“I, uh…thought I broke it when I first saw it,” Samantha said, the corner of her mouth quirking sheepishly.
“Wait.Brokeit? As in his cock?”
The shy woman nodded. “It…split.”
Shay stared at her, unable to process what had just been said. “Split?”
“Split.”
“Like…”
“Like into four parts.”
“Holy shit!”
Samantha laughed. “I was horrified. I mean, not by him. It was a shock. But I swear his ego has never taken a hit like it did then. Can you imagine how a guy would feel when his mate recoils from his…you know, the first time she sees it?”
Shay curled her lips in and bit them, trying to contain her mirth, but failed. Laughter burst from her, so hard that she had to catch herself on the wall. “I would have loved to see the look on his face.”
“In hindsight, itwaspretty funny.” Sam grinned. “Hestill hasn’t laughed about it.”
“I can’t imagine he would.”
Samantha tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “It does feel nice though.Reallynice.”
Shay’s thoughts immediately turned to Drakkal. “Yeah, they do. And Arc also…locks?”
Sam’s tongue slipped out to run over her lips. “It kind of more…latches.”
“Latches?” Surely it couldn’t be bad if Samantha said it felt nice, but just the thought was… Shay shuddered and cringed. “Do I want to know how that works?”
Shaking her head, Sam chuckled. “It doesn’t hurt. Well, it does if you try to pull away before it’s done implanting.”
“Implanting?”
“Well, it like, grabs…the walls…” Samantha caught her lower lip between her teeth, leaned closer to Shay, and raised a hand, fingers and thumb pressed together. She opened her fingers slowly. “And pries them open. To, uh…well to make sure all the, um, theyou knowgets in there.”
Shay recoiled, dropping a hand to cup her groin as though she could shield it from the mental image Sam’s words and demonstration conjured. “And you saw it before he stuck it in you?”
Samantha nodded. “Yeah. I did. I mean…lookat Arc. He’s…” Her eyes shut and a dreamy smile curled on her lips. “Perfect. He’s so perfect.”
“Freaky cock and all, huh?”
Sam laughed again. “Yes. Freaky cock and all.”
“Yeah,” Shay agreed, her lips twitching into a smirk. “I love my knotty kitty, too.”
“Yourknottykitty?”
“Cause, you know, heknots.” Shay held her fists one atop the other, as though an invisible cylinder were in her grasp, and expanded the lower hand.
Laughter burst from Sam. “Oh my God! That’s a good one.”
When they reached the infirmary a little while later, Shay’s cheeks hurt from how much she’d been smiling and laughing. As soon as they entered the sterile, white room, her unease returned. The center of the room was largely open, but most of the wall space was taken up by cabinets, counters, and medical machinery for which Shay had no name. It’d been so long since she’d been to a doctor—a trustworthy doctor, anyway—that everything looked only familiar enough to be unsettling.
Drakkal and Urgand stood beside a large chair that looked like something out of a dentist’s office. Though with just a little spattered blood and dimmer lighting, it would’ve made a perfect horror movie prop.
This isnotthe time to let that imaginationrun, Shay.