Chapter 8 #2
“Neuron Fire,” Yahn explained, lifting his glass. “One of the few drinks that affects most species equally.”
I raised my shot, clinking it against theirs. “To bad decisions,” I toasted.
“To beautiful consequences,” Aano countered.
The liquid burned like frozen lightning down my throat, leaving a trail of sparkling sensation that radiated outward until my fingertips tingled and my lips went numb. Colors intensified, sounds separated into distinct layers I could almost touch.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
“Dance with me,” Yahn said—not a question, but a command that my body instantly wanted to obey.
He led me to the edge of the dance floor, where the crowd undulated like a single organism. Up close, I realized many dancers were in various states of undress, the aries between dancing and fucking blurred by the permissive atmosphere and the effects of whatever they’d consumed.
The music seized me, or perhaps it was the Neuron Fire.
My hips began to move in time with the pulsing beat, my arms lifting above my head as I surrendered to the rhythm.
Yahn pressed against my back, his hands on my waist, guiding my movements to match his.
His orange skin glowed under the shifting lights, making him look otherworldly and dangerous.
I felt something sinuous slide up my inner thigh—his tail, slipping beneath the hem of my short dress with deliberate intent. The tip traced delicate patterns against my skin, each touch sending electric currents straight to my core. I gasped, arching back against him.
“Careful,” he said against my ear. “You’ll give away our secret.”
Around us, dancers lost themselves in the music, and couples pressed close, oblivious to their surroundings, to the exquisite torture happening mere inches away. The tip of Yahn’s tail found the edge of my underwear and slipped beneath it, teasing my already wet folds.
“You’re soaked,” he observed, his voice a purr that vibrated against my back. “Is it the danger? The strangers watching? Or just the thought of what we’re going to do to you?”
Before I could answer, Aano appeared before me, his massive form carving a space in the crowd. His eyes locked on mine, then dropped to where Yahn’s tail disappeared beneath my dress. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he boxed me in between them.
“Started without me?” he asked.
“Just warming her up,” Yahn replied, his tail curling to stroke my clit through my panties.
My knees nearly buckled. Aano caught me, one huge blue hand splayed across my back, while the other tore my panties at the seam.
He slipped them off and stuffed them in his pocket.
The music shifted, becoming deeper, more insistent, and Aano and Yahn pressed in close, their massive bodies surrounding me, supporting me just as Yahn’s tail slipped inside me, fucking me in long strokes to the rhythm of the music.
Around us, bodies pressed in close, and the dancing grew more frenzied, more sexual.
An Araced couple nearby were all but fucking, her legs wrapped around his waist as they swayed to the beat, kissing wildly.
He shoved her skirt up a little, pressing closer. Were they having sex right in the club?
“I want that,” I said, nodding toward them.
Aano’s grip tightened. “You sure about that, princess? Once we start, I won’t stop until you’re a fucking mess.”
The crude promise made my pussy clench around Yahn’s tail. “Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
That was all the invitation they needed.
Aano’s hands slid down to grip my thighs, then lifted my dress just a little, exposing my ass and pussy to anyone who cared to look, though I wasn’t sure how much anyone could see with Aano and Yahn pressed close.
I should have been mortified—the good daughter, the proper heiress, displayed like a piece of merchandise—but instead, I felt a rush of power so intense it made me dizzy.
“Look at this perfect cunt,” Aano growled, his fingers circling my clit as Yahn’s tail continued to thrust. “Fucking dripping for us.” Yahn’s lips traced patterns on my neck, and his hands roamed over my body, groping my breasts through my dress.
Yahn spun me between them, his hands cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. He found my nipples and pinched, hard enough to make me cry out.
“They’re watching,” he told me, his eyes reflecting the pulsing lights. “All of them wondering what it would be like to be in our place. To have you.”
His words sent a fresh flood of wetness between my thighs. Aano’s fingers teased at my pussy alongside Yahn’s tail. “We can’t... will we get in trouble?”
Yahn chuckled roughly. “Sweetheart, didn’t you see the sign outside the door? This is a sex-positive club.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but it was hard to focus with Yahn’s tail thrusting into me.
“So fucking tight.” He pressed his lips against my neck. “Can’t wait to feel you stretched around me.”
“Please,” I whispered, past caring who heard, who saw. “I need it. Need you both.”
Yahn captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my pleas.
His tail slipped from my pussy and wrapped around my waist, while his hands tangled in my hair, controlling the angle of our kiss.
The dual sensations of restraint and invasion made my head spin.
Aano withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching.
I whimpered into Yahn’s mouth, trying to press back against the Tholkon’s massive body.
The sound of a zipper made my pulse spike.
“Spread your legs wider,” Aano commanded, his voice rough with need. “Arch your back.”
I obeyed instantly, feet sliding further apart on the vibrating floor and arching my back as I kept kissing Yahn. The movement parted my ass cheeks, exposing me completely. The cool air against my wet pussy made me shiver.
Yahn broke our kiss to watch over my shoulder as Aano positioned himself. “She’s desperate for it,” he observed, one hand sliding down to circle my throat. “Desperate to be fucked in the middle of a crowded nightclub. Look at how she trembles.”
“Gonna give her what she needs,” Aano promised.
I felt the dual tips of his cocks press against my entrance—thick, blunt pressure that made my breath catch.
One shaft was larger than the other, both ridged in ways that human men weren’t.
The first breach was always the most intense, that moment when my body had to surrender, had to accept that it was being invaded by something not of this world.
“Fuck!” I cried out as he pushed inside, both shafts stretching me beyond what seemed possible.
Around us, the dancing continued, and it was dark enough that I wondered what people could see.
Other couples were dancing wildly, grinding together, kissing.
The music throbbed through my bones, matching the pulse of blood in my clit as Aano seated himself fully inside me.
The force of his thrust pressed me into Yahn’s chest. I slid my hands up to Yahn’s shoulders, holding on tight as my body was filled.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his grip on my hips tight enough to bruise. “Take all of it like the good little slut you are. Our princess acts so perfect, but the truth is, she needs cock so much she doesn’t even care if she’s fucked in front of strangers.”
The filthy praise made me clench around him, drawing a hiss from his lips. Yahn’s hand slid down to my throat, applying just enough pressure to remind me of my vulnerability. His tail tightened around my waist.
“Move,” I begged. “Please, Aano, fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His first thrust lifted me onto my toes, forcing a strangled cry from my lips.
They shifted position, lifting me off the ground so I was better aligned with their cocks.
Yahn caught it with another kiss, his tongue fucking into my mouth in rhythm with Aano’s thrusts.
The synchronized assault left me nowhere to hide, no way to process the overwhelming sensations.