Dearly Despised (Calluvia's Royalty 5)

He fought a blush at the thought, unable to look at Warrehn, who was busy trying to free his wrist.

Doctor Jihan moaned weakly again before slowly sitting up, his hand pressed against the sizable bump on his forehead. “I think so,” he said dazedly before his gaze sharpened. He looked from Samir to Warrehn, his eyes widening slightly. “You both seem lucid again. So it worked. Do you remember what happened?”

Samir could barely hold the man’s gaze. “There was some kind of attack on us?” he said stiffly. “I don’t remember much, but I can make an educated guess that we have been drugged with some kind of aphrodisiac.”

“Not an aphrodisiac,” the doctor said. “You have been drugged with an alien substance that is known for making the victim false-imprint and sexually fixate on the person they were looking at. Sexual congress seems to have fixed your state.”

Giving him a strained smile, Samir glanced around, avoiding looking at Warrehn. “May I leave, then? My mother must be anxious.”

The doctor’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but I must run some tests on you first. We can’t be certain that the substance is gone from your system—”

“Do you intend to unlock this sometime today?” Warrehn ground out.

Doctor Jihan flushed and scrambled to help him. “Of course, Your Majesty. My apologies. It was for your own safety, you understand. I was attempting to release you when you—when you rendered me unconscious.”

Warrehn didn’t look particularly contrite, his face stony. His gaze flicked to Samir over the doctor’s shoulder and Samir quickly looked away, unsettled and flustered. He’d had the man’s cock in him, for fuck’s sake. Simple eye contact should have been nothing by comparison.

“Your Majesty, wait—I must insist that I need to run some tests—”

Warrehn walked out.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Doctor Jihan turned to Samir. “I’m sorry, but I really need to run those tests, Your Highness. The effects of the substance on Calluvians have never been documented, and we cannot be certain that the symptoms have passed permanently and the drug doesn’t have lasting effects.”

Sighing, Samir sat down on the examination table and submitted himself to what felt like hundreds of different tests.

Unfortunately, Doctor Jihan turned out to be correct. The drug wasn’t gone from his system, his hormone levels increasing again.

“Curious,” Doctor Jihan murmured, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I suppose Calluvian cells react differently to the substance and that might be why our biology can’t purge it from the system. Or perhaps one intercourse just isn’t enough. Normally, the mating season of those primates ends with a successful pregnancy, but I wonder how it will work in this case…” He gave Samir an awkward look. “Forgive me for asking, Your Highness, but it’s important. You were on the receiving end of the intercourse, correct?”

Samir gave a clipped nod, refusing to look embarrassed. None of this was his fault.

The doctor hummed, looking back at the readings. “And you never felt the urge to be the aggressor?”

“No,” Samir said stiffly.

“Interesting... It was clearly the opposite for His Majesty. I wonder how it works... Why does the substance affect different people differently? Perhaps it has to do with the person’s natural inclinations and preferences? Hmm… I wonder if it’s connected to one’s personality… I suppose we’re lucky you and His Majesty had opposite inclinations, or it would have been disastrous.”

Lucky? Samir wouldn’t call it luck.

“May I go now?” he said tersely.

Doctor Jihan stopped muttering under his breath and studied him carefully. “Do you feel like yourself, Your Highness?”

Samir suppressed a grimace. The examination had lasted for nearly an hour, and as time had passed, Samir had become increasingly aware of the semen still trickling out of his ass. In fact, his thoughts kept fixating on it with alarming frequency—and he was getting vaguely upset that the seed was leaving him. Being wasted.

“It’s coming back,” Samir said with a pinched look. “My thoughts keep wandering to—to wanting to be bred.”

“Interesting,” Doctor Jihan said, noting something in his datapad. His dry, scientific approach made Samir feel less mortified than he otherwise would have been.

“Can you do something about it?” he said, unable to keep desperation out of his voice. He didn’t want to turn back into the mindless creature obsessed with getting bred.

Doctor Jihan shook his head slowly, still looking at the readings in front of him. “Perhaps if I have more time,” he said. “And more data. More points of reference.”

Samir flushed, realizing what the doctor was implying. He opened his mouth, to say that he absolutely wasn’t going to get fucked by Warrehn’ngh’zaver in order to provide him with his precious data, but unfortunately his thoughts kind of stuck on the concept of getting fucked, need slicing through his system and making his cock harden again.

Fuck.

“All right,” Samir said with as much dignity as he could muster. It wasn’t a lot. “I trust that no one will find out about this, Doctor.”