My Wings Were Different Pt 5

He engulfed the entire head in his mouth, moving his tongue along the bottom. Tightening his lips around the shaft, he began to slide down until the head hit the back of throat and he gagged.
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The tear stained faces of the men they had sent ahead were not a good sign when Cavel stopped the car. They had a large community building in the center of their small town. It looked like the entire town’s cars were surrounding the center. Cavel could feel his nausea growing, a heavy feeling settling in his uneasy stomach. It was early, the cool air filled with the scent of the dew on the grass of the playground. An empty playground, not unusual at this hour of the day but the empty swings made him shudder in fear.
The silence in the car was broken when Piscel got out. Cavel appreciated the moment with his mate. He cleared his throat and spoke for the first time since they got in the jeep, “We’re here.”
Bashta had been looking around as they drove through town. He reached over and squeezed Cavel’s knee. Cavel appreciated the gesture and tried to smile. He had a feeling he wasn’t quite successful.
“I’m here with you, Cavel, no mater what. You’re not alone anymore.”
Cavel jingled the keys nervously in his hand when he got out of the jeep and walked around to meet Bashta. Grabbing his hand for the support he was in desperate need of, Cavel led him to toward the growing group of men and women streaming from the building. Bashta squeezed his hand to remind him he was there.
“My lord.” A woman pushed to the front of the crowd, their expectant faces full of hope. “Do you bring the medicine for the kitlings Saulle...