Sloan
It felt like I got whiplash.
I thought I heard wrong, I was certain I didn't hear correctly. But moments later, the boy was parting his lips to release another word.
"H- hurts."
His voice shook as he spoke, which tugged at something fierce within my chest. I fully closed the distance between us, climbing into the bed and gently touching the boy's cheek. He was so soft, as soft as he looked. I let my eyes drag over his writhing form, but I didn't understand what was happening.
I had hoped he'd come out of his unconscious state before midnight, and I had expected him to be hungry once awake, and not incoherent. His eyes were squeezed close as he whimpered and arched off the bed again.
He was trembling all over and sweating so much despite the cold temperature of the room. His scent was impossibly thick in the air and as I leaned down to take a closer look at him, he let out another small whimper. I almost fell off the bed as realization hit me right in the face.
Was this… arousal?
My eyes widened as I tracked the boy's movements. His hands were weakly shoving and clawing at his clothes as he kept moving around in the bed, and he kept letting out a series of small, choked sounds that were slowly starting to drive me crazy.
This wasn't normal, was it? Why was he suddenly aroused?
He didn't seem to know what was happening and it almost seemed like he was in pain from the scrunching of his face and the way a single teardrop rolled down one of his closed eyes.
I slid my hand down his body to grab his wandering hands and he shuddered, melting into the bed and arching up while a whimper tumbled past his lips.
"P- please. H- hurts." He whispered breathlessly and my grip tightened around his wrist for a moment before I dropped his wrists and rolled off the bed and put a call to the doctor.
Then I paced anxiously till he arrived. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and jerked him close.
"What is wrong with him? Why is that happening to him? He's in pain!" I gritted out through a clenched voice and the doctor stumbled over his words as he promised to check out the boy and do a good job this time.
I was restless as I watched the doctor fuss over the boy. I hated that the doctor was seeing him in such a situation. He looked so vulnerable and bared, I want to be the only one to see him in such a state.
The doctor injected him with something and almost immediately, the scent in the air changed from mildly sweet to cloyingly sweet. The air filled up with the scent of arousal as well just as the boy let out a shrill cry as he clutched the sheets beneath him while trembling.
I narrowed my eyes at the doctor. "The fuck did you do to him?"
"I- er, my prince, this is a part of the side effects I mentioned. The lady who poisoned the tea used a drug that's supposed to render someone unconscious, but she added a portion that causes uncontrollable arousal, hence why this human is currently feeling this way. The girl who poisoned you was apparently tasked with getting pregnant by your seed." The doctor explained and my eyes darted to my bed again.
Lilac had tears running down his face and he kept letting out low, desperate sounds.
"So, why does it smell like…"
I trailed off while the doctor completed my unfinished sentence.
"Like slick. I- I actually don't know, your highness. The injection I gave him was supposed to tame the arousal, but it seemed like it only heightened it. And I don't understand where the slick came from, I'll have to research it, but perhaps it's also a side effect of the poison… because humans can't produce slick." As the doctor spoke, I got the urge to strangle him because all that I got from his explanation was that Lilac still wasn't fine.
"So, make the arousal thing stop." I snapped and the doctor shifted awkwardly.
"I apologise, your highness… but I can't make it stop."
My eyes instantly narrowed as I took a step forward. "What do you mean you can't? He's clearly in so much pain! Make it stop right now."
The doctor let out a small breath before speaking. "Your highness, he's in so much pain because he needs relief."
"Relief… like sexual relief?" I blurted out, chest suddenly feeling tight and warm while the doctor nodded.
"Yes, your highness. That's the only thing that can make this stop for him. If he's not given relief, he might end up harming himself." He explained and I stood frozen while his words sank into my head.
Sexual relief?
This means I'd have to touch him intimately?
That's exactly what I've wanted to do since the moment he knocked on my door. He had looked like a delectable snack, smelling so delicious and looking so pretty with his large lilac eyes and his pouty lips.
However, I was feeling conflicted right now. The boy was unconscious, and I wasn't sure I wanted to put my hands on him this way, when he's incoherent and completely out of it.
I let out a long sigh, dragging a hand over my face before focusing on the doctor again.
"Your highness, may I make a suggestion? I can arrange for someone to come help him out and bring him… relief." The doctor began and I growled, feeling beyond displeased by his suggestion. It took everything in me to not grab his throat right now.
I pointed in the doorway and ordered him to leave, and after he left like his pants were on fire, I let out a long sigh as I focused on the boy in my bed once again as all the breath got knocked out of me.
Alright.
Here we go.