9. Taste Testing
Chapter 9
Taste Testing
Isabella
“ W hat must I do to get you to trust me?” Artifex’s brow was furrowed as he stared at her.
Isa cringed. He was right. If she didn’t start thinking before she acted, she could get hurt worse.
Artifex’s gaze landed on the table nearby where a goose or some other plucked bird was being prepped for cooking. Something impish sparked in his dark eyes. He went to the table, but she didn’t see what he grabbed. Isa turned her head, curious as Artifex walked behind her. She was about to turn around atop the table except he grabbed one of her arms. Her mouth dropped open when he started wrapping rope around it, then grabbed her other arm and started securing it.
“What-what are you doing?” she asked when she found her voice, though the answer was obvious to any idiot.
“My queen, I am teaching you to let me care for you,” Artifex informed her as he continued binding her arms behind her back.
She blinked in shock. Artifex was seriously tying her up. She’d heard worrisome stories about men doing things like this, except Artifex still had that teasing look in his dark eyes, his lips curving up. And he wasn’t rough with her, in fact he was very gentle. He finished and sauntered back around the table, stopping in front of her. His gaze raked slowly up her body. Isa fidgeted as he stared. She wasn’t any more naked than before, and yet that’s the way she felt. Being tied up while the cooks watched was seriously pushing her boundaries. Apparently that was the theme for the day.
“I like how that position pushes your teats out.” Artifex ran his index finger across her upper chest, just above the swell of her breasts.
Her cheeks heated at his blatant appraisal.
“Um, I call them breasts,” she replied, at a loss for what else to say.
“Breasts,” Artifex repeated the word. “I like your breasts.”
His unabashed honesty was disarming and she blushed more. These alien men were good at making her feel nervous yet excited, brave yet imminently in danger. The part of her that was starting to accept this wild new reality, in cahoots with the part that often got her into trouble, decided to pipe up.
“They are nice, aren’t they?” She stuck her chest out farther and gave it a little shimmy, making her breasts jiggle.
Artifex’s eyes widened, then narrowed again, and he bared his teeth in a wicked grin. When he looked away, she bit her lip, wondering what he’d been thinking, though she had a nervous feeling she was about to find out.
Artifex grabbed the cup she’d mistaken for water. “ Qua is a sauce. It takes just a drizzle.” He poured a line of the remaining lemony sauce across her chest, following the path his finger had taken.
“I understand that—now.” Isa nodded.
“I imagine you do.” He picked up a square red piece of fruit that reminded her of sliced melon. Artifex swiped it through the sauce on her chest. “This is tapo .”
Artifex brought the morsel to her mouth. It was strange tasting something that was just on her body, yet the anticipation in Artifex’s eyes goaded her on. The reddish orange cube was a little too big, so she gingerly bit it in half. He didn’t miss the opportunity to run his finger across her lower lip before she pulled back.
“Mmm.” She quizzically tipped her head, not expecting what she tasted. Tapo wasn’t a fruit at all, but starchy, like a potato. With the lemony sauce it tasted like a dish from Greece she once had.
Artifex popped the other half of the potato into his mouth.
“Do you like it?” he easily asked while chewing, since he communicated telepathically.
“Yes, it’s good,” she thought without opening her mouth.
“Very good, my queen.” Artifex gently squeezed her knee in encouragement.
Warmth suffused her. It was disturbing how nice the praise was.
There was a tickling sensation on her chest, and she looked to find the remnant of sauce sliding down her breasts. Artifex’s tongue shot out and lapped up the dripping line.
“Oh.” Isa pulled in a sharp breath.
“ Qua also tastes good on other things.” The salacious alien man held her gaze as his tongue trailed ever closer to her right nipple.
“This is definitely a sin.” Her breath sped up, her heart beating faster as desire rippled through her.
“I don’t know what a sin is.” Artifex leaned in close, until she could feel his breath on her areola. “But I do know that I like your breasts, my queen. Especially the berries at the tips.” His lips wrapped around her nipple.
Artifex’s inhumanly long tongue coiled around her breast, rolling over her nipple as he sucked it deep into his hot mouth. Isa tipped her head back when the pleasure shot down to her clit. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the dozen cooks watching. Desire filled their gazes, their cocks at varying stages of arousal. Having so many wanton eyes on her should’ve bothered her, yet it was having the opposite effect.
Yes, this is definitely a sin. Isa stared at the ceiling and soaked in the pleasure as Artifex moved to her other breast, sucking it clean of the lemony sauce.
He stepped closer, nudging her knees apart to make room for him. She jumped when his fingers combed through the strip of hair on her mound.
“What is this?” He found her clit and began rolling it.
“My clit,” she panted out loud.
She jerked each time a spark of pleasure jolted through her, moisture squeezing from her vagina. The swollen bead of flesh was so sensitive. She squirmed, tugging at the bonds securing her arms behind her back. She attempted to close her legs to get away from the spiraling pleasure, but Artifex was in the way.
Abruptly, Artifex released her nipple and clit. In one deft move he spun her around and gently laid her face down on the table.
“Artifex!” she gasped when he started tying more thick cord around her left ankle.
The brazen alien man paused, leaned in, and a puff of warm air ghosted over her bare behind. “You will let me tend to your pleasure,” his deep, sultry voice whispered in her mind, and then his tongue ran along the crack of her ass, teasing the edges of her labia without dipping in.
Oh heaven, I am going to hell! She shifted beneath the ticklish sensation that sparked her nerves and made her quiver.
“Mmm,” Artifex hungrily groaned and her insides melted.
“So, this is where you two are!” Phara declared. Although it was only in her mind, his voice seemed to echo in the kitchen, the reprimand evident in his tone.
Instantly, she stopped squirming. Isa lifted her gaze from the table to find Phara leaning against the kitchen door. She started to panic. Clearly, she was doing something wrong. Isa desperately wanted to hide, but all tied up there was no way of getting out of this compromising position. The three alphas had touched her, so she thought this was all right. Except that was while they were all together. Maybe she misunderstood how things worked among the Vorto. Artifex was the alpha caretaker, but Phara was the alpha consort, so maybe only Phara was allowed to intimately touch her. The worried thoughts zipped through her mind.
“You thought you’d secret our queen away and keep her all to yourself?” Phara demanded, his narrow gaze focused on Artifex.
This wasn’t good. There was definitely going to be a fight. Phara was taller with a broader chest and more muscle mass. Artifex was slightly smaller, but the wiry ones tended to be scrappers. Isa braced for the worst. Things were about to get ugly.
“Yes, but you found us,” Artifex replied, sounding not the least bit concerned. “Come. Our queen needs to be taught to trust us. She nearly made herself sick drinking qua .”
“We can’t have that,” Phara’s tone abruptly shifted, sounding like liquid velvet as he pushed away from the door and walked toward them.
Isa’s mouth dropped open. This hadn’t gone the way she feared, which was good, but it was taking a very unexpected turn.
Together, the two alien men made quick work of tying her legs, while Isa was utterly flabbergasted. Her knees were bent so that her heels practically touched her butt. Her legs weren’t tied together. The ropes were somehow attached to the ones wrapped around her waist and arms, so she couldn’t close her thighs. Her pussy was entirely exposed. If that wasn’t enough, they hooked the end of the rope to a rack hanging overhead. Before she realized it, she was all trussed up like a Christmas goose.
Or like the birds on the other table! Isa gaped, understanding where Artifex got the crazy idea.
“Very nice.” Phara admiringly ran a hand along her hip then cupped her hanging breast as he stopped by her side.
“Are you comfortable, my queen?” Artifex was standing behind her with a perfect view of her bare vagina. He ran his hand along her inner thigh, testing the bonds as he asked the question.
The cord was soft, and though it tugged, it wasn’t biting into her skin as she dangled several inches over the table. Her mental state was another thing entirely. She was so far out of her element with this whole scenario. Alarm bells were going off in her head and her heart was beating staccato, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell them to stop. Some twisted part of her wanted to see what happened next.
Isa craned her head to look Phara in the eye as she debated how to answer the men. Instead, she caught his cock standing at attention right in front of her. The thick erect beast was practically resting on the table, like a dish ready to be served to her. Its flared crown, the knots on the underside of the shaft, and all the ridges on top were fully engorged. Even the large veins running down either side of the shaft were pulsing. She instantly recalled how it felt pushing into her body. The sight added to the frisson of nervous energy coursing through her. Isa started to fidget but was instantly reminded she couldn’t move.
“Would you untie me if I said no?” she asked, completely flustered.
“Yes,” Artifex replied.
But then he buried his face between her legs and started lapping at her cleft, and she gasped. His tongue slid across her labia, flicked her clit then sank into her vagina.
“You taste incredible,” Artifex growled, his mouth vibrating her pussy, making her gush more desire. “She calls the bead of flesh between her thighs her clit,” he communicated even though his mouth was occupied.
“The sensitive one hidden in her folds?” Phara clarified as he reached beneath her and found her clit, while Artifex tongue fucked her.
“Yes,” Isa gasped when Phara started teasing the slick bead the same way he was tormenting her nipple, making them both throb. It was an answer to Phara’s question as much as it was an exclamation.
Isa moaned, arched, and squirmed in her bonds as the pleasure inundated her. This was insane. She thought the orgy earlier was a wild fluke. Yet here she was again being toyed with by more than one man, while a dozen others watched, and this time she was tied up.
She shuddered as Artifex’s tongue uncoiled from her pussy, sliding over every nerve lining her sensitive walls as it retreated. She’d been on the cusp of orgasming and was slightly disappointed, but took the opportunity to take a few calming breaths to rein in her heartbeat. A second later, something cool dripped along her crack, running down her cleft. She gasped, her heart rate spiking again. The slow dripping sensation was so odd.
“Oh, baca syrup, that’s a good choice,” Phara commented.
“Let our queen sample some.” Artifex passed the small bowl to Phara.
Artifex crammed his face in her pussy again, lapping at the sauce mixed with her own juices. Isa’s eyes widened when his long, agile tongue speared into her puckered rear.
“Artifex!” she squealed in shock. What possessed him to go there?
“Mmm,” he growled, probing deeper, while he took over rubbing her slick swollen clit.
She didn’t know what to make of the sensation in her rear. He was teasing nerve endings that were never touched. It mixed with the pleasure of her clit being rubbed, ratcheting everything to the next level.
“Taste?” Phara offered.
Her gaze landed on Phara’s arousal before shifting to his sauce-covered fingertip. He must’ve seen, because a knowing, hungry smile curved Phara’s mouth.
“Tell us what you want, my queen,” he goaded her while slowly pouring a line of pale green sauce on his erect cock.
“Phara,” she moaned, wanting him.
Phara groaned at the way she said his name, cupping her head to hold her steady as he aimed his cock. She opened her mouth, eager to taste him. The skin on his broad crown was smooth as it slid across her lips. Then the sweet strawberry flavor from the sauce burst in her mouth. It mixed with his natural masculine scent and flavor that was so much like vanilla. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose then she sucked him deep into her mouth. This was the second time her lips had been wrapped around a man, an alien man, and this time she wasn’t so shy.
“My queen!” Phara snarled, his hips bucking, as she circled his pulsing crown.
Emboldened, she traced the knots underneath his shaft as she sucked him to the back of her mouth again. She loved the groan he made and the way his hands shook as his fingers tangled in her hair.
Her pleasure continued churning, not only from sucking Phara off, but also what Artifex was doing. He pinched her clit and she detonated. Her pussy, ass, and even her clit spasmed. She gagged on Phara’s cock, but swiftly resumed sucking him as she convulsed from the ecstasy. Phara’s grip on her tightened, but not painfully, as he fucked her mouth.
As she was overcome by the climax, Artifex’s tongue disappeared from her ass. Something thicker and harder pressed at the ring of muscle. It was Artifex’s cock. She released Phara’s cock and whimpered when the stretching burn grew painful, but Artifex was already retreating, recognizing he wouldn’t fit. She took a deep, relieved breath when Artifex placed his cock at the mouth of her vagina instead.
She opened her mouth to continue sucking Phara’s gorgeous exotic manhood, but he stepped back. With her hands tied behind her back she couldn’t reach for him. As she was about to look up at Phara and give him her best pout, Artifex’s cock thrust into her quivering pussy. She instantly swung forward, even though Artifex had a solid grip on her hips. If she’d been sucking Phara, he would’ve definitely choked her.
“Crumble the mountain!” Artifex snarled the Vorto version of a curse.
“Oh yes, Artifex likes that,” Phara commented as he started stroking his cock while watching her. “I know how he feels. You, my queen, are exquisite.”
Phara masturbated as Artifex pounded out his lust, swinging her onto his cock faster and harder with each thrust. Being watched as she was fucked and seeing how much it turned Phara on added to her spiraling pleasure. Artifex’s crown and textured shaft lit up her sensitive walls and she swiftly climaxed, her body shuddering. Artifex shouted something incoherent in her mind, while howling so loud it shook the walls. He tugged her upright against his chest, then locked onto the crook of her right shoulder, marking her with his sharp teeth, like Phara had. Artifex’s cock pulsed as it swelled. He chaotically rammed into her a few more times until his swollen shaft made it impossible, and he violently erupted, bathing her pussy with his desire. Her ecstatic cries echoed in the kitchen. She never expected to enjoy being bitten, but the dominant display made her climax harder.
She was still panting with euphoria, and Artifex’s cock had barely subsided, when he pulled free, leaving her feeling empty. But Phara stepped around the table and slammed into her wet, still spasming channel. He wasted no time thrusting fast and hard, giving her no reprieve to come down from nirvana.
“Oh god!” she keened, her voice hoarse, as Phara quickly forced another brutal orgasm out of her. Every muscle in her body spasmed and flexed, straining against the ropes binding her.
“My queen!” Phara bellowed.
His cock swelled and vibrated as he sprayed her insides with his release. Isabella shook, tears squeezing from her eyes as the climax swept her into an abyss of euphoria unlike anything she could’ve imagined. This taste testing trip to the alien kitchen turned out to be more of an adventure than she could’ve ever expected.