Inside was a pool of semen that hadn't been swallowed.
He's going to take that to the authorities as evidence, Damien thought, his half-asleep mind spiraling into panic.
But then, Zima closed his mouth and began swallowing noisily, an expression of satisfaction on his face.
Damien watched this scene, entranced. My fluid... going into his body...
"That's... hot."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. Zima blushed a little but continued swallowing until every last drop was gone. Then he opened his mouth again, showing it was empty.
Damien watched, dazed, as Zima leaned down and took his still-hard penis back into his mouth.
Reality was beginning to set in. He was in the makeshift bed attached to the servant's quarters, connected to the lounge. This wasn't a dream. Zima, who had been sleeping in the other temporary bed, was now pleasuring him.
