Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,45

embrace, lifting Zana’s arm carefully, and Zana rolled over, still asleep. Quietly so he wouldn’t wake him, Navid climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. He closed the door noiselessly.

His stomach churned and stirred. Not aching, just…this pulsing warmth? It stemmed from his middle and reached into his lower back. Would he throw up? He hated throwing up. Had he eaten something wrong last night? But no, he wasn’t sick. After he used the toilet, he felt much better. As he washed his hands, he examined his body. His stomach was relaxed now and not hurting at all, yet the squirmy, unsettled sensation remained. He wouldn’t be able to sleep. Showers always calmed him; maybe he could take a shower?

He stepped into the stall and soaped up. The hot water felt pleasant, loosening the tension in his back and belly. What was wrong with him? He washed his shaft and balls, then ran soapy fingers over his opening. A jolt of arousal shot through him. He was so sensitive. Was it because they’d made love in the evening? But they made love several times a week, and Navid had never felt like this afterward. The need to push his fingers inside was oppressive, but Navid refrained. Barely. He grew hard, though, and his hole got wet, as if the slick was leaking out; it was difficult to tell with the water running down his body. Why was he aroused? He hadn’t even been thinking about Zana. What was wrong with him?

The suds swirled into the drain, and he rinsed his hands. They were shaking. He stood under the stream and closed his eyes, trying to slow down his breathing. He felt empty. So empty.

The bathroom door creaked.

“Navid? Is everything okay?” Zana asked from behind the shower door.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice wobbled.

“Darling? What’s wrong? Can I come inside?”

“Please.”

Zana opened the shower door, dropped his pajama pants on the floor, and stepped under the showerhead. He wrapped his arms around Navid and held him close.

“You’re scaring me, love. It’s four in the morning. Why are you in here?”

“I feel strange.”

“Are you sick?”

“No. I…don’t know.”

Zana reached out and turned the water off. Then he cupped Navid’s face and searched his eyes for the longest time.

“Your pupils are blown, and you’re hard, love. Why the panic?”

“Something’s not right, Zana.”

Frowning, Zana’s stared into his eyes a little longer, then bent down. He pressed his nose underneath Navid’s ear and inhaled deeply. It tickled.

“Turn around.” His voice sounded strange. Shaky. Zana’s voice was never shaky.

Terrified now, Navid obeyed. How come his fear didn’t dampen his arousal one bit? He quivered with need.

Zana kissed down his spine and crouched behind him.

“Open your legs and little. That’s it.” He ran his thumb over Navid’s pucker, and Navid sucked in a breath. The pleasure was sudden and intense. Then Zana’s lips were on his opening, and oh heavens. Navid gave out a long, guttural moan. Yes, that was what he needed. His eyes fell shut…

Except Zana only dipped his tongue inside him, then stood, leaving Navid bereft. Navid whimpered desperately.

“Shh. I’ll take care of you,” Zana whispered. He hugged Navid from behind, and his now hard cock pressed to Navid’s backside. “Your scent has changed, my love. You’re so slick it’s dripping out of you. You’ll go into heat soon. It’s too early, you’re barely nineteen, and it’s sudden. We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow to make sure everything is okay.”

Navid struggled to process. The only thing on his mind was how close Zana’s shaft was to his hole and how empty he felt. He’d never been this wet inside. The slick was running down his inner thighs. “Heat? Already?” he croaked.

“Nothing’s wrong. You’re just early. It happens. But we’ll talk to the doctor, only to be sure.”

“Zana, I’m…”

“I know.”

With that, Zana kicked Navid’s legs apart and smoothly slid his shaft into Navid’s body. Tingles prickled on Navid’s skin everywhere from his toes to his fingertips. He cried out with overwhelming joy.

Zana seemed to know exactly what to do. He gripped Navid’s hips tightly and fucked into him with relentless power, sending shock waves up Navid’s spine. Navid braced his arms on the shower wall to stay upright.

“You smell like sin, my love. And your taste is, oh…it’s still on my tongue. I can’t wait to breed you. Do you know what a breeding orgasm is, darling? Your womb will pull my seed in… You’ll come so hard you’ll faint. I’ll