Fiction~~The Last Pure Human~~Ch. 20
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The
dusty rustle of disturbed sand from a stray Kyashin foot rattled
Kasan’s nerves. He was already too tense, what with the shadows now
crouching over possible tracks, the sharp scents blinding his nose, and
the nervous ears of his party flickering wildly in the corners of his
eyes.
Young Rui jumped as leaves fluttered around
them. His
dart gun jabbed up defensively. Kasan would have sighed if the noise
wouldn’t have been audible. At least Rui reacted appropriately to a
possible threat, although Kasan would have felt better if the guard
could calm his ears.
Kasan wasn’t even sure what
was bothering
Rui. The man was the youngest guard allowed on the hunt
tonight,
but he was supposed to be experienced at this; he shouldn’t be so
tense. Living in the outlying villages, he would have been a part of
their yearly efforts to relocate encroaching packs since before he was
ripe.
He might have been more used to modern
weapons, living
outside the citadel, but he’d handled his blowgun competently enough in
training. So when his ears waved like moth wings on his head, it was
impossible to write it off as youthful nerves. Kasan’s own ears ached
with the need to swivel just as wildly; it made every step through the
garden a test of will.
He managed. After a minor
eternity,
they’d covered a quarter of the garden without finding any sign of a
pack. Another nerve-wracking eon and Kasan’s small party had
made
it halfway with just as little to show for it. They were coming up on
the spot where Max had first started screaming, however. And none of
the other groups had called out a sighting, yet. Everyone’s eyes and
ears quivered from moving constantly, the tension rising with the
certainty that there would be a confrontation soon.
Rui
was the one who discovered the tosa.
Flipped over and already deflating, its fuchsia body had been gutted
for the small organ inside. A clean slice marred the glistening
surface, the only evidence that something had attacked the harmless
herbivore. Kasan tried to scan the ground for tracks while keeping his
eyes on the brush surrounding them: forgetting to keep an eye off the
ground was a mistake he might not live to regret.
“This
isn’t right.” Rui hunched his shoulders as his mumble drew everyone’s
attention.
“What
do you mean?” Kasan returned to scanning the brush and the
trail
as he waited for an answer. He couldn’t let down his guard
until
they’d found shokan.
Even his speech was whispered so quietly he could hardly feel the
breath leave his mouth.
Rui softened his voice
before he answered. “It’s whole.”
Kasan
felt as unenlightened as the others looked. Unlike Rui, he hadn’t lived
near the animals. He hadn’t studied them more than he needed
to
hunt and tranq them. “And whole means...?”
“Well…
That is… A pack leaves tosa
alone unless it’s the birthing season. But they always tear it apart.
You never see one left like this if a pack’s gotten to it.”
They
were silent for a moment. Kasan quickly appraised the tracks on the
ground, searching for variety. He couldn’t use the path of the tracks
to help him: shokan
were known for going over their own tracks dozens of times, to hide
their numbers and make them more difficult to track.
More
than once, Kasan had wondered if the animals had always been so
cunning, or if the nanites from the saviors had added something more
than the ability to survive the
Kouloc.
After
he’d looked over all the tracks in the vicinity, he could only come to
one conclusion: it was one animal. The tracks were the same depth, same
size – not fully grown - and if he was seeing it clearly in the growing
dark, there was a ragged claw on one of the back feet. Just one shokan
– but it was a young one. Davi and the others with him must
have
reached the same conclusion as he; one of them cursed softly.
“A
rogue?” Rui’s question hovered reluctantly in the air.
No
one answered. It might have been a pack member that had been separated,
but with the half-sized track, it was much more likely that it was
searching for a mate. Shokan
always left their packs at the first signs of puberty, visiting other
packs and choosing a mate just after they achieved full growth. But a
rogue was always unpredictable, and usually vicious.
If
a
rogue had escaped the garden, the next day or so were going to get
ugly. The efforts needed to find a single animal hiding in an entire
city…
He’d rather inventory every storehouse in the
citadel, first.
Moving
past the dead animal, Kasan’s ears flickered nearly twice as fact as
the others, trying to catch a sound that wasn’t the other cats combing
the foliage to either side of them. His eyes brushed over the ground,
noticing faint tracks leading onward, and he hoped they veered to the
side soon. But by the time they all reached the far wall, the tracks
stopped. There was nothing to be found by any of the teams who’d been
searching.
Whatever had killed the tosa
had escaped
the garden.
One
guard signaled to the guards on the wall the best he could in the dim
light, while another ran back ahead of them to get to the summoning box
and give them more detailed information. They’d need to clear all the
gardens and the citadel walkways: everything would need searching now.
The rest of them headed back to Zonta’s room with flattened ears,
walking heavily. Kasan spoke with one of the older guards and arranged
for his own garden to be searched immediately. Kasan had time to help
with one more place before his heat hit; he was making sure Max had a
safe place to go.
And he was making sure that a
throwback’s
senses would ensure that it was absolutely
safe. His
garden was a nightmare of hiding places for a partially grown shokan.
They were going to need spotlights to search the tops of his trees
while the men searched below. He might have to climb some of the trees
to make sure nothing was missed.
Because the
thought of making a mistake over this terrified him. A shokan, jumping
down from the trees to take Max?
Kasan shuddered.
The
man beside him cleared his throat and Kasan realized he’d stopped in
the middle of a sentence. “Sorry. Ah, you’ll arrange for the
next
group to meet me in my rooms?”
“Of course, Prince
Kasan. I’ll get a few more to help search your
garden. It’s a bit…”
“Large.
Yes, I know.” He’d never regretted it, before now.
Kasan
heard the young Rui speaking to someone behind him. “I’ve never seen a shokan come this
far into the citadel before.”
“Always a first time.”
Ah, that was Davi.
“Hopefully the last,” Kasan
whispered to no one.
He
didn’t want to think of Max in danger like this; he’d had no time to
teach his consort about their world yet! Max didn’t know what the alarm
had been for, or even what to avoid or where to go for help. If Kasan
hadn’t been there, even if Max had been given warning, he would have
been killed.
Kasan couldn’t think that there was a
lot he could
have done differently, but he was shaking in his chest, realizing how
dangerous it really was for his consort to do something as simple as
visit the garden. He’d have to ensure someone was with him at all
times, now, until the little one learned more.
They
opened the
door and found Zonta teaching Max again. The little one
didn’t
look like he was listening; he jumped up before the first guard’s foot
was inside the room. The way Max’s body loosened when he saw Kasan was
obvious, even without the relieved smile that followed.
Kasan
smiled back as he made his way over. “I want to take him back to the
room, Zonta.”
“Of course.”
Zonta
urged Max off the bed. Kasan found it difficult to move, absorbing Max
with his eyes to reassure himself that his consort was still whole and
undamaged. The other guards left them alone and Max was standing in
front of him before he could overcome his paralysis. All
Kasan
managed was dropping to his knees in front of his consort. Closing his
eyes, Kasan clung to Max’s waist, breathing in the scent of him as Max
stood stiffly in his arms. A tentative hand stroked his ear after a
moment and Kasan half-chuckled against Max’s stomach.
“I
can’t believe he’s all right.”
Zonta heard his
words despite their being muffled by Max’s body. “But he is.”
Kasan
released Max, still kneeling by him, and looked into his eyes. They
were so round; he looked like a perpetually surprised, open-faced
child. The look was still too new not endear itself to him.
“Let’s
go back to our room, Max,” he said softly, swallowing, and he held up
the end of the leash to Max’s hand. Max took it with a tight
grip, glancing at Zonta as though his brother might steal it before he
had a chance to hang on. He started to flush as Kasan stayed
on
his knees.
Kasan couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
His consort
was so…perfect. Neither of them spoke, Max’s cheeks growing
redder until Kasan finally hugged him one last time, kissing his belly
softly as he wrapped his arms around him as gently as cupping a seed
fluff in his hands.
“K-Kasan?”
“It’s
nothing, little one. I’m…happy you’re all right.”
Zonta
tried to fill the silence as Kasan kissed Max’s chest and stood. “I’ll
think of some new words to-“
The
door slapped to the side, and Aosh stormed in. He passed by Kasan and
Max, his eyes giving them the briefest of once-overs before he went to
Zonta. “Are you all right?!”
Zonta instantly
switched gears. He smiled at his brother and waved his hand
dismissively. “I’m fine.”
“The guards said
there was a shokan-“
“We
didn’t even see it.”
“You were outside?”
Kasan could see Aosh’s ears flatten and he tried to loom over Zonta –
it didn’t work very well when they were the same size. “What were you
thinking? You could have been killed! You have to use your brain for
more than books, Zonta! What if-“
“Aosh, I’m fine.”
Zonta
reached out and touched Aosh’s lips with the tip of his finger and Aosh
stopped. “It’s not as though we went looking for trouble; I’m
perfectly aware that hunting is not one of my skills. We happened to be
outside when the alarm sounded.”
Aosh barely paused.
“If there are shokan coming into the citadel now, you need a guard
before you go outside. You can’t-“
Kasan
turned to go, guiding Max as the man glanced back and forth between the
twins. This was likely to take a while. Aosh never dealt well with
thoughts of Zonta in serious danger; he’d likely have to vent for an
hour or so.
Zonta’s placating voice followed them
out the door.
“Aosh, don’t work yourself into a panic. I’m uninjured.
Besides-“
The door closed behind him and Kasan could almost forget the leash in
Max’s hand as he shared a look with the guards at the door.
“Aosh
playing the worry-bird?” The blond guard smiled down at Max as he spoke.
“He’s
trying to persuade Zonta to have a personal bodyguard. At all
times.”
The
two men by the door shook their heads, smiling. “Don’t know why the boy
even tries. Between the both of them, they’ve gotten into
more
trouble than the rest of you.”
Kasan nodded and
gently pushed at
Max’s back so they could leave. It wasn’t usually the way Service was
done, but Max wouldn’t know how to get back to their rooms, otherwise.
“This
way, Max.” Max held on to the leash and followed along,
almost
like an erotic pull toy, until Kasan took his other hand in his own and
walked down hand in hand. Max’s face flushed again, but he
didn’t
draw his hand away. He seemed to need the comfort; he’d startle and
clutch it tighter, his knuckles turning white, whenever someone said
hello as they passed.
A tec nodded as he crossed
the hallway,
and the pressure over Max’s family returned full force. Max jumped
again as another tec turned the corner and nearly bumped into them; it
made the decision easy. With so much happening, and all of it upsetting
to Max, he didn’t need to know about one more thing that was only going
to upset him. Not when neither of them could do much about
it.
The little thing was too emotional
to put one more
burden on his shoulders. When they knew more, or had the other humans
in hand, then Kasan would tell Max about what was happening to them.
He’d do everything he could to keep Max happy until then, just in case
there was bad news.
A large contingent of men and
women were
already in Kasan’s room by the time they arrived. They stared at the
cuts covering Kasan’s body, and a few of the younger ones glanced at
Max’s nails as though trying to compare the size of the cuts with them.
Always the newly mated ones who put a sexual context to everything.
Of
which he was one of, he admitted.
As
the grip on his hand grew nearly painful, Kasan rubbed a hand over
Max’s head, ignoring how everyone watched the two of them. “There’s
nothing here, little one. You’re safe.”
Max’s
hand relaxed, and he let go of the leash entirely. He still grumbled.
“Say garden safe, too.”
Kasan’s
tail snapped to the side at the reminder. He had to protect his consort
better than he had been. It was shameful that luck was the only thing
that had kept Max alive.
And Max needed a lot more
than luck to
protect him, Kasan admitted, watching the little one trip on his own
feet. Max didn’t seem extremely capable at times like this. Maybe it
was the situation he was in that showed his clumsy side, but Kasan
wasn’t certain that was the case. Max needed a lot of care to
keep him safe. And happy.
Once they were done
clearing his
garden, Kasan thought they should have time to further their
connection. It would be close to the heat again, but this time, he was
hoping they could talk. What about, he didn’t know, but
tonight
had reminded him: every day was a gift. He was going to use as many of
those gifts as they both had left to them, and he was going to do his
damnedest to make sure he spent them all with Max.
Max
was trying to relax on Kasan’s bed, but the more time that went by
without Kasan returning, the less success he had.
He
mumbled under his breath. “Wait
on the bed, Max.
Yeah, like that’s going to help anything?” Like it was easy letting
himself get vulnerable on the silken altar of sex, anyway. And now? How
could anyone freaking relax when Kasan and an angry horde of cats were
hunting for pink jellies of doom? Especially when no one
would listen
to him. Max had tried to tell them that Androcles had already killed
one, and everyone had verbally patted his head and assured him he was
‘safe’ and that they’d take care of it all. Jerks.
He
knew he was safe! He didn’t need super cats telling him that all the
time!
Well.
Kinda. It was nice that Kasan seemed to care enough to reassure him –
now that Max could understand what the hell he was saying. But he’d
already seen Kasan kicking ass on his behalf; he expected it at this
point. When that damned pink blob in Zonta’s garden had come
after him again, he knew that his first thought had been to run for
Kasan.
But right now, when Kasan was out there
facing those
things, Max was starting to worry. The horrid things had almost eaten
Max twice now. It had to be some kind of spiky, blobby
infestation, the way everyone had reacted. And now Kasan was out there
with them and their spiky-blobbiness.
What if he
got hurt?
Max’s
body tightened up again and he go to his feet, pacing. It was so easy
to think of Kasan as some unbreakable superhero sex fiend, but even he
had run from the blob when Max had told him what it was. Max
jerked to a halt, his hands fisting. He’d never seen Kasan look afraid
before. He’d never so much as thought about the big honkin’ juggernaut
having something that scared him as badly as the cats freaked Max out.
Not that he was stupid – everybody was afraid of something, right? –
but to actually see it…
He hadn’t realized how much
he was
already relying on Kasan to kick everything’s ass and keep it away from
Max. The other cats, yeah, but alien monsters? God, he was a selfish,
self-centered dork. What, was he expecting the cat to take care of him
like a freaking little kid or something? Or a concubine. Harem…boy?
His
cock thickened a little. No! This wasn’t…it wasn’t fair! He hadn’t
asked for this. He hadn’t asked to come here, to be screwed
up
the ass, to be married, none of it! He hadn’t asked for some stunning,
god-like man to touch him for a half-second and turn his brain to goo
like this.
To go out and face pink blobs for him.
Max
cursed and punched the wall, then cursed again and popped his screaming
knuckles into his mouth. Darn it, what was he supposed to do,
charge out and kill the evil jello, too?
He flushed
and looked
to the door again. What was taking them so damn long? They
should
be done by now, shouldn’t they? Unless something had gone
wrong?
What the hell could those neon lumps do that scared the cats so
much?
Could they throw those nasty
spikes? Some kind of
projectile freakozoid? Absorb people like an alien amoeba? Shit, what
if they had, like, acid for blood or something?
He’d
seen that
freaking movie; he didn’t need to live it! Max gnawed on his lip.
Whatever freako powers the blobs had, if they were enough to scare
Kasan, it could mean that Kasan could be…killed.
A
chill
spiked down his spine and his ass clenched so tightly it made his
shoulders jump. He reached for the door and then punched it with his
closed fist instead. He’d be no help at all. He didn’t know
how
to kill those damn things, and he didn’t even have a damned weapon to
do it with, anyway!
Kasan and the others all had
spears and dart
guns and one even had what looked like a crossbow. But Max’s knowledge
of martial arts had never involved fighting blobs.
So what was he going to do, yell the thing to death? Unless he had some
banshee blood, that wasn’t gonna do a lot of freakin’ good.
And
besides, what if he went out and Kasan heard him, what if it screwed
everything up? Max turned and stomped away from the door,
chewing
his lip so hard he thought he tasted blood. Kasan might be hurt if he
tried to rescue Max and got caught by something. And Max was kind of
shocked to realize that he knew Kasan would do it, too. He’d
been
so terrified for so long, but right now, he couldn’t imagine Kasan
abandoning him. Not to something that would kill him.
The
sex
issues were still up in the air – sexy and scary and too much to deal
with right now - but Kasan would never let him get hurt. Max
believed that utterly.
And it scared him.
Max
grabbed
one of the pillows on the bed and flung it against the wall. This was
pathetic! Max was totally useless right now. And he was a freaking
coward, because no matter what he wanted, the thought that he had to
wait here for Kasan, rather than enter the garden with the blobs, made
his stomach soften into relieved jelly.
Except what
if Kasan
didn’t come back? His stomach curdled the jelly and froze solid again.
Kasan didn’t deserve to be hurt just because he was protecting Max. And
besides, Max didn’t want to lose his…shit, his husband. Kasan had to
stay alive, and come back, and… and kiss Max’s stomach in that weird
and really erotic way he’d just done. He had to. Max had
only just gotten used to having a husband; he couldn’t lose one before
he’d even figured it out!
They’d never
even had a freaking honeymoon, dammit!
The
door drew his eye again and he walked over to it. Maybe he
could
just open it? Peek out and see if he could hear
Kasan? Both
the pink things had been far away form the doors last time; they
probably didn’t like coming close to the building. Maybe?
Crap.
His
hand was actually touching the door itself when there was a soft
scratching from the other side.
“Holy
crap!” Stumbling back, he fell onto his ass and didn’t even bother
getting up. He’d almost opened the damn thing, and something was on the
other side, just waiting for him to come out and get sucked into its
jelly tentacles and impale him and-
Another soft
scratch made
him crab-walk back a few more feet. He should go for the guards that
were still outside the door, shouldn’t he? They were huge and
ass-clenching scary, but they had weapons; they could take care of this
and then Kasan wouldn’t be in danger, right?
He
turned
to do just that and heard a whine and another soft scrabbling. The
blobs hadn’t whined. They’d never made any noise at all,
actually. So what-
The scratching started
repeating, one
scrape after the other in a high-powered scuffling, and it whined
again. Just like a freaking dog.
“Androcles?”
Max kept his
voice low, and he wasn’t even certain why. It wasn’t like the
blob or Androcles was going to answer.
There was a
barely
audible yip from outside the door and Max shoved it open so quickly it
nearly bounced back onto itself. Androcles leapt inside. The dog was a
little wild-eyed, panting hard and quivering. And if the dog
was terrified, what the hell was chasing him?! Max slammed the door
shut; Androcles whipped his tail out of the way just in time.
Max’s
knees gave out and he knelt next to Androcles. The dog nuzzled his face
with his cold nose
“Poor boy. What happened to
you? Did those big cats scare you?”
Please
let it be the cats and not something even worse than the blobs. God
knew that mass of cats had scared Max jumpy. There’d been so
many
of them in their room Max thought he was going to be crushed until
Kasan put him on the bed. And they all looked seriously
unhappy. Even Kasan had looked furious when he’d come in with
them from Zonta’s garden, the fur on his tail a little puffed, his ears
lower and tense.
Not at all like he’d
looked when he’d
let Max put that medicine on his body. Max looked down at his hands;
the skin still buzzed from where the medicine had touched it. The
orange and sage smell of his own palms teased his nose every time he
paused enough to pay attention. And the feel of it, flowing
across a
fantastic washboard stomach and bulging pecs-
Androcles
licked
him in the face and he turned his face away, gagging at its breath. He
shoved his own hands over his nose to cover the smell.
“Androcles!
Jeez, something crawl into your mouth and die? Your breath is rank!”
Max pushed himself to his feet and realized Androcles’ head seemed even
higher than it had before. “You had better not tell me that you’re
going to grow to be their size, or I’m disowning you.”
With
one last look at the door, listening vainly for the sound of Kasan
returning, Max went back to stomping around the room. Androcles kept
pace, following alongside and bumping against Max’s body as they neared
the bed. Strands of silky fur stuck to his body where Kasan’s lotion
had
smeared over him at their last hug.
“Careful,
boy.” Androcles
bumped him again; Max stumbled against the bed and caught himself with
his hip. “Watch it. You’re gonna knock me on my ass if you’re not
careful – crap!” Androcles jumped up and planted his paws on Max’s
shoulders, tumbling him to the bed. One leap and it landed on
top
of him.
“Androcles! Get off!” The big dog
rested its front
paws on his chest while he tried to shove it away. The damn thing
weighed a freaking ton!
And then it started to sniff
him all over.
“Androcles!
What the heck are you doing?” The dog got nose-drool all over
him:
his bare chest, his face, his stomach. It was like Androcles was trying
to memorize his body. He tried to shove the dog again when it scooted
down and started nuzzling at his legs. And then-
“Don’t
you dare
go for the crotch, Androcles! Will you stop snorting me!”
Androcles
nuzzled at him again, snuffling and burying his face in the loincloth,
and Max thought he was going to have to start punching him in the head
when the dog finally shifted off his legs and let him up. Max tried to
give him a shove for good measure, but the dog was so massive now that
he barely moved. With a grumpy sounding herrumph, Androcles settled
himself on the floor, between Max and the exit to the garden.
Max
was still eyeing him when Androcles jumped to his feet and growled at
the door. Max leapt back onto the bed before his brain had time to
think. Demons growled like that, deep and thundering. Not
dogs.
No freaking dog growled like that! It was a frightening reminder that
as much as he might resemble a canine, Androcles was still an alien
animal.
Max
stayed very still. Androcles was just growling at the door,
and
he’d never hurt Max, right? He wasn’t growling at Max, it was
only at the door and-
Androcles looked over at Max.
“N-Nice
doggy. I’m not doing anything scary right now, right? Just-“
Max’s throat closed up in terror as the dog leapt at him, closing its
mouth around his arm. He opened his mouth to
scream.
Androcles was going to eat his arm! He’d rip it off and swallow it
whole!
“Kasan!”
He
was going to be left with a
bloody stump! He’d be dog food! Alien puppy chow! He was
going to
die! And Androcles had been his friend! Dammit why would he
do
this? Why would he attack him and bite him and…
…start
pulling him across the floor by the arm, which oddly enough wasn’t
hurting even the slightest bit.
Max’s heart rate
dropped as he pulled back. There was no blood, no pain at all. What the-
He
took stock of his arm as he stumbled across the room. Oh thank God,
Androcles was mouthing him. Not biting, not picking the flesh from his
bones, not eating him. Mouthing. Max dug in his heels and got
a
yank hard enough to have him stumbling after Androcles again as it
backed up towards the slanted beam on the floor.
Dammit,
what the heck was it doing?
Yes, thank God it wasn’t
eating him, but what the heck was it doing?
“A-Androcles?
What are you…” What the heck were you supposed to say to a
giant
dog that was supposed to be a friend but was now dragging you somewhere
against your will like an evil Lassie? “L-let go, boy. I’m
not a
chew toy. Androcles, let go now. C’mon.
Release.
Stop. Cease. Bad dog. Nice dog?”
Androcles
stared at him –
he would swear the dog looked annoyed – and pulled at him
again.
Max was already most of the way across the floor to the log-beam-thing,
and he wondered suddenly if the dog was going to try and drag him up as
well as over.
Because that would hurt like
hell!
And
he was about to try poking the dog in the eye to stop it. Just a little
poke, to get his attention. But the dog’s face turned at the last
moment, and just before he growled Max heard faint voices coming from
behind the door.
He was reacting this way because of
the cats? Was he trying to protect Max, maybe? That
was so…
“You
aren’t an evil Lassie after all!” Max hugged him around his head with
the one free arm, scrubbing at his muzzle and trying subtly to make
Androcles release. The jaw was massive and heavy, the velvety fur
covering it made it almost harder to try and get a grip. “Hey, now, I
know they’re freaky big and as comforting as a football squad on a
bender, but you don’t have to protect me from them. Honest.” As long as
Kasan was around.
Max pulled at Androcles lips, his
fingers scraping up against truly massive teeth. Kasan had
to be around. Swallowing, Max tried to listen for his voice as he was
dragged along again. Androcles had his back paws on the log
and
Max pulled onto his tiptoes when he finally heard it
“Kasan!”
Oh God, he was okay! The blob hadn’t got him; Kasan was all
right!
Androcles
stopped, his head cocking and nearly sweeping Max off his feet as it
kinked his arm. Kasan’s voice was clear for a moment,
answering
someone’s question, and Androcles stared at the door hard before he
suddenly released Max’s arm.
Max promptly fell on
his ass,
rubbing at his arm with his hand. It ached oddly from being
up at
such an awkward angle. Androcles watched him, leaned down to lick his
finger once, and then started climbing the wooden log up into his
hidey-hole.
“Androcles, stay, boy.” The dog
ignored him and continued climbing.
“Nothing
ever listens to me here.” He watched Androcles climb and rubbed at his
arm again, trying to get off the slobber. “Nothing is ever small
here. Stupid giant planet.” With a sigh, he headed back to the
bed. If he didn’t want to get trampled, he’d better get on
higher
ground.
And then he could wait for Kasan. Who was
not yelling, or
screaming, or anything else that would mean he’d been hurt more than
the scratches from before. And he was coming back to the room. And Max
was on the bed.
He stared down at his crotch as his
cock decided to express its opinion on the whole thing.
“Oh…crap.”
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