Paralangua Boyfriend: Lerour Part Two (complete)

At the start of the Festival of Ash, the selected are taken to a special tent to be prepared for that evening. We are massaged, rubbed with oils, and painted over with a sheen of gold. Afterwards, we’re wrapped in ceremonial robes with a special belt that the winner of the battle takes after their victory.

“Still no sign of Nellie?” I whisper over to Abby.

Abby shakes her head. “I’ve been trying to text her, but nothing. Oh well,” she grumbles. “Her choice.”

Chuck is posing before a mirror, happily taking in the sight of his muscles slicked with gold. “I can’t wait to get my mate. They’re going to be all over me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Ben grumbles.

Chuck turns to Ben. “You don’t seem excited.”

“You don’t seem worried,” Ben tosses back at him.

Chuck grins. “What is there to worry about?” He poses again. “We’re special, we’re the selected. We’re going off to live in glory and celebration!”

“Sure,” Ben rolls his eyes. “And you know this how?”

“No one would let us do it otherwise, now would they?” Chuck says with a knowing smirk. “If there was any danger, you think this would be allowed?” He places his hands on his hips so the front of his robe opens to reveal his chest. “This has been going on for generations. Why so scared all of a sudden?”

“It’s just weird, is all. We really don’t know what will happen to us once we get our mate. Where do all the selected go? What do they do? Do they turn into Parlangua, or are they just kept all the time in the castle?”

“I always assumed everyone had chambers in the castle,” Abby says innocently. “You know, for the first year, and then…” She frowns at her own train of thought.

Chuck sighs happily. “I’m all for a huge love nest. I don’t mind you all seeing what I get into.” His smug smile is all the bigger.

“Sure you don’t,” I roll my eyes.

The tent opens, and three Parlanguas come inside. They take off their robes and bow their heads to us.

“Our selected,” the first, a woman, speaks. She is much bigger than the two males with her. “We chose you all sixteen years ago, and now, at long last, your time has come to each sit upon the throne.” She and the other two kneel. “At this time, we would like to speak with all of you.” Her eyes gaze across the room. “But it seems one of you is missing.”

I step forward and approach the Paralangua. “Nellie hasn’t shown up.” I keep my jaw stiff. “We think she has forgone the ritual.”

She bows her head. “Such a shame. In any case, the ritual will go on, but some of our children will be disappointed.” She raises her gaze to us. “But that also means the arena will be all the more brutal.” Her eyes fall once on each of us. “Since one is missing, those who would compete for her will now separate to fight for one of you.”

“Yikes,” Chuck hisses under his breath.

“This is not uncommon. In fact, we almost always expect it.” The leader shakes her head. “That is why we select five.” She glances between us again. “But beyond that point, tonight your lives will change. Tonight, once you and your mate meet for the first time...” Ben and I exchange looks again. “You will all be taken to the castle on the hill. It is there you will remain for one year to allow a bond to be made. The bond is what will hold you together and keep you strong.”

“But what will happen?” Ben asks timidly. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but none of us know what it is we are to expect.”

“These are all fair points,” she replies. “But I cannot answer them. All I can say is that you will be safe, and your mate will take proper care for you.”

That evening, we are taken to the doors of the arena. All around us, we can hear whispers in the water, and the low breathing of the waiting combatants. I sit close to Ben as a cold chill goes down my back.

The four of us stand in a line and hold each other’s hands. I squeeze tighter onto Ben’s than I do Chuck’s, but I can tell through all his bravado that he’s nervous too. 

“Well, this is it then,” Chuck chuckles anxiously. “I can go in first if that will make the rest of you feel better.”

“If you want,” Abby murmurs. “But I can go in first.”

I look to Ben, who is easing away from the door and standing a pace behind me. “Well, someone needs to go inside.” I let go of their hands and drop my robes at the door. We must go into the arena naked.

I push open the heavy stone doors, and they groan as they ease apart. A cold gust of air ripples over my body, and it is enough to set my teeth on edge. I take the first step down and follow the stairs until I descend into the water. It’s cool, but not too cold. I look up to see the light shining from the open door. 

“Come on in!” I call out. “The water’s fine!” I then glance back into the arena, seeing a pool of water stretched out before me, and three corridors beyond it. I wade into the water, which comes up to my navel. I pick the farthest door on the right and continue my journey inside.

There is very little light - just a torch every few feet or so. I walk slowly, keeping my breathing shallow and quiet as I go. I soon come out of the water, walking along a bed of moss through a winding, twisting hallway.

The arena is like a labyrinth underneath the swamplands. The Paralangua built it ages ago to hide themselves and trap intruders. When the Festival of Ash began, they turned the labyrinth into a sort of game for the selected. Inside, the Paralangua wait, listening for any sound that can lead them to one of the selected navigating the labyrinth. If you want to escape and find a way out, you have to remain quiet. It has become tradition to see who can make it the longest rather than escape.

I am simply waiting on Lerour. I think if I remain quiet enough, he would be able to sniff me out. After all, he knows what he is looking for. I am coming to what I think is a bend in the hall when I slip on the moss and go flying down a slick incline. I scream, unable to hold back my voice from the shock of falling. 

The incline tilts upwards, and my momentum sends me shooting into the air. I hit the water on my side, and it feels like slamming into a brick wall. The water is deep, with no discernable bottom. I force my way back to the surface, gasping for breath and trying to look through the dark for any sign of land. I swim, find the wall and then make my way around it. 

I hear a low rumbling sound in the distance, and I grow still. I hold my breath to make sure nothing can sense me. There is something in the water, and it is moving in fast. I feel a current at my feet, and when I dive under the surface I see a hole in the wall. I swim inside, descending into the tunnel which opens into a room. I climb up onto dry ground and lay there for a moment. I breathe deep, taking a stolen moment in order to calm down.

A Paralangua bursts forth from where I came out, and I scream. I jump to my feet and hit the wall head-on. I fall backwards, rolling away from the Parlangua as it tries to grab me. I sprint away, but the creature is hot on my tail.

I come to a ladder going up to the ceiling, and I jump at it. The entrance at the top is too small for the Parlangua to go through, so as long as I can climb fast enough, I’ll get away from it. I’m halfway up when it grabs my ankle. I hold on for dear life, trying to kick it away. As I’m starting to lose my grip, another comes out of nowhere and a fight begins. I climb up out of reach and look down. I scream, seeing jaws of one Paralangua sink into the neck of another. I cover my eyes, but I cannot help peering through my fingers.

“Stop screaming! They’ll find you!” Lerour yells up at me. He fights off the other Paralangua who throws him into the wall. “Samara, get out of here! I’ll still find you!”

I rush to the door, but it opens as I reach it. Behind it is Ben, who starts to scream, but I quickly cover his mouth.

“Quiet!” I hiss. “The more noise you make, the more that will come.”

Ben grabs hold of me and hugs me tight. “I am so happy to see you!”

I sigh and rub his bare back. “We can’t go back that way.” I take hold of his hand and look around. “Which way did you come?”

He points north. “I came out of there. It was this hall of vines that stuck all over me. It was awful. I heard something chasing me, but I think it got trapped in the vines.”

I listen for a moment as the sounds of Lerour fighting the other Paralangua fade away. I keep ahold of Ben’s hand and charge ahead through another entrance. We find ourselves in a wide, open room filled with a pond of glowing water. Across the room from us are two closed doors, one red and one green.

“What should we do, Samara?” Ben whispers.

I tug his hand and step into the pond. It’s waist deep, and the faint blue glow comes to gather around me. I make Ben stop before he goes in, and when I climb out, the blue glow sticks to me, making me a very noticeable target.

“Crap,” I snarl. “I stand out like a glowstick!” I try to rub away the glow, but it only smears and gets brighter the more I try to get it off. I slip back into the water. “Here, get on my shoulders.”

“But I’m naked!” Ben snaps.

“And we’re being chased through a labyrinth by horny reptiles,” I snap quietly. “Life is fucking weird, your dick isn’t.” I slap my palms onto my shoulders. “Now hop on! Only one of us should be a huge warning sign.”

Ben is heavier than I expected, but I am able to take him across the pond with minimal blue glow to his skin. Ben takes my hand and helps me from the pond and we stand in front of the doors. 

“Which one?” he asks.

I frown and go to the green door. As I open it, something comes charging towards us. I shut the door and grab Ben, heading for the red door. We rush inside and we descend another slick incline. Screaming our heads off, we’re sent into the air before falling in another deep pool.

I’m pulled from the water before I have a chance to gain my bearings. My attacker chucks me over their shoulder, and with a baritone chuckle, they slap my rear. “I told you I’d find you.”

Lerour sets me down on the shore as I gaze up at him. He is bloodied, beaten, and proud, with a smug smile spread across his face. I sigh with relief and lay down on the cold ground.

“I’m so fucking tired,” I pant.

“You’re tired?” he growls. “Do you know what all I did to get to you?”

I shoot up and look out across the pool to see Ben being carried in a Paralangua’s arms. “Ben!” I yell.

“Don’t worry about him,” Lerour purrs. “He’s in safe hands.” His own palms graze down my body. “C’mon. I caught you. It’s time to go.” He picks me up and chucks me over his shoulder. My bare skin sticks to his smooth scales. As I look down, I see blood dripping from his back. 

“You’re hurt!” I exclaim.

Lerour continues walking, taking me along a path he has well memorized. “All part of the chase.” He palms my ass as we walk away. 

We come out from the underground onto a path lined with trees and flowers, which have faint lights twinkling from within. These lead up to a set of stairs that open into the cellar of the castle. Inside, the whole place feels like a sauna, hot and steamy, which is what the Paralagua enjoy. 

Lerour carries me down a hallway to a room where we are tended to by other Parlangua. Lerour is stitched up, his wounds are taken care of and he’s disrobed of his clothes. I am washed clean, and the blue glow is removed from my skin with an oil that smells heavily of cedar. 

I am given a drink that makes me feel warm and snuggly all over. After this, we are led to a room with a steaming pool in the center. On one side of the room is a platform covered in blankets and pillows, and on the other is a banquet table filled with food and drink that could last for days.

I stand naked, glancing towards Lerour. He has a lascivious look in his eyes already. He looks me over then turns towards me as he smooths his hand down his body. I notice his cock is not visible - instead, there is a bulge at his front with a vertical opening, like a closed eyelid.

I gulp down a nervous breath and step towards him. Lerour is everything I could have ever wanted or dreamed about. He’s terrifying yet beautiful, and so powerful. I touch his arm, where he received the biggest wound.

“Does it hurt?” I ask him gently.

Lerour touches my arm. “Not when you’re here,” he whispers. 

“But it must.” my voice cracks with nerves.

Lerour kneels so he can be eye to eye with me. His hand cups my face, and he gently strokes it down. His cool, rough palm rubs against my naked body, and the warmth from the drink increases. 

“Shall we go for a swim?” Lerour slips down into the waters and holds his hand out to me “The water is perfect.”

“After the arena, I’m not sure I feel much like swimming,” I chuckle anxiously. 

His smile turns soft, rather than the usual confident smirk I had seen him with. “This time, I’ll be with you. You won’t get chased unless you want me to.”

Smiling shyly, I take his outstretched hand. “Fair enough.” I walk down the stairs until I am close to Lerour again. He places his hands around my waist and, for once, I don’t feel self-conscious about it. His hands are so big they fit all the way around me. 

“What are we supposed to do?” I ask. “I mean, you’re injured and just fought. I don’t want you to hurt yourself any more because of-” I lose my train of thought as he kisses my neck. Sharp teeth nip and drag down my skin until my lashes flutter involuntarily. 

“It’s sweet of you to worry, but I have been prepared for this night for as long as I can remember.” He pulls me in close. His teeth snag against my skin, causing me to gasp in fear and then sigh with relief as his tongue laps over me. “I will feel no pain as long as you’re with me.”

“Why me?” I look up into his eyes. “Have you been hunting me?”

He smirks. “Since I was young and saved you from the waters.”

I furrow my brow, placing my hands on his broad chest. “Saved me? When?” I went on a fishing trip one day. After getting too rowdy, I had fallen off the boat, but it was my father who pulled me up.

“You sank like a stone.” Lerour steps down deeper into the warm water. “I swam towards the surface, carrying you away from the current that tried to take you.”

I’m waist deep in the water. My whole body is pressed against his so closely. I hold on tighter to him as we start to float. “I don’t remember this.”

“I breathed into you,” Lerour’s lips brush against my ear. “You breathed again because of me. Ever since then, I knew you and I were fated. We share the same breath, and now, we will share the same life, the same body.” His hand moves down my back and between my thighs. 

I gulp down a breath and clamp my legs around his wrist. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Lerour’s smirk grows. “Which one?” His hand wriggles, and his fingers brush against me for a brief second. 

I catch my breath quickly. “What are we supposed to do tonight?”

Lerour swims with me in the warm water. “What do you want to do, Samara?”

I glance towards the pillows and blankets. “I’d like to see you, know you a bit better.” I lean in, intending to kiss him, but he catches me. He tilts my head back and bites my neck again. I struggle, but this allows his fingers to touch me directly. They smooth against the plump lips of my mound as if trying to open me.

I whimper softly, reaching down to grab his wrist. “Wait, please.” 

Lerour tilts his head, watching me curiously. He then helps me from the water. “You kept the promise.”

“I’ve been ready for this, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous about it,” I huff. “It’s all so weird and strange, you know?” I grumble. “No matter how many times I tried to play the scenario in my head, I still forget that I don’t really know you.”

Lerour comes out of the water, his hulking body bears over mine. “That is the point of this year,” he whispers. “We learn. We touch, we taste, we come to know.” He takes hold of my hand and laces our fingers together. “I was far too eager, and wanted to know you right away. I am impatient and I have waited so long. I would have fought everyone in my brood to earn you.”

I tremble slightly, reaching out my hand to place it on his face. He nuzzles into my palm and smiles down at me. His eyes are sharp and terrifying.

His lips brush against my ear, then and he breathes against me. “Do I scare you?” The deep bass of his voice trembles on my skin again.

“Yes.” The word is pushed out from breathless lungs by a powerful heartbeat.

He leans in even closer so that his body is over mine - not in a show of power, but as a comforting blanket. “Is that something you enjoy?”

I bite down on my cheek and nod my answer.

Lerour grins, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the platform of bedding. There, he lays down in the pillows, posing with his arms over his head and one knee raised. He grins up at me, chuckling slightly as I eyeball him.

“Touch if you want.” he stretches, arching his back so his chest is puffed out. “You said yourself that you wanted to.”

I place my palm in the center of his chest. His scales feel cold and a little rough, but his underbelly is glossy and smooth. I lean down, kissing him and hearing his gentle sounds. As I move lower, I stop before his hips and I swirl my fingers around the bulge, which is starting to open. A sticky fluid oozes from it, which makes me believe he’s holding back.

“What do you think of me?” he chuckles. “Am I a fitting mate for you?”

“Maybe,” I murmur. “But-” my fingers circle around the bulge. “I have yet to see everything.”

Lerour moans and spreads his thighs more. The opening stretches, and the tip of something eases forward. The slick fluid pulses out, dribbling down and onto his thighs. He breathes deeply, licking his lipsas my eyes linger.

The shape that comes out is bright red, like a ruby, fading down its length into the most beautiful pink I’ve ever seen. It’s much bigger than I expected and, in a way, is its own form of terrifying. It rises up like a monument, then falls with a heavy slap against his stomach.

“Is that all?” Lerour teases. He takes it into his hand to stroke it. 

“I hope that’s all,” I cough. “That thing could club a man to death.” I watch him, languishing as his hand pumps over the girthy thing. 

Lerour sits up and places his hand under my chin. “It’s only made to please.” He dips down and kisses me. “Only you, in fact.”

I swoon from the kiss, but I manage to keep my composure. Tentatively, I slip my fingers around his cock. My hand barely fits. How is he supposed to actually, you know, fit elsewhere?

“I’ll rip in two,” I breathe. “Do you really plan on killing me?”

Lerour eases me back, laying me down amongst the pillows. He kisses me as his fingers trail down my torso. He sinks them inside me once he’s over my mound. “I plan to make you scream, but only because I’m doing too well.”

I shiver as his fingers rub against me. He coaxes cream from my lips, and uses it to push his way further inside. Then he pulls his fingers out and tuts.

“No, no, you kept your promise.” He dips down between my thighs. “For now, it’s this.” His long tongue swirls around my clit, coils and tightens, then slips down between my folds. 

I whimper loudly, throwing my head back against the pillows. I see through the sheer curtains hanging behind us - shapes, others who are writhing on the pillows. I see Ben, who is behind his mate, driving deep inside him while his mate moans into the pillows. I see Chuck, who is being held up by a male and rubbing their cocks together. I see Abby, who is sucking the tip of her mate’s cock while he pulls at her hair.

“You see, Samara?” Lerour whispers from between my thighs. “They’re all here, all finding their pleasure with one another. Together, won’t it be so much nicer?”

The sheer curtains rise and we all go still for a moment. We stare, locked in our own erotic poses. Our mates move us closer together, placing us in the center of the endless sea of blankets and pillows. Slowly and uncertainly, we all continue. Lerour goes down on me again, and I let out the first shared moan. Abby returns to her mate’s cock, watching me as much as him. Ben continues to drive into his mate, watching as Chuck’s thighs are fucked by his mate.

We wake up in the morning together; Abby, Ben, Chuck, and I. We rise from our slumber, remembering how we shared and watched one another. For a moment, we don’t look at each other.

“So Chuck,” Ben perks up. “How do you like your mate?”

Chuck scoffs while Abby giggles sweetly. “Never said I was expecting anything between the sheets, just as long as we were between them,” he says with a smirk. 

“I never would have expected you liking to take on a more submissive role,” I tease back. “Seeing you all whiny and tormented was kind of nice. At least you weren’t talking.”

Abby and Ben start laughing out loud.

Chuck’s expression goes from rose-tinted embarrassment to his usual smug expression. “Did I get you hot?”

“Not as much as Abby did.” I playfully nudge her. “Brave girl almost had that monster inside her.”

“It’ll take some work,” Abby chuckles. “But I was sort of excited by everything. I never expected this, least of all enjoying everything so much.”

“I was scared I’d be alone, that we’d all be separated,” Ben sighs. “But then when I heard Chuck, I felt this sort of connection. I started realizing we were all here.”

“What’d you hear?” Chuck asks curiously.

Ben smirks. “You were begging for mercy.”

“I thought he was going to snap me in two! I wasn’t really expecting a male partner. Lord knows I’ve gone down on a few, but nothing like him.” Chuck grumbles. “How the hell are you girls going to survive when you take one of those?”

Abby and I both titter as we snuggle together. “I’m sure we’ll get used to such a thing,” I say. “Maybe if we even work together on it.”

“The bonding begins,” a deep voice calls out. We look up, seeing our mates watching us from above. All are carrying plates of food. Lerour leads the way down and each mate goes to their respective partner. The plates of food are set down before us, and our mates serve us. 

“This is not all about becoming one with our mates,” Lerour explains, “but about forming a tribe. Becoming one to raise our children. We all bond together, and when our children are of age, we send them to battle for one of the selected, much like we did.”

“Then after this year, where do we go?” I ask.

Lerour smiles down at me, placing a soft kiss on my lips and licking away the jam smeared there. “Anywhere we wish, as long as we are together.” His hand wraps around my hip then slips between my thighs. I glance over to see that Abby’s mate already has her on her back. Behind them, Chuck’s mate is using his thighs again.

“You see how much fun we can have together?” Lerour moves me into his lap. “Doesn’t it make you excited?” His cock slips between my legs and rubs against my slit. His strong hands grope my breasts as he rolls his hips.

The slick noise that comes from between our bodies makes me realize how aroused I’ve become. Watching my mound wrap around his cock, and my wetness shine on his skin, makes me want to feel him inside.

We spend the morning touching, tasting, and playing with one another. I come to such a point of arousal that everything aches and, as I approach Lerour again, I’m trembling.

“Come here, my love.” Lerour holds his arms out to me. “I will take care of everything.”

Lerour lays me on my back and climbs on top of me. He kisses me and runs his hands roughly down my body. I look back, seeing everyone has paired off again. I gaze back up to Lerour, who places his finger in my mouth.

“You may bite me if you must.” His voice is a low, tender growl. He lifts my hips so my thighs are placed against his. His cock rubs against me, and then he starts to push.

I try not to bite him. I don’t want to hurt him. I can hear Abby crying out, and Chuck is snarling. I moan as Lerour’s finger presses against my tongue. It hurts as he eases inside. He’s too big, there’s no way. My back arches as I try to find a way to make it more comfortable. 

“Bite me,” he growls into my ear. “It’s okay.”

I whimper, closing my eyes as a few tears trickle out. Then, there is a warmth. The more he stretches me, the better it feels. Now I understand that the spell the Parlangua placed on us helps ease us into this, making it possible for us to mate properly.

As Lerour pushes deep and I feel the weight of him inside, I sigh out loud and smear my saliva across his finger.

“Not so bad, is it?” Lerour growls, a sinister grin on his face. “How does it feel?” He starts to thrust, pulling out and then making another shallow lunge. 

Beyond me, I can hear the others crying out in pleasure. Our voices mingle together as we finally become one with our respective mates.

Lerour jerks inside me. I lose my breath for a moment and reach up to claw down his back. He chuckles, smirking at me.

“Wait until I show you everything.” He dips down, biting my neck as he drives harder into me. His fingers dig into the pillow, ripping them. Feathers start to float out around me, fluffing up the harder he goes.

I wrap my legs around his waist, holding faster to him. I feel everything, but my mind is going blank. My eyes roll back in my head and my body starts to overflow with a radiant heat. Everything spins and the next thing I know, Lerour is kissing me. He’s still inside me, still hard as ever.

“What happened?” I whisper.

“I did my job,” Lerour purrs into my ear. 

I sigh softly, melting to his touch and soft kisses. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

Lerour chuckles. “That’s the point. Only I can bring you to such heights, my love.” He sits up. “Now, I will finish.”

I swallow back the nervous lump in my throat. “I don’t know if I can take anymore,” I whimper. “You’ll break me.”

Lerour runs his hand down my body. “If what I did before didn’t break you, this for sure won’t.” He starts to thrust again, pushing deep inside me. He lets out a low growl that vibrates across my skin. His eyes focus, watching him disappear inside me. He pulls out, thrusting back hard inside me. I let out a small cry each time he does this.

Slowly, he gets harder and rougher. He’s snarling like he’s rabid, his jaws open and all his dangerous teeth on display. He’s rattling me to my core and then, all at once, that warmth again, that overwhelming sensation that makes me sink into another world. But now, there is an extra heat to it. As my vision spins, I feel it spill inside me and out of me.

Lerour pants and huffs, breathing hard and roaring, raising his arms in the air and shaking his fists. He grins at me, drool dripping down his jowls. 

I look down and feel along my lips clinging to his shaft. I’m so full of his semen, it’s dribbling out like a broken faucet.

“Take every last drop,” he growls. 

I relax back into the pillows, tons of feathers sticking to me. After a while, we go to one of the heated pools with all of rest and relax. Chuck is surprisingly silent, while Ben is affectionate with everyone. 

The first few days are like this, all of us indulging in our pleasure. After a while, we all start to talk more. We learn about one another and explore the rest of the castle. There are a few staff in place, those who cook for us and clean up the place. Most of the time we’re all together, but there are moments when we go off to be alone with our mates.

One afternoon, Lerour and I are floating together in the warm pool in our room while I rest on top of him. He sighs deeply and puts his hands on my bare back.

“Are you happy here, Samara?” Lerour asks. 

I lift my head to gauge his expression. He seems serious in his question. “Why do you ask that?”

“I have to be sure,” he chuckles. “Sometimes you humans do not speak your minds unless provoked. As your partner, I want to make sure at all times that you are well.” His hands rub down my sides, then rest on the backs of my thighs. 

I kiss his neck and sigh. “I’m happy, don’t worry.” I lay my head back down on his chest. “What about you?” I toss the question back at him. “Are you happy?”

Lerour chuckles and runs his hands up my back. “Of course I am! I have my dream girl here with me.”

I kiss his neck and feel him shiver. I dart my tongue against his scales and hear him suck in his breath sharply. “Do not tease me.” Lerour moves, easing me into the water before setting me on the shore. “I do not like being teased.” He kisses me, nipping my lip with his sharp teeth.

I giggle smugly as he tries to get his revenge. “I think you like it plenty!” I loop my arms around his neck. “In fact, I think you love it.”

“Mind if we join?” Chuck and his partner, Elikel, step into the room. “The others are asleep, and we were getting lonely.”

Lerour waves them in. “Come in. I was just about to teach my love a lesson,” he grins. 

Chuck sits down beside me while Elikel eases into the water. “What sort of lesson?” Elikel asks with a wry smirk. “Perhaps I can help teach this class.”

I snuggle up to Chuck and kiss his neck. Peering at Lerour, I tease Chuck the same way I teased him.

“See?” Lerour points. “Imagine how frustrating that must feel!” He glances to Elikel, whose pupils have widened as he watches us.

“Here,” Chuck touches my cheek. “Let’s show them.” We kiss, and I press my bare chest against his.

Lerour’s lip curls up, showing off his sharp, lovely teeth. “They’re really asking for it, aren’t they?” His chest puffs up, and I can tell he’s more than enjoying himself. 

Elikel laughs. “Mine loves to do this,” he says with a heartfelt sigh. “He told me the more eyes that are on him, the harder he gets. So, I let him have his fun and I give him all my attention when he does.”

Chuck and I part, gazing into each other’s eyes for a moment. “Well, what to do?” He tilts his head as his fingers brush along my breast. “Seeing as we now have a captive audience.”

“That’s always what you have.” I take his cock into my hand, pumping it slowly. “You’re hard already?” I say with a soft laugh, kissing his cheek.

“How could I not be?” Chuck says with pride. “I’m living a dream come true. My pansexual heart is soaring, and there’s no end in sight.”

“So, now what to do?” Elikel then glances to Lerour. “How should we continue this supposed lesson of yours?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Lerour glances at me as a grin spreads across his face. He reaches out, pulling me away from Chuck and into his lap. “So many choices.”

Elikel comes onto the shore and lays Chuck down before him.

I close my eyes as his teeth drag over my skin. “No need to choose just one,” I murmur. I kiss him as his hands roam down my body. “We’ve got a lifetime.”