127. The Key to the Kingdom
127
The Key to the Kingdom
V alor
I thought I had no emotions most of my life because of the lies my owners told me. I certainly have them now. Until I met Willow, the one I experienced most often was fury. Now I know affection.
That’s not true. I have affection for Braveheart. What I have for Willow is love. I don’t know much about the emotion, although I watched forbidden entertainment vids on the computer pads geneslaves were given for educational purposes. Love seemed like a useless emotion to me, if it existed at all. I assumed it was a myth perpetrated by the entertainment industry.
I now realize that was wrong. It exists and is pumping through my veins, my heart, my very existence right this moment.
Do you think you can stay with me, Love? I ask, not trying to avoid the word. She deserves to know my feelings. Can you stick with me, hear my words of affection, feel your body’s pleasure? Can you ignore everything else?
I’ll try Valor. As long as we’re going to do this, we might as well find some joy in it.
I glance at our numbers. 331,078. Despite their slow crawl, I have few worries we’re going to get to our goal. Zedd is now invested in getting us there. She wants her big finish. My straining cock does, too.
“Welcome back, females and males,” Zedd whispers to her audience. “It’s not too late to purchase your Pleasure Package. As you can see, the action is about to start. Let’s allow this couple’s actions to speak for themselves.”
Whatever happens from here, it’s just you and me, my Willow.
We’re standing at the foot of the bed, both still wearing the filmy clothes they provided us. My erection is obvious for the galaxy to see as it juts straight up under the weightless loincloth flap. Beautiful Willow’s pretty nipples are poking at her tunic. It’s so thin I can see the pink circles around the hardened buds. The triangular thatch of light hair above her sex is clear to see through the thin crimson fabric.
You’re beautiful. I tell her. I don’t want the galaxy privy to my thoughts. The only thing they’re entitled to hear are your moans of pleasure.
For a moment, a dart of fear lances through me. What if I don’t know how to pleasure the female I love?
Perhaps she heard my thoughts, or maybe she read it on my face, because she reassures me. Do what you think will feel good, Valor. If you’re on the wrong track, I’ll whisper in your mind.
I grip her shoulders softly, setting the stage. I’ve held her before, many times, when she sat on my lap and I rocked her. During those moments, I was so focused on not getting hard I could barely pay attention to what she was saying.
Things are different now. I don’t have to restrain my true nature. At this realization, my animal DNA roars to the forefront. A picture of ripping her clothes off and taking what I want flashes in my mind.
Tamping it down, seizing what I’ve heard Willow call my humanity, I lean to kiss her. All my boldness at dinner has disappeared. Now that we’re alone in this tent, everything feels weightier, more real somehow.
It feels awkward as I pay attention to the way our noses almost bump and the obscene smacking sounds of our lips. I don’t see why people do this. It’s not arousing in the slightest.
Shut your mind off, Willow instructs. You’re doing fine. Just shut off your brain and feel your affection for me. Everything else will come naturally.
The next kiss is smoother. I pay attention to how soft her lips are, how good her body feels against mine. I’m hard muscles and barely leashed power. She’s rounded curves and soft globes of flesh awaiting my attention.
My inner narration fades, and my desire roars to the forefront. I replace my brushing kisses with ones that seek to breach her, to invade and find her slick heat.
Her taste bursts on my tongue. It’s a flavor unique to Willow, one I’ll remember forever. I immediately push out the thought that “forever” might be a matter of hours. I want to live now more than I ever have. I want to be with Willow as long as nature, not The Galaxy Network, will allow.
I refocus on this kiss, the way her tongue plays with mine, how she willingly allowed me inside her. My cock bobs in excitement, knowing he’ll breach her soon and will explore her other hidden depths.
Her fingers press into my shoulders, then roam up my neck and slide across my bald head.
You taste good, Valor. If we have time, I want to taste you down below.
I freeze, not moving a muscle.
People do that? I ask. I always scrolled past pornography sites. I didn’t think what I’d find there would interest me. You would put your… mouth on me?
Oh, yeah. It gives intense pleasure.
I hadn’t thought of that, but my cock needs no further explanation. It’s like a mronck at the starting gate, wanting to race to the finish line.
I wouldn’t want you to do something you’d find distasteful. In the back of my mind, I wonder what the paying viewers think is going on. We’ve quit kissing while I wrap my head around this new offer.
It’s exciting to give your lover pleasure. It’s not distasteful if someone’s had a shower recently. Which you have. How very lucky for you.
Her voice is light, playful.
Most males enjoy… reciprocating, she adds.
My muscles sag as that thought flies around my mind.
You’d allow me to… taste your intimate spaces? It’s shocking and so arousing my mouth grows dry at the thought.
“Yes.” When done right, it provides endless pleasure.
Lay down. I want to try it. Right now.
We both glance at the drones’ screens. 379,011.
We’ve got time to do this right, Valor. Lay me down. Touch my breasts. They’re more sensitive than yours. Think of my nipples as bullseyes.
Willow
If this situation wasn’t macabre and surreal, it would be adorable. He’s so big and blue and his third eye is swirling Caribbean blue, my favorite color. This male, bred to hunt and kill, is flummoxed at the thought of my lips on him and his lips on me.
He’s still paralyzed, his head slightly tilted like a confused robot in an old-time movie, so I crawl into bed and crook my finger at him.
I don’t need to ask twice.
He lies on his side next to me, puts his arm around me tenderly, and tucks me closer. Then his lips find and possess mine. This is a new Valor. Something changed between standing and lying down. All hesitation is gone.
He plunders my mouth, punctuating his marauding with short little grunts and happy, possessive moans. His hand roams my back, then slides under my tunic and glides along my spine.
His palm is rough and huge. I like the feel of his hardness against my soft skin.
After pressing my shoulder against the mattress so I’m on my back, he yanks my tunic up, then growls in response. It’s a sound I’ve never heard come out of a human. There’s something about his animal nature that calls to a primitive part inside myself I didn’t know was there.
Something unleashed inside him. He attacks my breast, licking with the flat of his tongue, then sucking. One hand strums my other nipple, teasing the tender peak until it’s straining for more of his touch. I writhe when he plucks it.
He may have been built for brawn, but they endowed him with an analytical mind. He’s almost like a scientist on an exploratory mission, experimenting to discover what touches bring the most pleasure. When his flat front teeth scrape the tip of my nipple and I almost levitate off the bed, I can practically hear him shout “bullseye” in his mind.
You’re so expressive. You leave no doubt about what makes you feel good, he praises.
When his knee slides between my thighs, moves upward, and then lodges at the apex, my eyes fly open at the welcome intrusion. I slam them closed just as quickly. I didn’t need to be reminded that there’s a fleet of drones surrounding us, jockeying for position, ever in search of the money shot.
It’s just you and me, I remind us both.
I want to do this right, Willow. But now that you’ve put the thought in my head, all I can think about is that I want to discover what you taste like. Would it be too early to do that?
Said no man ever, I think to myself. He can’t wait to go down on me? I can get behind this.
Go for it.
Then I think better of it.
Wait!
I pull him up by his armpits and take a moment to look into his eyes. Not the one swirling with arousal, but his other eyes, the ones the poets say are the windows to the soul.
I like you, Valor. I’ve liked you since that first moment you pulled me into your lap and soothed me.
I want to say other things, but that would be too soon, and perhaps driven by fear and circumstances rather than true emotion.
I love you, Willow, he says simply. Leave it to Valor not to overthink things. He didn’t say it like it was a big announcement that needed a preamble and a change of relationship status on Facebook. He said it like he was remarking upon the weather. Like it’s a fact. It makes me like him even more.
Can I taste you now?
How can I refuse a request like that?
He doesn’t pounce, though. He takes a long, slow slide down. Pressing his generous lips between my collarbones, he moves between my breasts, down over my tummy, pauses to kiss my blonde patch of hair, and then waits.
My eyes have shuttered closed, but I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s glancing at the tote board. He’s even kind enough to provide narration.
412,383.
Then he splits me wide and freezes.
It’s beautiful, he says. And complicated. So many folds of skin.
Not really. There are only two important parts of my anatomy. You know what the wet part is. Follow it north and find the little lump of flesh at the top. That’s the key to the kingdom. Explore that and you’ll know everything you’ll need to know about giving me the ultimate pleasure.
He doesn’t speak in response. He sends me a wave of gratitude, then attacks.
I should have known he’d be a strategist. He’s not immediately going for the goal. No, he doesn’t attack my clit first. He wanted a taste, and a taste is what he’s going to get.
Instead of diving in, he presses the tip of his tongue into my core, as if he’s rationing his pleasure, afraid it will be so enjoyable it will overwhelm him.
Mmmm, he says as he proceeds with little exploratory licks and flicks. I open wider and place both my palms on his head.
It’s you, Willow. The essence of you. How have I lived an entire lifetime without knowing this?
Wow. This isn’t just total acceptance. This is appreciating the very essence of me.
He hunkers closer, shoulders me open wider, and slides his arms under my upper thighs. His hands grip my pelvis so he’s completely in control. And then he goes to town.
No more tentative licks with the tip of his tongue. He’s lapping at me, diving in, reaching as far inside me as his tongue will go.
Although everything until now has been almost silent, giving the home audience only a visual display, now he’s moaning in appreciation.
You’re like a fountain, Willow. Do you produce this just for my enjoyment?
He’s too busy to want an answer. He keeps exploring for long moments more. When he finally retreats and slides that facile tongue along my slit and up toward my clit, I reward him with a tighter grip on his shoulders.
After his first hard swipe with the flat of his tongue against my clit, I telegraph the message that he’s hit the spot. He flicks the top of the nub with the tip of his tongue and I thrust my hips at him.
Ah. The key to the kingdom, he says.