Lois
The doors to the exhibit room close with a thud – a thud that seems so loud in this deafening silence.
“Did you-” I shake my head up at Az, not quite believing what’s happening right now. “Did you kick everyone out of this room so we could fuck?”
“Mm-hm,” he agrees, his hands behind his back as he slowly starts to walk, circling me.
“On that,” he says, jerking his horns toward the antique breeding bench we’d been discussing.
He then opens his arms wide, gesturing to the rest of the room.
“Or any of the others. Whatever you want – we’ll try it. ”
My mouth goes dry.
But other parts of me definitely do not.
Okay. So this is happening.
This is definitely happening.
“Alright,” I say, trying to sound nonplussed and not like a cat in heat right about now.
I walk up to the strange piece of apparatus – the older one with the curtain that stops us from seeing each other. I guess it will kind of be like being blindfolded and tied down.
Which I’m also not opposed to.
Eying the bench, I realize that I’m going to be forced to ask Az to lift me up onto the thing, since everything is Xaviann-sized, and especially with this being on an exhibit platform-
I’d barely turned around – hadn’t even gotten the words out to ask him – he was just there. Right there. Ready to swoop in and lift me up onto the thing.
I let out a little yelp and scoot back into the plush of the seating. Az leans down, gripping onto golden rails on either side of my hips that I hadn’t noticed before. “You say no, and we stop, little Lois. You understand that, don’t you?”
I nod my head, but he doesn’t seem satisfied. Searching the room, Az briefly disappears, only to come back and hand me a small item with a single button on it.
“This piece of tech will send a shock through me to disable me,” he says, putting on a neuro-patch with a blinking light. “Use it if I get carried away.”
Playfully, I sit back and hover my finger over the ‘Az off switch’ he’s just handed me.
“Lois,” he growls, his tone so commanding, it sends shooting-stars of desire down my spine.
I quit my teasing and place the button on a nearby convenient table surface attached to the side of the breeding bench. What was that even put there for? For somewhere to put your coffee down while you’re getting railed into next Tuesday on the other side of the curtain?
Chuckling, Az pulls the curtains shut from the golden frame over my midriff, cutting himself off from my view. “Please at least try telling me no before you decide to electrocute me, little female.”
Resting up on my elbows, I lift one side of the curtain, peering through at him. “Electrocute?! Maybe we shouldn’t-”
Grunting, Az tugs the curtain back into place. “It would be totally worth it. Now, do I have your consent to-”
He doesn’t finish that sentence, only gently lifts one of my legs, adjusting the rest to a more comfortable position before draping my leg over it and doing the same to the other.
I can feel the silk of my dress fall away from my legs with nothing but gravity helping it.
Suddenly, I realize just how handy those giant slits in Xaviann skirts truly are.
Then, there’s the cool leather of the straps around my thigh.
I can hear Az’s breathing pick up as he’s tightening the buckle that keeps me in place, restricting my movements.
I hold my own breath, waiting for what’s next.
Will he smooth his hands down my thighs? Will he rip my underwear off, or merely pull it to the side?
All I can see is that heavy burgundy curtain.
And I can’t feel anything.
Where is he?
What is he going to d-
But then I do feel something.
I feel hot breath.
I groan because now I can picture what he’s doing – where he is.
“Az?”
“You have no idea how much I want a taste,” he murmurs, and I can feel each word against my still-covered pussy. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate for anything in all my life, Lois.”
“God,” I squirm. “Then why are you making us both wait?”
He huffs, and I feel it right between my legs.
But instead of starting, the bastard decides to tease us both further.
“May I have this cunt?” he asks, lightly brushing a single fang gently up and down my inner left thigh, occasionally licking his way along, too.
“Yes,” I pant.
“May I lick it?”
Oh, God, I’m going to die from being too fucking horny. “Az,” I whine, lifting my hips, inviting him to just fucking start already.
Suddenly, a strong arm bands across my hips, keeping me still. “Ah, ah,” he says, chastising me. Somehow, the gentle graze of his horn against my inner right thigh is doing things for me. “You need to be good and stay still for me, Lois, remember?”
I nod my head desperately, forgetting he can’t see me.
“Yes?” he prompts.
“Yes, Az. Please.”
I can feel his breath is back where it had been before – can picture him hovering directly over my center. I swallow, trying to keep myself in check.
“May I fuck this cunt, Lois?”
I groan in response.
“May I fill this little cunt with my seed?”
“Yes, yes!” I loll my head from side to side. He’s driving me insane with anticipation here – even while getting consent. “I…” I wet my lips, trying again. “I’m on birth control.”
God, I hope my IUD works against giant, horned alien prince cum. Maybe I should ask Niska what she used-
I almost jump out of my skin when I feel the single slow swipe of a finger down my pussy and back up again. “You are dampening your undergarments, Lois. Is this all for me?”
Before I can even answer, I feel the slow pull of him moving my panties to the side.
And then for a moment or two, there’s nothing.
Just me, strapped to a breeding bench, my legs parted, and my most intimate area completely exposed in a way that I can’t even see right now.
“Beautiful,” is all I hear before there is the sudden warmth of his mouth on me.
And it is… everything.
Oh, my God. Did it ever feel like this with anyone else?
Is it the curtain? Being strapped to the bench? The fact that we’re still in a public place?
Az groans into my pussy like a man starved, and I swear I see stars.
He’s lapping at me like he’s making eating my pussy his occupation, and he’s fixing for a raise.
Fuck.
I have never experienced a true eater like this.
At the point where he’s sucking on my clit, I think he might genuinely ruin me.
“Az, oh, God!”
I slip my hands under the curtain and find his horns, gripping on tight, making him groan into me again.
And then, he’s gone.
“You holding my horns is dangerous, Lois,” he says, but I’m not really listening – I can hear the clink-clink of him unbuckling his belt. “I will never forgive myself if I come in my pants and not this sweet little cunt.”
My underwear has pinged back into place, but it doesn’t dull the sensation of something unmistakable. The hot, heavy weight of his cock on top of my pussy.
“Guide me in,” he commands.
It takes me a moment or two before my brain computes.
I slip my hand under the curtain again and blindly feel around for him until Az takes me by the wrist, guiding my hand to his length and keeping me there.
Jesus, I’d forgotten how big he was.
Distantly, I wonder if this museum has a medical room, because Az may need to wheel me out of here with an ice pack between my legs after this.
With him still guiding me, I grip his cock and rub the tip of him up and down my pussy.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, almost sounding like he’s in a trance on the other side of that curtain.
Then we both align the head of his cock with my entrance, and he starts to gently push.
“Fuck,” Az mutters, his other hand suddenly grasping onto the golden curtain frame above me. All I can see of him are those knuckles, gripping so tightly the dark gray of his skin there is blanching a lighter color.
I can hear him panting as he keeps going, his groans matching mine as I concentrate on that one hand above me, and how I think I can see it shaking.
With some gentle thrusting and both of us seemingly holding our breaths, Az stills and says through panted breaths, “You have all of me, Lois.”
And don’t I feel it.
Fuck.
I feel so full.
All I can do is moan and squirm in response.
“Stay still,” he’s quick to say in a strained voice. “If you keep moving like that, I’m either going to come or bite you… or both.”
I can’t help it. I let out a laugh – something that makes him groan again. “I can feel that.”
Slowly, Az pulls out, only to thrust back in. Hard.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Az. Like that.”
“Goddess, you’re fucking perfect.”
The sensation of being filled by him but not being able to see him – only hearing the slap of our flesh and the rhythmic creak of the whole bench as he loses himself to it is only serving to push me closer and closer to that cliff of pleasure that I think I’m not far off from plunging right off of.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” Az repeats between powerful thrusts, winding me higher and higher, pushing me inch by inch toward that ledge.
“Az,” I moan his name.
I genuinely think I might black out from the pleasure. Is that a thing? I might be screaming his name. I might be writhing against my bindings. At one point, I swear I’m grabbing hold of those curtains for dear life.
But it bursts into nothingness when I’m floating into bliss, having leapt off that cliff edge, losing myself completely.
Distantly, I hear his grunting, calling my name, spasming, losing himself, too.
An exhausted-but-satisfied-sounding “fuuck” is what I hear when I come back to myself. But what I feel is Az slipping out of my well-pleasured pussy with an obscene-sounding splatter noise of something falling to the floor.
Out of breath, Az pushes the curtain aside and wets his lips as he looks at me, flush-cheeked, strapped to a bench, and thoroughly fucked.
“In all my dreams,” he pants, “you have never looked nor felt as beautiful as you do in real life.”