[SNEAK PEEK]The Craving for Climax
Clayton thinks he's figured out who put a curse on him.
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The Craving for Climax
By Limewah
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SNEAK PEEK**
“THERE YOU ARE, you Mother_Fucker!_”
The flame-furred fox wizard took some satisfaction in the look on the snake’s face. Sal’yashe’s head snapped over his shoulder to lock onto his assailant’s gaze, and he looked like he might have jumped out of his skin, startled like a little rabbit.
Clayton was stomping towards him from across the tavern, kicking stools out of his way and brandishing his wand with a spinning flourish. It was already sparking, aching for the command to belch a gout of flame so hot that it could melt steel.
It wouldn’t be easy to counter it, and Sal’yashe was too caught off guard to try.
With the advantage of surprise, Clayton would wipe the floor with Sal’yashe. They both knew it. In terms of raw magic power and proficiency, there was no contest. Sal’yashe outfoxed the fox last time… but not this time.
“Clayton!” Sal’yashe said. “What a sssurprise!”
A black cat close by was leaping to their feet, about to intercede and strike, their eyes pulsing pink and blue, an obvious sign of their enthrallment to the naga.
“Ssstand down, Treat,” Sal’yashe said quickly. “It wouldn’t end well for you.”
“That’s right, do what your master says,” Clay said, with a triumphant grin. The cat spat on the floor and slunk out of the way.
“Now, Sal’yashe…” Clay said, taking a step closer. “I’d like the rest of your toys to give us space as wellI wanna have a private chat with you.”
“Oh~?” Sal’yashe seemed nervous, but his voice took on a familiar lilt. “I-If you jussst wanted to fuck, you could have jussst walked up and asssked.”
“Fuck off, y-you know that’s not what this is about!” Clay protested, a little more squeakily than he’d have liked.
But… the thought had crossed his mind, to be fair.
“Well, what is it about, then?” Sal’yashe asked, fixing him with such an irresistibly hot look of interest.
Clay’s dick was throbbing in his trousers, impossible to hide. Sal’yashe’s voice just… did things to him, even now. He tried not to blame himself. How could anyone not be infatuated with him?
That stint being one of the snake’s ‘Treats’ had rewired his brain in a lot of ways, long after the enthrallment ended. The anger he held towards Sal’yashe was the cocktail of rage and lust that one typically would have for an ex.
He didn’t know if Sal’yashe was the one responsible for his inability to cum, the reason why he’d been so desperately, viciously horny for close to half a year. He’d exhausted so many other possibilities and wasted so much gold on curse breakers who couldn’t do shit for him… and after spending a few months just trying to ‘live with it’, he’d had enough.
That sapphire-scaled shithead had always been close to the top of his list of culprits, and taking the direct approach would ensure he could get this problem dealt with ASAP… or at least cross him off the list.
And maybe he’d get to spend some time catching up, maybe getting to remind himself how those coils felt, maybe even let Sal’yashe hypnotise him again-
DAMNIT, he wanted those snake’s hooks out of his head.
Was being alone with him the best idea?
…Yeah, it was. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by revealing the curse in front of a room full of gawping strangers.
And being alone meant he’d have Sal’yashe all to - NO.
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