Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Her eyes close and she nearly collapses. I gather her in my arms, dragging her through the door into the main room and over to our bed. Once I have her settled and comfortable, I set to gathering my supplies. A quick check of her vitals tells me she’s not doing well at all.
Rekk!
I am overcome with defeat and slump beside her. Without the equipment I need, she will surely die. The thought is too much to bear. If she passes, my heart will cease to beat. I will die along with her.
Burying my nose in her hair, I try to memorize her scent. My body wraps around her and I try to warm her, as though that will help somehow. It is a lost cause, but it still feels right. All that can be heard is the loud rattling in her chest. After several moments, her voice comes out in the barest of whisper.
“Make love to me.”
I lift up, letting out a harsh chuckle. “Emery—”
A shaky finger presses to my lips. “I didn’t have a chance to tell you…” She squeezes her eyes shut and coughs hard. The wheeze in her chest is terrifying. “It helps.”
“What helps?” I demand, frowning at her.
“When…when we did it…” Tears fill her pretty blue eyes and then race down her temples. “I felt so much better.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask gently, pressing kisses to her soft flesh.
“I was afraid to hope,” she whispers. “Now, hope is all we have left.”
Our eyes lock for a long moment as indecision wars inside me.
“Calix,” she murmurs. “Just do it.” She goes into a coughing fit that makes my heart nearly cease. “J-Just get your c-cock wet. Do it quickly. I don’t have the energy for anything else. Please.”
Her pleading does me in. I make haste on removing her minnasuit. Mine gets stripped away in the next instant. When I hold up my palm and frown at it, Emery takes my wrist and draws it to her mouth.
Gently, she pushes out her sweet, fat tongue and licks my palm. My mind nearly detonates with a million simultaneous thoughts about how unsanitary this is. But before I can stop her actions, she is guiding my hand back to my cock. I am not hard until she wraps my hand around my length. Taking over, I stroke myself until I am fully erect while also smearing her saliva all over. I give her a questioning look and she gives me a small nod.
“I am yours,” I vow as I gently push into her body. “I will always do your bidding. No matter how unusual your request.” Like asking me to mate with her on her deathbed.
She smiles. “I’m yours too.”
Gathering my fragile lilapetal into my arms, I pull her up and against my chest as I sit back on my haunches. She rests her nog on my shoulder and her hot breath tickles my neck. I grab her fleshy bottom and urge her body up and down my shaft. Another coughing fit takes hold of her, causing her cunt to clench with each cough. I press my lips to her nog and let out a groan. My release comes quick and easy, knowing this is not about pleasure, but about healing. The sooner I spill my seed, the sooner we can see if it helps any.
We’re quiet as the toxica effects spread through her. She slumps against me. Softly, I stroke her bare back and kiss her nog. I guide us back down onto the bed, but remain inside her. Her blue eyes are wide as she studies my face up close. While she stares, I push her hair from her face and lap away the lingering tears on her cheeks. We remain like this for some time until she begins to feel again. Her body twitches and squirms until she is now stroking my hair.
And smiling.
Big and beautiful.
Perfect.
“Calix,” she says, her smile widening. Strong. Her voice is stronger. “We need to get you to a lab.”
“How long does it work for?” I ask, my mind already working out tests I want to run on each of us. Blood. Semen. Saliva. I want to run it all against each other under a micro-viewer so I can see what healing properties there may be.
“Well, last time, the storm wiped me out. And then the accident. Maybe a few hours I felt really good,” she tells me. Her brow lifts. “You look pretty wiped out, though.”
“I am fine,” I assure her.
“But we can use the microbot thingies to help heal you.” Her brows are furled with concern that makes my heart surge with pride.
“Nonsense. I will save those for your much-needed surgery.”
She lets out a sigh as she concedes. “Okay, but we at least need to get some real food into you.”