“He’s already super fast at learning new things,” she pointed out, thinking of him driving and doing so many other things around the house that he had no experience with previously.
“Yes, and because you two are now connected, you will grow in magic. It may not be as instinctive, since you have no history or experience with it, but if you were in danger, say, the magic might come forth whether you willed it thus or not, to ensure your safety. You might be able to run faster, your body will be stronger, you might temporarily take on Eyoen’s skin tone, his eye color, all because these are things that a predator would recognize and fear. The reverse is also true. If he is in a situation where you have knowledge that would help him, he could in essence siphon the information from your mind.”
“Okay,” she said slowly. “That doesn’t sound so bad. It doesn’t even sound all that intrusive or strange. It’s like a steroids version of couples intuition or something.”
Rierdane nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, miss. Intuition is a part of it.”
“But what can I do to make him heal? If we’re connected as you say, there’s got to be something I can do to speed the healing, right?”
Rierdane looked uncomfortable.
“Come on, man. Spit it out,” she said wanting to shake him for stringing this out. “He’s burning up. This is no time for the cat to get your tongue.”
“Well,” he said slowly.
Cass’ eyes narrowed. She was starting to get pissed. If there was something she could do to help Eyoen, why didn’t he just tell her? Surely he knew if it was within her power, it was no – wait a minute.
“It’s sexual. I can help him sexually, and it will help him to heal physically.”
Rierdane let out a relieved sigh. “Yes, miss. You are intuitive indeed. I shall leave the room and return when you call for me.”
And he vanished.
Cass blinked at the spot where he had been standing, then shrugged and looked back at Eyoen, who lay listlessly, eyes closed, mouth open, looking weak and helpless. She hated seeing it. This strong man, no, this strong demon, was not supposed to look this way.
Okay, what to do? People had sex while they were sick. She’d fucked Lee once while he had a really bad cold. He’d sworn he felt like a new man the next day. Then he’d gone down for over a week with some virulent strain of flu.
Gently she pushed the covers to the bottom of the bed. Eyoen seemed relieved to be free of their weight. Surely this wouldn’t hurt him. Rierdane never would have suggested it otherwise. She knew he loved Eyoen. He’d been with him since he was a child. He was a close consort to his father, the King.
“Poor darling,” she whispered, stroking her hands up over his bare legs as she pushed the hospital gown out of the way.
The white printed cotton looked ridiculous against his blue skin and muscular limbs, so gently she removed it, moving him this way and that until he lay nude before her.
“Thank you,” he whispered, but didn’t open his eyes.
“Stop thanking me, silly.” She said, smiling as he turned toward her touch and snuggled more comfortably into the bed. She continued to touch him, stroking him, marveling at his smooth hairless skin. He was hotter than usual with the fever, and she watched cautiously to see if her touch irritated him, but he seemed to like it.
He seemed to grow calmer. He shivered once or twice, but it seemed to be from pleasure, not cold. She caressed him more firmly, fingers closing as far as they could around the firm muscles, digging in to massage.
“I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing,” she confessed to his drowsing form.
His eyes slitted open the barest fraction, and she saw a hint of a smile dust his lips. “Making me feel better,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I’m going to make you feel better.” But how? Rierdane hadn’t given her any instructions before he broke out. But sexual healing wasn’t complicated. It was body parts meeting, friction, feeling, orgasms and –
“That’s it,” she breathed, snapping her fingers. “I need to make you come. Maybe that will give your magic a little boost, huh?”
He sighed as if in agreement, moving easily when she pressed against his shoulders, moving him from his side to his back and spreading his legs open as wide as they could comfortably go.
Even soft his cock was impressive. It curled between his legs like a thick, sleeping blue snake. He shuddered when she took it in her hand and began gently to pull. She knew just how sick he was in that moment because had he been okay, he’d have been hard in an instant, and between her thighs in the next. Now he lengthened by degrees.
He shuddered, head tossing before he opened his eyes and smiled. “That feels wonderful, my dear.”
Cass was ecstatic. It must be working! This was the most clear eyed he’d been since before everything went down. She brought her other hand into play, rolling his balls gently.
He moaned softly. When she leaned down and gave the broad head of his cock a lick he arched into her touch and groaned so loud she knew Rierdane or the nurses must be able to hear them.
Worry nothing for anyone, girl. I’ve blocked anyone from entering the room or intruding. Help my son.
She froze at the strange voice inside her head, instinctively looking around, but there was no one.
Please, the male voice said. Help my son.
She heard nothing more, and she sensed Eyoen’s father was gone. Weird. Creepy weird. She prayed the King wasn’t watching her give his son a blow job, but then Eyoen whimpered. She said a mental fuck it, and swallowed him. There was no way on Earth, or any star, that she was going to leave her baby ill when she could so easily make him well.
This is some weird shit, she thought, but then Eyoen moaned softly, his back arching off the bed.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, my Cass. Help me. I need you.”
Once he said that, Cass could have cared less who was watching or how strange her actions were; he was feeling better. Besides, she grinned around his shaft; it wasn’t like this particular cure all was any hardship.
Before Eyoen, blow jobs were something she did because men liked them, and because she liked to please and be pleased in return. With Eyoen she actually enjoyed the act.
She relished her control over his body, the sounds he made, how he looked watching her suck him off. Once she’d done it in her bathroom with Priti right outside in the bedroom, talking to her through the door.
His color had wavered, flashing blue to human and back again the pleasure was that intense. She’d had to stuff a wash towel in his mouth to keep him quiet, and he’d accidentally pulled her hair so hard, she yelped and had to lie and say she’d nicked herself with a razor.
Now, she sucked him for long minutes, licking and humming and varying the speed and suction of her lips. When he tensed as though to come, she backed off, and was rewarded with a raspy chuckle.
“Tease,” he whispered, sounding a hair stronger.
She grinned around his cock, loving the smile on his face, the happy lines at the corners of his eyes that had replaced the lines of strain between his brows. She felt a stirring inside herself, and instinctively knew that he felt it too.
“Yes, my dear. You feel our bond.”
It was her turn to groan, and her sucking grew voracious. She drew on his flesh as if she would draw the magic out, not help to put it back in, but that’s what happened. The more animalistic she became, the livelier he grew.
She let the tip of his cock flirt with the back of her throat for awhile, then brought her hands into play around his shaft, concentrating her mouth on the cap and stroking one strong pulsing vein beneath the head with her tongue. He began to shudder, arms and legs shifting restlessly on the bed, and she hummed her satisfaction, knowing he was close. Suddenly he thrust up and groaned, but she was ready and didn’t choke. She swallowed him down and with eyes closed lazily cleaned the head of his cock with her tongue.
When she opened her eyes he was smiling at he
r. A restful smile. He still seemed weak, but not nearly as shattered as before. He stretched, his long, muscular body testing the limits of the bed and looking unreasonable gorgeous for a demon who had been so close to deaths door.
He opened his arms to her. “Lie with me.”
“On top of you in bed?”
He nodded. “Please. I need to be close to you.”
“I’ll bet,” she teased. “I’m the best pain pill you’ve ever had in your life.”
He laughed softly, nuzzling her happily when she lay in his arms. “I suppose that’s true, but you are much more than that, my dear.”
After awhile Cass moved to rise but he tightened his grip.
“Why do you move?”
“So you can stretch out properly in this narrow ass bed.”
“No. Please stay. Until you gave me release do you know how I felt?”
She shook her head.
“It felt like when I first came to Earth, and I materialized inside Lee’s body after the accident. It was horribly tight, restrictive. Until this stabbing I’d never experienced pain like that. Only this time, in addition to the pain there was this wretched heat, and I could only get away from it when you were here, touching me with cool water, or running your hands over my body.”
Cass went still at the mention of Lee’s name, and for a long moment only the rhythmic beep of the hospital machines broke the peace.
Neither said anything for awhile. They just lay there, lazily touching. Cass relished this opportunity to stroke him. Usually as soon as she started he was on her, but now he was too weak to do more than watch as she enjoyed his body, and she did, thoroughly, heady with the knowledge that her pleasure in his beauty was also healing.
“Do you still mourn him, my dear?”
Cass sighed. “I think of him, yes. Am I sorry that he’s dead, absolutely. Do I miss him? No.”
“You should not feel guilty for this.”
“But I do.”
“Why?” He touched her back comfortingly.
She shrugged, frowning. “I feel like I should miss him more, or something. We were together for a long time. But,” she shook her head.
“But I am here now.”
She gave him a sweet, sad smile. “Yes. You are, demon. And my mind’s full up with you.”
They moved closer at the same moment, snuggling easily despite the confines of the bed. They kissed lazily until –
Sire? You’re conscious.
Eyoen smiled. He could hear his servant’s relief. Yes, Rierdane. I am feeling much better. What is it?
The hospital staff has been trying to get into the room for the past 20 minutes. I’ve turned them away, but –
Let them pass in one minute.
“Cass, help me to dress,” he whispered against her lips. “The nurse is coming.”
“Oh!” She jumped up and snatched his gown from the chair. They grinned at each other as they fumbled it over his head and smoothed the bed clothes in place. By the time the nurse appeared, Cass was sitting innocently in the chair holding his hand.
“Well, don’t you look better,” the woman smiled, prepping to take his temperature. “Looks like all you needed to break that fever was a visit from your fiancé, huh?”
“Yes,” Eyoen grinned, unintentionally dazzling the woman.
“Tone it down, kid,” Cass whispered in his ear. “Are you trying to land her in the hospital? That bed’s barely big enough for two. Three and we’ll all end up on the floor.”
He just chuckled, blinking innocently at the nurse and making shameful use of his long lashes as she tended him.
“Do you think I can go home soon?” He asked.
“Well, I don’t think so, you did have that fever, and,” she petered out, and Cass knew Eyoen was messing with the woman’s mind. “But why don’t I call the doctor, and we’ll see what he says, okay?”
“That would be wonderful.”
After she left, Eyoen grinned wickedly at Cass and said, “You know, if you make me come again, I think I’ll have enough strength to bust out of here.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Cass laughed. “Well, then. I guess I better loosen up my jaw then hadn’t I?”
Eyoen was weak as a kitten when he was released from the hospital three hours and two, lengthy and thorough blow jobs later, but he was happy. Ecstatically happy. Cass had yet to release his hand. She maintained contact at all times, and his magic was slowly but steadily returning.
His pain was also less, though not gone, but he hid the worst of it from Cass. Only Rierdane knew that the residue from the lead still coursing through his veins made every movement a trial. He leaned on his servant more heavily than he ever had anyone in his entire life. He might as well have been a baby again the way he was being carried.
“You know it is my pleasure to assist you, sire.”
Eyoen just grunted.
“I shall have to go home soon, my dear,” he said, when he and Cass were tucked into bed.
He’d showered with her help, enjoyed his fourth blow job of the evening, and had insisted on petting her to orgasm.
“Yeah?”
“It will help me get back to my full strength, and I feel a pull,” he admitted.
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know. Do you remember that day when you asked me what was wrong? I was rubbing my chest, and you asked if I had a pain.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I have that pain again.”
“Yeah. It’s called a stab wound.”
“No, no. This is different, and it’s telling me that I need to go home.”
“Well, I guess you should listen to it. I’ve got a lot of work to do before I can take off though.”
“Yes? I will help you.”
“Okay, but I don’t know how much help you’ll be, it’s music and show prep, and shit for that commercial.”
She felt him smile against her neck. “You’d be surprised how helpful I can be.”
Eyoen was right. She stayed in bed with him until well past noon the next day, making him come several times until he felt well enough to engage in a short, gentle bout of lovemaking that cheered him immensely. Afterward she rose to fix them food, which she insisted he eat in bed. By one o’clock he was looking well enough that she let him leave the room to play cards with Boyd.
“You’re a jinx,” Boyd told Cass. “First Lee got hit by a car, now Eyoen got stabbed. Whenever we leave this house I’m staying at least 10 feet away from your ass.”
Cass and Priti burst out laughing. Eyoen glared at Boyd, who laughed too and quietly said, “Tunq. You lose, brother.”
Cass spent the rest of the night in her studio and on the phone. Eyoen was never far from her elbow. On the one hand being near her actually did make him feel better. Her energy was instinctively feeding his now that his system had been weakened. On the other, he had no desire to be parted from her. While she practiced and took care of business, he and Rierdane pushed ahead with his plans for the spa.
“Are you sure it’ll only be like I was gone a few days, even if I spend weeks with you on your star?”
Eyoen nodded. “Actually weeks likely would only translate to hours. You would have to stay for months to be gone a few days. And it will take a week just to familiarize you with the palace and grounds. We likely won’t be able to see half the star in a month.”
“Is it that big?”
“Cyanus is the size of Chicago roughly times 10.”
“Shit,” she breathed. “I can’t imagine it. Tell me about it.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything! Something. I know nothing. Tell me about the people, your family, the clothes, the food.”
“Well,” he began. “My family is large. I have many brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews and cousins and aunts, etc. Most of them live in the palace. Cyanians are hard working and good, for the most part. Commerce is very important, so we spend most of our time tending to
our various shops and business arrangements. Certain families are usually in the same business. My family is in the import, export business primarily, and we trade off world, but we have a number of businesses on star as well. Some of my siblings have adopted professions outside their royal duties. The clothes are loose and comfortable, a combination of silk and cotton-like fabrics, only sheer. Tight clothes are not worn.”
“Not ever?”
He shook his head. “If you wore those jeans on Cyanus, demons would be shocked.”
“Men’s and women’s clothes are sheer?”
“Yes, and monochromatic.”
“And everyone’s skin is blue.”
“Yes. Though there are different shades, and only those with royal blood bear my shade of blue. You will be quite a novelty. Only those who can afford to space travel or who visit our library have seen creatures with non blue skin.”
“What about movies, TV?”
“We don’t have any of that. And,” he hesitated.
“What?”
He looked sheepish. “Well, there is no music on the star, my dear.”
Cass stared at him. If it had been a cartoon, birds would have started chirping. “When you said that before I thought you meant – are you kidding?”
He shook his head apologetically.
“There’s no music at all?” She was appalled.
“No. We’ve learned about it from other cultures, but I’m afraid most Cyani are tone deaf.”
“That is absolutely horrible. Wait a minute. What will they do when I play? I can’t just be gone for months and not bring my guitar. I haven’t gone more than 48 hours without touching my strings in over a decade.”
“Actually, I thought you might teach the people a little something about music. Perhaps you could put on a show?”
She considered that. “Okay. It’s not against the law or anything is it? Playing music?”
Eyoen laughed. “What do you think my home is? That town in Footloose?”
She grinned at him. “How the hell would I know? I know nothing about a place that doesn’t have music. What do you do for fun?”
“We are very competitive, so there are lots of sporting events. And we have theater.”
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