Page 41 of Serpent In White
Moving my hips with him, I writhe beneath his weight as he straddles my legs, holding himself up with one hand on my chest, while the other strokes our cocks furiously. I’m bending, about to snap.
You gonna come for me, baby?He aims his snake eyes on me, and they hold my gaze, the fire I saw in them before now burning visibly, a wild inferno.
“Yes…” I pant, pushing up and up andup. “I’m gonna…”
“Be a good servant andcomewhen you’re called.”
A cry fleas my lips as I let go, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt washing over me. My dick aches out pulses of cum, all over his hand and my abs.
My breathing is erratic, and all the colors are blooming into flowers around the room. We’re in a garden.
Good boy, baby. You’re making me come like the sweet thing you are.
I watch hungrily as his dick erupts right after mine, cum jetting from the head of his big cock, squirting up to my chest. When he’s done, he drags the tip up and down mine, swiping our cum together, coating our cocks with it.
It’s beyond dirty, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, or ever thought I would experience for my first sexual encounter. Fuckingmesmerizing.
Feeling the flush in my cheeks, I gaze up at him, and him down at me. He blinks a few times, and the static is back in his head. I can’t hear anything he’s thinking right now. It stitches my brows together.
I think he notices, because he hops off me and saunters over to his desk, grabbing a towel to clean me up. Propping up on my elbows, I watch him as he does, a silent air of regret surrounding him. I feel it, weighing down the air.Suffocating.
I don’t want to be something he regrets. And I definitely didn’t want my first sexual experience to be tainted like this.
I didn’t even get to kiss him…
“Thanks for stopping by, Abdiel Harmony,” he blurts out, having already redressed. He hands me my shirt.
I feel like such an idiot. A total booty call, if that’s even what this would be.Is that why he called me here? He wanted to hook up with me and then kick me out?
He keeps blinking at me, his forehead lined. I have no idea what that look means, and I can’t even hear his thoughts. It’s beyond frustrating.
The colors are fading, and things are going back to normal, though I still hear voices. Just not from Drake.
Pulling my pants up, I tug my shirt over my head, running stressed fingers through my hair.
“I’m—”
“I told younotto apologize,” he cuts me off.
“Right…” I shake my head as I walk to the door. “I guess I’ll just ask Chelsea about classes, then.” I glance back at him one last time, and he nods.
“She’ll get you set up.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I pull the door open, muttering a weakened, “Thanks, Serpent,” as I wander back out into the lab.
Before I close the door, I hear,Be good, little mouse.
I decide to walk back from the lab, rather than calling Lorn for a ride. And none of the guards seem to oppose, all of them just staring at me as I slink away from the Field, radiating awkward humiliation.
Of course, they don’t know anything about that, but I can hear their thoughts, and it’s crazy overwhelming.
I’m jerking left and right at every noise, every idea spoken without a word uttered. This is baffling to me, though I don’t have time to stop and feel insecure about how all my friends from the Tribe are watching me leave and suspecting I just got shot down in some sense by The Alchemist.
It has me wondering how many people he does this with… At first, I thought it was just something he did with Head Priest. And I actually allowed myself to feelspecial, as if he was bringing me into their inner circle.
But after being dismissed like that, after he came and then immediately regretted doing so withme, I have to assume this is his thing. He gives people drugs, makes them feel like they’re one with God, takes advantage of their openness by messing around with them, and then sends them away.
I don’t know, maybe not, but I’m just a little lost right now.
