Page 42 of Wicked Magik

“Yes, now will you let me sew on his penis so we can go do whatever you want.”

Oryx lowered himself closer to my ear. “Like the licking of your pussy?”

My eyes widened and I placed my hands over his snout. “You can’t say that out loud. Shh!”

Benedict snorted and when Oryx went to glare at him he looked away like he heard nothing.

Benedict swung his legs over the side of the table, careful to keep the sheet wrapped around his waist. "I'll go gather the, uh, necessary parts," he muttered, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. He avoided Oryx's glare and shuffled out of the room, leaving me alone with my possessive monster.

Oryx grumbled, his eyes following Benedict until he disappeared into the shadowy hallway. "I do not like him," he declared, turning his gaze back to me. "You are mine. He should not ask such things of you."

I patted Oryx's boned cheek, his coarse fur rough against my palm. "He's just asking for help, Orie. Nothing more. You don't need to worry." I stood up and began to clean the workspace, organizing the tools I had used. "Besides, I think it's kind of sweet that you're so protective."

Oryx preened under my touch, his ears flicking happily. "I will always protect you, pet," he rumbled. His skull moved with my every movement, curiosity piqued by my actions. "What are you doing now?"

"Cleaning up," I explained, wiping down the countertops. "It's important to keep a workspace clean. Plus, it gives Benedict some privacy while he... gathers what he needs."

Oryx snorted, a low rumble in his chest. "I still do not like it."

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Duly noted, Orie."

Benedict returned a short while later, carrying a closed jar. He looked even more embarrassed than before, if that was possible. I took the jar from him, careful not to look too closely. Professionalism was key in these situations.

At least, I guess it was, my patients were usually dead.

"Alright," I said, turning back to the table. "Let's get this over with."

I opened the jar, ready for a smell, but there was none. Instead there was a big fat gray looking dick poking out, staring at me.

Oryx huffed. “It is small, I don’t need to worry about my pet liking that. Mine is large and robust.” He sat back on his hind legs and looked at his claws.

Benedict growled. “Excuse me, for my body it is quite large! I’m sure Vesper finds it nice!”

My eyes widened. “Do you want this sewn back on or not? Shut up!”

Oryx leaned over my shoulder. “Do you find his dick appealing?”

Why am I here? How did I get stuck holding a dick in a jar and being asked about a fae’s appendage and if it is appealing?

“You can read my mind, what do you think?” I glared back at Oryx.

He huffed. “I want to hear you say it.” His hot breath blew in my ear and my nipples hardened instantly.

Why was he doing this, since when did he get all… demandingly hot?

“I want you to say it… Outloud so he can hear. I want him to know you only crave my cock. The one I want buried inside you. The one that you want to memorize every vein down that pretty little throat.”

I gasped. “Stop reading my mind, you pervert!” I turned and pushed him away.

He chuckled. “You just said to read your mind.”

I shook my head. “Not anymore. You lost that privilege. Do not do it again.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just when I tell you. Now pinky promise.”

He whined. “No, I don’t want to.”

Benedict cleared his throat. “Are you just going to hold my dick in the jar or put it back on?”

I grimaced. “We will talk later, Orie. I’m mad at you.”