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Stars danced in my eyes, blinding me from how heightened my other senses were.

Her hand went to my sac, playing with it like she was testing ripe fruit, and I lost my mind. My whole body shuddered violently, and I dug my fingers into her scalp while hers gripped my hips as she gagged on me. Hot liquid rushed through me and filled her mouth. She sputtered while attempting to swallow it down.

I tried to catch my breath and pulled out of her, checking to see if she was alright. She was more beautiful to me than ever before, her eyes glossy and tears staining her cheeks. Her swollen lips were wet with my release and fixed into a mischievous smile.

She had enjoyed it.

My heart was ready to burst at the sight of her.

What had she done to me? And how could I make it happen again?

Only she mattered right now, though. She had confessed that she used sexual acts to seek comfort.

My legs threatened to give out when I quickly blew out the candles. She waited for me on her knees in the darkness.

I lifted her up from the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“What are you doing?”

I was carrying her to bed, where I would hold her for as long as she needed me to.

I understood what it was like to be alone, and together, we didn’t have to be anymore.

Chapter 20

Liar, Liar, Loincloth on Fire

Maris

I had finished my mist net.

And I had given Cryptid a blow job.

I wondered which of the two I was more proud of. Definitely the blow job, with the net coming in a hair behind.

I grinned like a fool as I carried my accomplishment. Last night had been a night of firsts. It had been the first time a man had licked honey off my body, which had surprisingly really helped my bumps improve—or maybe that should’ve been attributed to the stampede of endorphins shouting at my body’s immune system to calm the fuck down.

It had been the first time I shared the truth about my baggage with anyone. And he appeared not to have judged me for it. In fact, he had held me all night like I needed. I’d had the chance to wake up wrapped in his arms without having had to exchange mediocre sex for cuddling. He had given me my pride back.

According to my assumptions, it had also been the first time he’d ever received a blow job, and his response made me want to give him ten more. How could a guy as hot as him be deprived of fellatio? If he’d lived in Washington, women would’ve been throwing themselves all over him. His size alone would’ve attracted news attention. People would’ve written articles about it. “Giant Jungle Man Has Even Bigger Cock.” And for a guy who was living without the standard hygiene necessities found at drugstores, he kept himself pretty tidy down there.

And the way he had choked me with his length…I’d been afraid he might impale my voice box, leaving me unable to talk like him.

It was so fucking hot.

And I wasn’t mad at myself. I had been initially, when he’d finger-fucked me, like I was taking advantage of him. Like I was too messed up for this innocent guy to get involved with. Like I needed to save him from myself.

So much so that I’d poured my heart out to him with brutal honesty. Yet when I had seen him touching himself,because of me, I couldn’t resist. He had desired me as much as I wanted him. And I had wanted him badly, without needing to receive anything in return.

To my surprise, he acknowledged my confession and had gathered me up in his arms, refusing to let me go all night. Nothing else sexual had happened again, but honestly, it had been refreshing not to have to worry about putting out to receive intimacy.

It was perfect and I was on a high. If I smiled any harder, I swore my teeth would fall out.

The sun bathed my skin. The birds chirped merrily. My bumps barely itched, although I resembled a short giraffe. I was happy.

And I was productive, too. My net was complete, and I was ready to hang it.

If I wasn’t returning home anytime soon, then I would resume my research.

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