Slowly he trots closer. “Do you want me?” he asks tenderly. You can't help but notice the throbbing rod that bobs stiffly between his hind legs.
“No,” you spit, trying to ignore the way the fold between your legs is starting to feel wet and swollen. It's a disgusting feeling, it doesn't belong, it shouldn't be there, but--
it feels fucking -amazing.-
“Are you sure?” he asks. “I won't force this on you if you don't.”
“I want it!” you gasp, your eyes going wide as you realize what you just said. It wasn't involuntary: it was from deep inside. A strange sense of longing is building in you...
“I...” you say breathily, “I want it.”
You just want the feeling to go away, that's all. You'll just get this over with, and it will go away.
“Do you want to abandon your army?” asks Cloud Nine.
“No,” you say abruptly. Of course you didn't.
“Then we'll part,” he says, beginning to walk away.
Fuck...why did you care so much? To hell with it. You'd just say what he wanted to say, there was nothing else behind it.
Nothing else behind it.
“No,” you call. “I'll give it up. I'll give it all up. Just please...”
“Are you willing to spend your life with me?” he asks, drawing closer.
“No! Wait, yes! Just don't leave me like this!” you shriek, feeling your hips begin to tremble violently. The heat is almost unbearable.
He's close enough to rest his cheek on yours. You drink in his heavy, musky scent, finding it intoxicating.
“Mm...I think you'll do.”