125. Public Spectacle
125
Public Spectacle
V alor
She’s beautiful and amazing and captivating. That I feel so much affection for her, even in these circumstances, defies logic. It speaks to how perfect she is.
Close your eyes, I whisper in her mind as I flick her pretty pink nipple . I’ll run interference with Zedd and the others and the whole damn galaxy. You have only one job, pleasure.
Okay, she says, sounding drugged. Don’t stop until we have the million credits we’ll need for the medic and the medbot.
That won’t be a hardship, I croon in an attempt to soothe her.
I glance at the tote board. Our numbers are crawling up so slowly I’m certain the network is stealing from us. There are millions, maybe billions, of people watching. Certainly they’re sending us our tribute
I’ll need to go slowly, to drag this out, to ensure we get our credits before I spill into her. I’m new at this. I hope I can control my animal urges
Using my spoon, I place a drop of fruit compote on her nipple. I should have warned her because she flinches.
Sorry.
I turn her on my lap so her hip nestles against my cock and I have better access to her. Then I dip my head and swipe the drip off her hardened nub. Groaning out loud at the feel of my tongue on her flesh, I can’t control my urge to lick again and again.
Her little nipple somehow elongates, as if it’s beckoning me for more.
I lick with gusto, putting my whole head into each swipe, so even those with the smallest vid players at the farthest reaches of the galaxy can see my movements.
”… not appropriate table etiquette,” Zedd babbles on. If she really wanted us to stop, the network guards in their hard-shelled uniforms would have brandished their weapons at us or struck us down. No. Her words are for show. The network is loving this.
I want access to her other breast, but it won’t slip out of the neckline, so I pull her tunic up, scrunching it above her collarbones so I can touch her everywhere above her waist.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
Keep talking, she says . It’s so hard to stay in the moment.
I cup her breast, noticing how small and pale it is in my deep-blue hand. I pluck one peak while I suck the other into my mouth. Her muscles tighten against me as she releases a quiet little moan of pleasure.
That’s right. My Willow loves to be touched, petted. I’ve dreamed of this.
Oh? Tell me more.
I’ve always been proud of my size. My owners said it made me a better geneslave, more valuable. I’ve cursed it since the day you entered my cell. It meant you couldn’t sleep with me because I took up the entire bed. I wanted you in my arms every night.
To punctuate my words, I suck her pretty breast, then release it with a little pop.
Good, she praises.
So, while Braveheart cradled you against him, I pictured this.
Oh?
All the things I’m going to do to you tonight? I’ve imagined them a thousand times since I met you.
You dirty male, she says, but there’s no censure in her tone.
Placing my open hand along her thigh, I tuck her against me even harder so the thigh closest to me rides my hard cock.
Feel that? That’s what you do to me.
I can’t wait to see what you do to me, she teases. When we’re in bed.
I glance at the vid screen. We need 700,000 more credits.
Don’t hate me for this, I say as I turn her in my lap so she’s straddling me. It’s so intimate, something I’ve imagined doing with her. I pictured her with her head tossed back in bliss. I never envisioned doing it for the prurient interests of everyone in the galaxy.
I place one large palm on each of her ass cheeks, drag her against me, and use her spread position to ride my cock. When she sucks in a startled, aroused breath, I realize this isn’t just providing me pleasure, or titillating the viewers, it’s stimulating her, too.
Her hard nipples drag against my chest, and neither the thin material that covers her slit nor that which covers my erection can dampen the feeling of our genitals mimicking intercourse.
“I’m sorry, viewers. I’m going to interrupt this right here. It might be bedtime for your little ones. Let’s take a moment to put the young ones to bed, grab an adult beverage, perhaps our sponsor’s Sillerian whiskey made from aged worms and distilled with care by the Dricklan company.
“If you haven’t purchased your upgraded Pleasure Package, we’ll give you just enough time to do that. We’ll meet you back in the scarlet team’s tent at the end of this message from our sponsors.”