He gives me a look of pure male satisfaction. “What if the risk of germs didn’t exist at all?” As he speaks, the living room around us turns into a bedroom I’ve seen via his illusions before, one with a giant bed covered by silk sheets and rose petals.
A second Valerian is sitting on the edge of the bed—this one only wearing a fig leaf over his groin.
I blink rapidly as I take in the illusory Valerian.
Somewhere in the distance, I can hear the sound of my ovaries screaming in joy.
“Come to me,” Illusion Valerian orders gruffly and stands up, giving me a better look at his rippling muscles.
I leap to my feet as he closes the distance between us.
“No germs,” the real Valerian murmurs.
I reach out and touch the naked Illusion Valerian. His chest feels real—and good enough to lick. My g
