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“No.” He harnesses my wrist in his big hand. “Not there.”
“But I thought—?” My words stick in my mouth as I swirl to look at the other side of the room. “What is that?”
“It’s a breeding bench.” He leads me to it. “Perfectly adapted for Earth women, or rather for you. It is one of a kind.”
“But…I don’t understand.”
It is like a small pommel horse, the four legs slightly splayed, the top long and cushioned. There are two dents in it and what looks like a vertical handle at one end.
“We have used these for centuries. Science showed that our females were most likely to conceive when tipped over one of these, the male seed releases to perfection.” He runs his hand over it. “And these two depressions, there used to be three but we have adapted the design, are for the breasts.”
Damn it. The king wanted me to bend over, he wanted me to take his cocks while pressed onto his breeding bench. That was not something I’d been expecting. “I don’t know if—”
“I think you will find this quite delightfully stimulating.”
“What?”
“The breast pockets.”
“Breast pockets?”
“Yes, feel.” He directs my hand into the soft indent.
“Oh…that is…” It moves, independently, to mold to my hand and caress softly.
“There is a nipple tug too, here.” He shows me the small hole for a nipple to go into. “It’s set on low for you, but if you want I can turn it up. Our females liked it on maximum, it was the only way they could claim any kind of orgasm.”
“Low will be fine.” I touch it and it dry sucks my finger.
My belly clenches and I press my legs together. This really was happening and he’d put a lot of thought into it.
Years of thought.
“So you should remove your gown,” he says, pulling at his heavily embossed tunic and tossing it to an elaborately carved chair. “And try it.”
“Try it?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
He sets his crown to one side. His horns are glistening and his broad bare chest puffs up as though he’s steadying his breaths.
“Can you take mine?” I ask.
“What?” His tail flicks, the end quivering like a rattlesnake.
“My crown, Athos.”
“Of course.”
He comes up close and removes it. He has dark underarm hair and his body heat is intense. He’s on fire with lust.
After he’s set my crown beside his on a lush velvet pillow he turns to me. “You are still dressed.”
“You should get naked first, my king. You have seen me naked already.”
“You must be naked for the breeding program to begin.” He gestures to the bench.
“And I will be.” I step up to him, hopefully appearing calmer than I am feeling inside, and I stroke my finger from the hollow of his throat down his sternum and to the waistband of his pants.
He hitches in a breath. “Visha.”
I enjoy the feel of his skin on my fingertip. It’s hot and covers pure muscle. “Take these off,” I tug his pants. “I want to see what prize I won when you claimed me.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes flash.
He is not a man lacking confidence and quickly shoves at his pants, kicks them away.
His two thick cocks spear themselves toward me. For a moment I indulge myself and stare, then I place my finger on his abdomen and swirl it to the right. I step around him, tracing a circle at the base of his torso and my gown swishing by his legs.
He lets out a groan and clenches his fists.
“You are a beautiful specimen of a male,” I whisper. “I did get lucky.”
“Yes. I am, you did.”
I smile. “Not short on humility either.”
He kind of growls but it turns into a gasp as I reach the base of his tail.
It’s aloft, the end still quivering, and I trace where it emerges from his lower spine.
“Careful there,” he says, adjusting his stance, locking his knees. “Tails are sensitive creatures.”
“Deadly too I hear.”
He hesitates then, “They have many uses, just know they have a million more nerve endings than fingertips, throughout the entire length.”
“So I can’t play with it?”
“You can if you are gentle.”
I lean close and kiss his shoulder, my lips lingering on his skin and taking in the musky taste of him. Then I run my fingertip up his tail, halfway and then back down again.
“You are creating a fire inside me,” he says gruffly. “Be careful of the explosion.”
“If you are to touch me, have access to me, then it should be that I have access to you, everywhere.”
I step around his tail and continue to trace my finger around his torso.
When I reach the front I hover on the smooth patch of flesh above his upper cock.
“Isn’t that right. Equality is a physical thing too.”
“Yes.” He swallows, the protrusion on his neck bobbing low. “It is.”
I marvel at how similar he is to Earth men in some ways and in others a million light years different.
I smile at my thought and then take his upper cock in my hand. I am gentle and reverent, and only just grip it.
“In the name of the Great Noble Leader I…” His tongue pokes out, splits at the end so it’s forked, and flickers in the air.
“You like me touching you?” I ask breathily.
“Yes. Both…both cocks. Please.”
I do as he’s asked. He’s doing so well. Standing there. Letting me play when really all he wants to do is tip me over and sink deep.
“Like this?” I ask, taking his lower cock into my hands and clasping it softly in my fist.
“It’s been so long,” he gasps. “Please don’t…”
“What? Tease you?”
He groans and closes his eyes, his tongue is still protruding as though desperate to lick me.
“I am not teasing you,” I say, rubbing him to the base and then back up again, absorbing his shape and the velvety skin over steel. “I am just showing you that I admire your body, that I adore you, that I want you.”
His eyes snap open. They are wild with lust and desire. Flames burn in their depths and a crazed longing sears over their surface.
I snatch in a breath.
“As I want you,” he says sharply then grips me and spins me round.
I am tipped forward, breasts landing in the pockets designed just for them and my legs touching those of the bench.
For a moment I am fearful. I pushed him too far. But then one of his hands lands gently on my back and the other pushes my hair to the side.
He kisses my nape.