassandra was around, he had no problem ignoring the grief of his loss. When she was near, he had no problems to think of at all.

“Almost none, that is.” There was always the matter of her mortality.

Right now, with Cassandra off convincing her colleagues of their lies, he had nothing but problems to think of. All he could do was fill his time until she returned with a verdict. He didn’t expect the response to be good, but this was the course she wanted, and he would follow her to the edge of the universe.

He heard Zero’s heartbeat speed up before he barked. Qadaire was at the door in the next breath. He swung it open for Cassandra and took the bags from her hands. They naturally migrated to the back of the castle. To the small room connected to the lab, where they’d spent precious moments of time playing board games and learning about each other.

They reached the table. Qadaire didn’t ask. He watched her until she shrugged.

“It went about as well as you thought.”

His chest tightened. He sagged into the wooden dining chair. “Then we should be expecting pitchforks.”

“Actually, I had an idea.”

“Go on.”

Cassandra grabbed the back of the chair she’d always occupied and dragged it around. She covered his hand with hers and leaned in conspiratorially. Her playful grin was one of his favorites of her smiles, and he couldn’t help softening in the presence of it.

“I’ve been thinking. No matter what, we have to lie. Humanity doesn’t deserve you. I don’t want to think about what would happen when they figure out our lies.”

“Dewdrop, I would submit myself to experimentation if you asked.”

“Yes, and I hate that. But I’ve been thinking.” Cassandra softened. Her hands squeezed his before she leaned back and shook her thighs with her palms. “What if we left?”

“Left?”

“I messaged Dana earlier and asked if there were any plots large enough for a greenhouse. She thinks so. And she said Ryuu wants us back, he could get us jobs with his connections.” She stood, her words taking on an excited lilt as they rushed from her perfect lips. “Think, Q. There are so many things we don’t know. We would take on a whole new side of science, with creatures we’ve—well, at least, I’ve—never heard of!”

“Cassandra . . .”

“It seems like the obvious answer to our problems, doesn’t it?”

“What of your life here?”

“It’s not like I’m dying,” she said with inflection. “I’ll still visit Ali and Mark. But I won’t miss work, not after what happened.”

Qadaire fell into her bottomless brown eyes, into the vast desert of possibility he found there. Into the unknown. The unexplored. A new realm of knowledge beckoned him in their depths.

A new start. She was offering him a life together that had nothing to do with the mad king. Until she walked into his life, he’d been locked in this castle, held prisoner by his own shame. Dr. Cassandra Billings DVM had uprooted him mentally, had torn the shackles from his ankles and rearranged the way he thought of himself. He would follow her anywhere.

“A fine idea.”

“So yes?”

“Yes, dewdrop.”

He pulled Cassandra from her chair and hoisted her into his lap. Their grins morphed into one as their mouths crashed together, his warbles and her giggles a delightful tune. Cassandra straddled him and their kisses changed, heating until his belly was burning like the flame of a Bunsen burner. He growled and used the hands on her waist to press her fucking perfectly thick thighs down on his stiff cock.

“Cassandra,” he breathed against her neck. “There’s something I’ve wanted since the first time I saw you.”

“What’s that?”

He squeezed her meaty leg and gave it a little jiggle, like she’d done so tauntingly so many times. “I want to be smothered by these thighs.”

Cassandra giggled. “What!”

“I want to breathe your cunt.” He scraped her neck with his fangs until she gasped, her legs tightening around him exactly the way he’d wanted. “Sit on my face. Can you do that for me, dewdrop?”

“I don’t want to asphyxiate you.”

“Try.”

He collapsed them onto the floor. She still straddled him, but he grabbed her ass cheeks to encourage her forward. She laughed, obviously either uncomfortable or shy to do what he’d asked.

“You won’t hurt me,” he reassured as he helped slide her pants off. “I don’t need oxygen the same way you do. I want you to sit your whole weight on me, so all I can breathe is that perfect, juicy cunt of yours. Nine rings, I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you.”

As she wiggled out of her underwear, he worked on her shirt and bra. She reached for his trousers and tugged them down, and he used his talons to peel them off his ankles. She returned to straddle his chest, still seeming wary.

“I’m pretty heavy, Q—ahh.” She mewled at the end as his lower right hand stroked her nub ever so slightly, sending a trickle of warm liquid onto his chest. He skimmed his upper arms over her soft skin, up to her breasts, where he twirled her nipples between his index finger and thumb, the way she’d shown him she liked. “If you’re sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” His cock twitched in excitement, although the images in his mind had nothing to do with it. He’d pictured himself under her thighs for so long, his blood boiled with anticipation. “You can cling to the chair there, but do not use it to unburden your weight.”

“O-okay.”

She crawled forward until the aroma of her arousal was all he could smell. He groaned in delight. She turned the chair sideways and leaned her arms over it, then lowered herself onto his mouth.

He couldn’t help the expletive moan he delved into her cunt, though it was too muffled to sound like anything. His warbles took on a dark tone, his bump leaking profusely. He couldn’t access oxygen, but he truly did not need it. He found his bearings with the lack of it and started to explore. His lower hands guided her hips while he used his whole face to devour her, his tongue delving inside her soaked interior. With his upper hands, he continued showing attention to her pert nipples, which were stiff and erect.

When she rolled her hips, a breathy moan accompanying the motion, a carnal sound came from low in his abdomen. He could feel the tip of his cock weeping steadily, but all he could focus on was her cunt, all of his senses enthralled by her. Her sweet honey scent was everywhere, it was his whole world, her thighs squeezing around his head when he hit her spot just right. He delved his tongue inside her honey pot and laved her from the inside out, sloppily feasting on her sweet, sticky scent, until he was covered in it.

He was already awash in bliss when a dainty hand closed around his cock. Stars burst behind his eyelids. He couldn’t breathe to moan her name, so he purged it into her cunt. She was his entire existence. His everything.

Come lurched from his cock. He couldn’t feel his body, only the explosive burst of euphoria that wracked through him with every stroke of her hand.

Her voice sounded far away when she said his name and started to lift from her seat. He was quivering too hard to protest, and then her scent was gone, traveling down his awareness to settle between his thighs.

“Nine fucking rings, dewdrop.” He hissed. His thighs were still convulsing, his pelvis jerking his cock up into nothing as the final spurts of his seed peppered his stomach.

“Was it everything you’d hoped?”

“You have to do that once a day. Once an hour.”

She laughed, though he was barely joking. He leaned onto his upper elbows to watch as she took hold of the skin of his sack, pressing her thumb and forefinger to flatten it, separating his balls. She took the left one in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, then the right. He could feel them refilling under her torturous ministrations. His head drifted back, his heavy-lidded stare locking onto the innocuous motion of her feet, kicking in the air behind her.

“You are perfect, Cassandra. Fucking perfect.”

She came off of his left ball with a satisfying pop and smiled up at him from under his re-stiffened cock. What a fucking sight. He would do anything to see that mischievous smile tease him from under his gray cock for the rest of his immortal life.

“I want you inside me, Q.”

In the next blink, she was underneath him, the tip of his cock sliding through her slick heat. Between her cunt and his leaking vent, his cock was soaked. He pressed his forehead to hers, his upper arms on the floor above her shoulders. With his lower right hand, he reached for her nub, strumming it the way he knew would make her writhe and mewl like a kitten. He cupped her face and dipped to swallow her moans.

“Q.”

He recognized her frustrated tone, the one she used when he wasn’t inside her quickly enough. He chuckled darkly and tilted his hips. With the amount of liquid he was sliding through, it took no effort to sink the tip inside her. The effort was used instead to keep himself still enough not to spill again already. Her hot warmth was too inviting, he never lasted long. But his dewdrop was not a patient person.

She hooked her legs around his and tried to force him down. He held stiff, unmoving, but it didn’t go as he’d planned. Her strength pulled her whole body up from the floor, impaling herself on his cock. He wobbled onto his elbows at the sensation and sank into her, pressing her back against the floor.

“Woman, you will be the death of me.” He leaned his hips away slowly, then slammed into her again. “But what a sweet death it will be.”

The way her little pink cunt swallowed him whole with every thrust had his hands in fists. His muscles twitched with the effort it took not to fill her greedy cunt with seed already. He hooked his lower arms under her knees. The new position allowed him to shove his cock deeper into her womb, forcing her to the ground as he fucked into her roughly. For a moment, he lost himself in the motion, the claws on his thumbs peeking out to dig in her skin.

“Yes, Q, fuck me like that.” Her voice was deep and foreign, just like the rumble of warbles he barely registered pouring from himself.

Her words encouraged him to let go. He gave himself over to the pleasure of her, his dewdrop, the only woman to ever say so many things to him. Her cunt sweet as honey and warmer than the first ray of sun in centuries. With each shaky thrust of his hips, the urgent feeling at the base of his spine grew. It drove him to slam into her cunt like a wild animal, his swollen sack smacking wetly against her ass.

“Qadaire!”

“Yes, dewdrop,” he said with a voice not his own. “Come around my cock while I fill you with my seed. Do it now.”

He loved the way her ruined cunt grasped his cock with every thrust. Like it needed him as badly as he needed it. He pumped through the blinding rays of pure pleasure until he burst. With a stiff jerk of his hips, he dumped his seed inside her grasping hole.

As his stream slowly waned, he stared at the enthralling vision of her cunt clinging to him, creamed so thorouhly that streams of white leaked out, following the seam of her ass. He chased a rivulet with his thumb and forced the droplet into her ass.

“Oooooh, f-fuck.”

Ahh, so his dirty little human enjoyed when he explored both of her holes. That pleased him, and although his legs still wobbled, he wouldn’t leave any of her holes unloved. He pulled out of her enough to take hold of his shaft, despite the sensitive way it tingled. He lifted it to the top of her labia, letting a fat gob of seed ooze from her pink cunt.

Using his upper arms to spread her open, he used his index finger to encourage the gush of seed over the thin strip of muscle separating her cunt from her ass. He smeared it around her pucked hole, watching the way her ass flexed open and closed in tune to her breath. He glanced up at her face to make sure he was understanding her body language correctly. Her eyes were so far rolled back that he could only see white, and her toes were curled.

“Naughty little dewdrop,” he chuckled. “You’re enjoying this. Do you like when I play with your ass?”

“Y-yes.

“Hmm.” He lifted his cock inside her again, letting another fat drop of white come dribble from her stuffed hole. He gathered it on his index finger and forced it past the band of muscle. Her asshole sucked his finger in and clutched it, just as greedy for him her cunt. As he pushed it further inside, come squelching out around his finger. He allowed more thick come trickle from her and shoved it in her fluttering asshole, this time curving his finger inside to massage the inner walls of her ass.

The sound she made was deeper than any he’d heard form her before. Her body became listless below him, her cunt spasming around his cock, milking another round of come from his abused member.

“So beautiful. I would spend another thousand years here, alone, just to watch you unravel for me.”

“Qadaire . . .”

“No. I’ve known it since the first time you blessed me with the sight. I would abstain from my own release for centuries, so my undoing would come from your scent, from watching your breathtaking shattering.”

“I would never want that for you.” Her gentle tone was full of heartbreak. “But I’m glad we’re here now.”

“Not for long, it seems. I suppose we should consider what to bring with us.”

“We can do that later,” she said with a yawn.

He closed his arms around her tightly and agreed.