Page 89 of Tempt

It’s an odd feeling, belonging to someone like this, being at their mercy. I don’t particularly like how vulnerable it makes me, or how small I feel. But at the same time, I want to make this gathering easy for Eissa, for the Vyastil who has consumed me, heart and soul.

When the Vyastil at the head table are satisfied, Eissa tugs on my chain and moves me back toward the other companions. I bite back a grunt of annoyance, folding my hands behind me like I see some of the others doing, my knuckles surely white from how tight I am holding on to them.

It’s then I see Rathyn and Everest in the crowd—the sight of them lightening my mood significantly.

Rathyn looks as unhappy as Eissa is to be here, but Everest looks like an obedient companion. He’s wearing no clothes like everyone else, but is adorned with a glittering collar and a chain that attaches to his overly decorated cock.

I recognize it. It’s something similar to what Eissa put on me.

There is a shining blue gem sitting at his slit, and I know there is a rod inside of him. His cock is half hard, his nipples puckered and pierced like mine, but his rings are tipped with thick green gemstones that change in the light.

I don’t know Rathyn well, but I know how obsessed he is with his human. I can guarantee the fancy jewelry he’s wearing is Rathyn’s doing. A way to show him off, to let everyone else know he is treasured.

I can’t ever imagine Eissa doing this to me, but then again, I don’t fucking know much, do I?

I will explain it all in time, Eissa says, and I bite back another sigh as we approach Everest and Rathyn.

Rathyn meets my gaze and gives a small nod toward me, but Everest doesn’t look up, his gaze focused on the ground. Eissa and Rathyn touch foreheads, which leaves me right in front of Everest, my toes in his line of sight. It’s then that he peeks up, and I see the small smirk on the corner of his lips.

He winks at me and then his face changes, going back to the obedient human he’s meant to be.

That makes something stir inside of me. If Everest can do this, so can I.

I turn my gaze toward Eissa and then back to Everest before lowering it to the ground, studying the moving floor beneath my feet. If I stare long enough, I can almost see a moving pattern. This must be what Everest is entertaining himself with.

So I do the same as Eissa and Rathyn speak to one another, and once again, nothing is explained to me. But I can feel Eissa’s presence beside me, which helps, and the occasional tug on the chain is oddly enticing.

Every time he does it, I find pleasure washes through me.

Belonging to him is different, and I find that I don’t dislike it.

I watch the floor for a long moment before I’m pulled away from Rathyn and Everest and toward another Vyastil, who has a companion on his knees beside him.

Eissa doesn’t touch his forehead with his but gives deference to him by inclining his head. If this is not someone Eissa likes, I won’t even bother looking. Instead, I stare down at the ground, my gaze oscillating between the patterns weaving through the ground and the kneeling companion.

He has strawberry-blond hair and a tattoo on his upper back. A black raven spread across both shoulder blades. I want to know why he has this, but obviously can’t ask. Not that I could anyway, because suddenly the companion arches back, his eyes shooting open, his hands falling behind him, his hips jutting up. It’s then that I see what’s wrapped around his cock.

It’s something alive, vining, sliding up and down his hard length, almost like it’s milking him.

I turn my gaze from it to Eissa. His brow is furrowed as he watches the companion writhing on the floor in what I think is either pleasure or pain, but can’t quite tell which.

Then suddenly the Vyastil bends down, the human’s cock jerking before him, cum spilling into a vial. The human is breathing heavily, his cheeks stained red, the flush bleeding down his chest. But he gets no rest. The thing continues to contract and milk him, and I watch as the Vyastil tilts his head back and drinks from the vial.

Not from his human.

I can feel Eissa’s upset as he tugs me away, his words pushing into my mind once more. That was some of the cruelty of our kind. I do not wish you to see any more of that.

Does he not want his companion? What was that thing?

That is a rare organism, found only near the lands of the Tarek. It is a milking…wand. A tsunik. It is for those who do not wish to touch their companions.

My head cranes back, and I see the human arching his hips up as another orgasm is pulled from him, the Vyastil bending down and collecting the cum before drinking it.

I turn my gaze back to Eissa, who is pulling me toward a corner, far away from anyone else. You look upset, I send to him.

I am ashamed.

My eyes widen. Why? You didn’t do it. That Vyastil did.