Chapter 23 Dom #2
I count three hundred double heartbeats before I go to the galley.
Inside is a state of the art meal dispensing machine connected to a pantry of delights from all across the universe, anywhere Olorian Gerverstock units have been able to return from.
The amount of sweat, scales and blood that’s been poured into obtaining these ingredients must be huge, but their sacrifice is a worthy one if it means Law-rah can taste some of the best food from galaxies beside her own.
She waits for me next to the dinner table, a simple metal rectangle with rounded edges and four legs bolted to the floor. Alongside it sits a long couch covered with a luxurious fabric.
Her lips are a bright fire red, a warning color in any other species, but in response my scales harden along with my cock. My crinis presses against my carapace in delicious pressure.
“Welcome. Do you enter this scene of your own free will?” she asks.
My own lips are suddenly dry. “Yes.”
She pats the top of the surface. “I want you on here, legs spread, hands holding on to the table legs above your head. How does that sound?”
It sounds perfect. Like a sacrifice, from Oloria’s deepest history, when primitive males would tear out the hearts of the willing to offer them to our system star, before we understood how the universe truly worked.
A sacrifice is the ideal state of being for a Parthiastock, living their life in service to a female, perhaps even dying for them.
I nearly come there and then, my carapace straining to contain my cock.
Pulling my attention back to the tiny human, I ask, “How will I pleasure you from that position, Law-rah?”
“I’m going to pleasure you.” Her eyes turn dark as she brings her finger to her lips. “This time, I want to handle your cock myself.”
My knees weaken. I lean against the table, but first, an urgent requirement intrudes. “Gara explained that we should use CNULG during intimate occasions where my cock is exposed. After what happened to Arra-bellah, I would request we use them now.”
Law-rah’s nose wrinkles. “What's see-nulg?”
“Containing Natural Urges at Low Gravity. CNULG. A covering for my intimate areas so that my emissions do not affect you.”
“Oh, smart. I suppose that’s healthy. I’ll have some of that.”
I find it for her and hand the case over. She sets it onto the cabinet next to the food creator with a click which rings in the silence.
“Strip,” she orders, and I do so, ripping down my heavy pants. My carapace pulses with each beat of my hearts, my breathing getting heavier, louder.
She watches, face reddening as she changes color too, the scene affecting her as much as it is me.
When I’m naked, she gestures to the table. “Lie on here.”
Positioning myself next to her, I sit on the edge. The table creaks under my weight as I lie back, each vertebrae pressing against unyielding metal.
“I won’t need restraints, will I?” Law-rah strokes my cheek.
“No, Law-rah.”
Her eyes go liquid at her name on my lips. “Mm. Put your ankles behind the table legs, and hold on to the ones closest to your head.”
Obeying her every command is a glorious release. I twist my feet behind the metal legs, spreading my thighs, and grasp the legs of the table underneath my shoulders hard. My triceps bulge, and she strokes them approvingly. Her touch sends ripples of fire across my scales.
Her small fingers trail down my scales to my carapace. “I can see you’re having a hard time containing yourself.”
“I am,” I grunt, breath tight. With my arms raised, my chest is stretched out, almost like I’m dangling from my arms in the shed. What has she got planned for me?
As her fingers glide lower, my carapace cracks, crinis writhing free. Her breath catches in her throat as if she’s being pulled out, too.
“Fucking amazing.” She lifts a small hand, face redder than before and golden aura rising to illuminate her skin. I know all her shades now, and she’s getting very excited. “I really want to know what this feels like, how sensitive you are. I’m going to touch you here.”
My throat nearly closes completely. “Please,” I manage to grunt, and before I can even think, her soft dexterous hands cup my waving tendrils.
If her touch was fire before, now it’s a laser beam, lighting every one of my tender nerves with a single precise stroke. My crinis surges, white fluid leaking all over her neat fingers.
She stays absolutely still as it rubs itself against her fingers over and over, scent marking her with its sliding coils. I can't stop it, quivering all over as my muscles spasm from the pleasure.
She lifts a finger, lifting the tentacles wrapped around her digits upward. The tugging at the base of the tendrils sends beams of ecstasy all over my body.
A low moan escapes me, and she grins. “Hyper sensitive here, I see.”
Law-rah turns her hand in a slow circle, extracting herself from my crinis’ grip. It doesn’t want to let her go, holding onto her with its tiny suckers, but she manages to get free.
She wraps her fingers, slick with my emissions, around the shaft of my cock. The plates bulge, spikes rising. “Holy fuck,” Law-rah says, breathless with what I hope is excitement and not fear. Her aura brightens, almost too bright to look at.
“I won’t hurt—” I begin.
“No, I know, this is fascinating.”
I don’t know whether we’re still in the scene, or whether this is the real Law-rah talking to me. I hope it’s the latter. She’s open to the mind-sync, her feelings whirling, turning around her golden core. She’s aroused.
But then I can’t focus on her. Her fingers squeeze my shaft, slippery with crinis fluids, and a gasp escapes me as electricity streaks up my spine.
“Mm.” She begins moving her fist up and down.
Slow at first, then faster and faster. The friction spreads from my cock to my core, each tug connecting directly to my lower spine.
I’ve never felt such a building, delicious pleasure, tingling and ringing through me, intensifying into a wave.
The sound of my harsh pants mingle with hers as she works to bring me to a peak.
Once the pleasure becomes unmanageable, she lets go. I slam my head into the back of the table at the loss of friction, the pending release turning to a knot of frustration in my cock.
And that just makes me more aroused. My crinis flails, reaching for her wrist, which she whisks out of the way.
She smirks at me. “I can tell you like it. And hear it.”
My stomach sinks. She must have ventured up the bond, because I know I’m not pushing, but I should still take the blame. “I’m sorry, I’ll try—”
“No, it’s okay. I like these thoughts.” She strokes the tips of my quivering tentacles. “Mm. You like that.”
“I do.” Arching my hips up toward her touch, I try to remember how to breathe.
“This will be good. I can push you right to the edge…” She grasps my cock again, working it up and down, and my spikes flare out.
My muscles demand I twist to escape the sensation when I’m so overstimulated, but I try to be still for her.
Law-rah wants to explore. Every involuntary jerk of my hips makes her smile widen.
My crinis wraps around her fingers, binding her to me.
They pump out white fluid, filling the air with the scent of woodsmoke.
She stops, hand still around my cock. I buck my hips and she tuts, “No, no.”
I still for her, my muscles quivering. I want to beg, I want to scream, I want to give her what she wants. Forcing my body into stillness, I wait, on edge, every scale attuned to her.
With her fingers spread, she slides the palm of her free hand through the crinis emissions and up my stomach to my chest. Fire spreads in the wake of her touch. She traces up my throat to my lips, her finger invading my mouth.
I suck it greedily, tasting myself along with the earthy salt of her skin.
“Good,” she purrs, and my cock jerks, sending a ripple up my stomach and chest, a rich peach laced with blood red to match her skin and painted lips.
Her gaze follows the colors, her own cheeks a flushed pink as if in response, and then meets my eyes. Her golden aura splits, surging down her arm in multiple fingers, as if she has tentacles of her own.
Once I’ve licked her finger clean, she trails it back down in a line through my midsection, her nail sharp in the grooves between my scales and her aura shimmering as it writhes over my chest and stomach. I relax my scales, wanting to feel every single feather-light touch, trying to feel her aura.
She leans close to my head. “Can you soften the spikes around your cock?”
I haven’t tried doing that before, but I try now. With effort, they relax back against the head of my cock. “If… If you touch me again, I fear I will come to completion. You had best equip the CNULG.”
“Good plan.” She takes the tin and opens it with a crack. “What do I do here?”
“Roll two or three balls together into a disk.”
“Oh! Like pizza.” The smile she shoots me is real, lighting up her aura to a dazzling flash. She stretches the CNULG into a wide circle above the tip of my cock and, watching my face, drapes it over and down.
Any touch from Law-rah sends heat searing through me, but her firm, deliberate sliding of the CNULG down my shaft is pure fire. I try to control my breathing, but I’m panting hard.
And then her lips engulf the head of my cock.
I yell before I contain myself, but the warmth, the wetness, the pure domination as Law-rah subjects me to the pleasure of her lips and tongue is too much.
Gold wraps around me, surrounding me, protecting me.
I arch my back to deliver myself up to her, and she sucks hard as my crinis tenderly strokes her cheek, nose and forehead.
“Law-rah.” I can’t keep my spikes down, I’m going to flare in her mouth. A spike of panic surges through me, and I let go of the table legs in preparation to pull her away from danger.
‘You can do this.’ Her mental voice is an encouraging whisper, quieter and more controlled than I’ve ever heard her before.