Chapter 13 Kaitlyn
KAITLYN
A lull in the conversation was filled by the arrival of servants bringing in a dish. They placed a heavy, iridescent bowl that reminded Kaitlyn of a huge clam shell before each guest at the high table. She looked down into hers and felt her stomach give a queasy roll.
It looked like some kind of escargot, but utterly alien.
The snails themselves were huge—each one the size of her thumb—with fist-sized, spiral shells that weren’t pearlescent, but a dull, mottled grey-green that seemed to absorb the light.
They were submerged in a thick, viscous gravy the color of pond scum—a green so deep it was nearly black—from which tiny, iridescent bubbles rose and popped with barely audible pffts.
Strangely, cutting through the visual horror was a smell that didn’t seem to go with the dish at all. It was cloyingly sweet—unmistakably the scent of overripe strawberries.
The conflict between the disgusting sight and overwhelmingly sweet smell was deeply unsettling, Kaitlyn thought.
“Ah, the glimmer-marsh are here!” the Empress exclaimed with delight, not pausing the rhythmic rocking of her hips against her concubine’s face. “You must try one, my dear Ambassadress. They are a delicacy.”
“Oh, thank you,” Kaitlyn said automatically, reaching to pluck one of the shells out of the grayish-green slime.
But the Empress shook her head.
“Oh no, my dear! The shell is far too caustic to touch. Use the tongs, and the extractor.”
Kaitlyn looked and saw that beside the bowl were two utensils—a pair of delicate, bone-white tongs, and a long, needle-like fork with four wickedly sharp, slender tines that looked more like surgical instruments or torture devices than cutlery.
Her appetite—already tenuous—had now vanished completely. But she’d been on enough diplomatic missions to hostile worlds to know the first rule—you never, ever refused the host’s food. To do so was the gravest insult.
She thought of the rubbery, still-pulsing grishnak liver she’d choked down on the desert world of Xylos Prime.
The taste of its coppery blood had lingered on her tongue for days.
Or what about the fermented vlorp eggs on New Thessaly, which had burst in her mouth with a taste like rotten cheese and ammonia? This couldn’t be worse than those.
At least she hoped not.
“Of course, Your Majesty,” she said, forcing a smile. Her fingers felt clumsy as she picked up the tongs. They were slick but she managed to clamp them around one of the grotesque shells, lifting it dripping from the green slurry. It was heavier than it looked.
Holding it steady, she took the sharp fork and aimed for the opening of the shell, trying to spear the creature within. At first, she couldn’t get it—the meat seemed stuck inside the shell.
With a slight grimace, Kaitlyn jabbed harder, twisted, and finally pulled out a glob of meat. It was a dull, purplish-grey, veined with iridescent blue, and it quivered at the end of the tines making her wonder, with horror, if it was actually still alive.
But no matter how awful it looked, she knew she had to eat it. The Empress was watching her sharply, waiting for her reaction.
She was just bringing the morsel to her lips—the strawberry-stench now mixed with a briny, fungal odor—when a commotion at the hall’s main entrance drew the Empress’s attention away and saved her.
The great amber doors swung open again, and a new couple hurried in.
The woman leading the way was extremely petite—maybe four-foot-four, Kaitlyn speculated.
Her skin was a glossy bubblegum pink and across her cheeks and shoulders swirled bright purple spots.
She had a cascade of long, platinum blonde hair caught up in a high ponytail at the crown of her head that bounced with her every frantic step and her dress was skin-tight, clinging to every curve.
Behind her, she dragged a tall, powerfully built male whose skin was a deep, oceanic blue, slashed with zigzagging, neon-yellow stripes. He moved with a resigned grace, his eyes downcast and made sure to stay behind her, though he was almost two feet taller than she was.
“Oh, I’m so sorry I’m late!” the pink woman chirped, her voice a high, fluting bell that cut through the hall’s murmur.
She performed a quick, shallow curtsy as she came up on the dais.
“Dinky was giving me oral pleasure and the time just got away from me! He’s just so good at it—you know? I swear my man has a magic tongue.”
A few titters ran through the crowd and the Empress gave her an indulgent smile.
“That’s all right, Aria. I’ve known you long enough by now to know you’re never on time. Have a seat by my new friend, the Kindred Ambassadress.” She nodded at Kaitlyn. “Now, you’ll be wanting a chair, won’t you?”
Aria giggled, a sound like tinkling crystals.
“You know me too well! Of course I want to sit in my dear Dinky’s lap!”
“Of course you do—you’re far too indulgent with him,” the Empress said, but she was still smiling, and it was clear she didn’t really mind. She snapped her fingers, and the same two servants scrambled to bring another of the reclined, cloth-bottomed chairs, placing it close to Kaitlyn’s right.
“Oh, how do you do?” Aria said to Kaitlyn as she arranged herself, hiking up her scandalous dress—which seemed to be held up solely by two gleaming rings pierced through her nipples—and settling onto her husband’s lap with practiced ease.
“I’m Aria and this is my hubby, Dinky,” she added, nodding at the striped man beneath her.
“Er, pleased to meet you.” Kaitlyn nodded, trying to look friendly. She was trying, and failing, not to let her gaze be drawn to the anatomy now on blatant display.
He needs a different name, she thought. “Dinky” definitely doesn’t suit him.
Like the rest of Dinky, his cock was dark blue with vivid yellow zigzags. But it was also monstrously long—a good inch longer than Braze’s impressive shaft—and it jutted up proudly between Aria’s spread thighs.
Despite its impressive length, however, it lacked the brutal thickness at the base and the distinctive swelling of a knot. That made it look almost slender by comparison to Braze’s equipment.
Still, it was big enough to make Kaitlyn wonder how such a petite woman could take it all inside herself. She glanced at Dinky…then at his dick…then at his wife. How did it actually work? It looked like it would go up to her diaphragm if she took it all!
“Oh, are you admiring my Dinky’s cock?” Aria asked, giggling.
She reached down and wrapped her pink fingers around the thick club of flesh, giving it a few leisurely strokes.
Kaitlyn saw—and then immediately wished she could unsee—that Aria wore no panties. Her pussy was the same bubblegum pink as her skin, but the inner lips were a startling, deep cobalt blue that matched the spots on her shoulders and breasts.
“Oh, er, no—not at all,” Kaitlyn said quickly, feeling her cheeks burn.
“Well, you should be—it’s the longest in the whole kingdom!” Aria said, pouting theatrically. She leaned closer to Kaitlyn, her spotted breasts swaying, and peered down at Braze’s trapped shaft. “My, my… but your husband’s shaft is almost as long and so much thicker! What in the world is that?”
She pointed a perfectly manicured finger directly at the swollen bulge of Braze’s knot.
“Oh, that’s his Bonding Knot,” Kaitlyn said. “It’s to, er, tie us together when we bond.”
“You mean to tell me you can take all that in your pussy?” Aria sounded genuinely impressed, her eyes wide.
“Well, yes, but it’s not easy and it takes some time,” Kaitlyn said cautiously. “It’s not something we usually do in public,” she added firmly, hoping to forestall any further inquiry.
The last thing she needed was the ditzy socialite asking for a demonstration.
For one thing, actually impaling herself on Braze’s massive cock in front of hundreds of people was so far beyond the pale when it came to breaking protocol, it was in another galaxy.
For another, she wasn’t convinced she could take it.
Her ex, Mark, had been pretty puny—about the size and length of a pickle spear. And her biggest toy back home was a respectable seven inches, but it was only half the girth of the Beast Kindred’s intimidating member.
The idea of that knot stretching her open was equal parts terrifying and, in a secret, shameful corner of her mind, thrilling. But if she ever tried it, she wanted to do it in private without an audience of hundreds of aliens watching her.
“Well if you’re not going to ride him, why did you sit on his lap?” Aria asked, looking genuinely confused. “Unless you just wanted to tease him some—I do that sometimes with Dinky. See?”
Before Kaitlyn could respond, Aria used her fingers to press the long, striped length of her husband’s shaft into the slippery blue slit of her pussy. She didn’t sheathe him, but rubbed the crown and several inches of him firmly against her inner pussy, up and down, in a slow, deliberate motion.
A muffled, strained groan emanated from the man beneath her, his striped hands gripping the chair arms tightly.
Aria giggled, increasing the pace slightly.
“Mmm, doesn’t that feel good, my love?” she cooed, casting a glance over her shoulder. “Be sweet to me and maybe I’ll ride you later.” She released his striped shaft—now shiny with her pussy honey—and looked challengingly at Kaitlyn. “Well? Aren’t you going to tease your husband too?”
Kaitlyn opened her mouth, a dozen polite excuses about propriety and dinner etiquette coming to her lips.
Then she caught the Empress’s gaze.
The ruler was watching her over the rim of her golden goblet—those sharp, knowing eyes missing nothing.
There was expectation there—a silent command for the performance to continue.
To refuse would be to fail, Kaitlyn understood—if she didn’t take Aria’s challenge, she would be giving away the charade she and Braze were engaged in.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, but there was no help for it—she had to do it.
“Er, yes—I do love to tease my husband,” she said, trying to inject a sultry confidence into her voice that she didn’t feel.
Reaching down, she closed her fingers around Braze’s cock. It was hotter than she remembered—like forged iron—and the skin was flower petal soft over his rigid core. A fresh bead of pre-cum welled from the slit as she touched him and she felt him tense under her.
Trying to mimic what she’d seen, she began to rub the broad, leaking head against the lace of her panties, the damp fabric providing a faint, frustrating friction.
But Aria was already frowning.
“Hey—you’re not even letting him feel your pussy! That’s what makes them really wild, you know—feeling all that warm wetness and knowing that they can’t be inside. Try again,” she demanded, her tone losing its giggly edge and becoming imperious.
Kaitlyn didn’t like being bossed around by a petite, bubblegum colored Barbie, but the Empress was still watching so she had no choice.
With trembling fingers, she used her other hand to part the vertical slit in her panties wider, exposing her own slick, heated flesh to the cool air of the hall for a fleeting second. Then, guiding the thick shaft in, she inserted the broad, plum-shaped crown of Braze’s cock into the opening.
The moment the sensitive head made contact with her bare inner pussy, a jolt of pure sensation shot through her, so intense her vision blurred for a second.
He was so hot and so hard. His pre-cum—copious and slick—instantly coated her aching clit and inner lips as she began to rub him against herself, not taking him inside, but sliding his length against her soaked slit and aching clit.
The feeling was devastating. It was like scratching the most profound itch she’d ever had…yet it only made her need for the big Kindred deeper and more desperate. A soft, involuntary moan caught in her throat.
Oh God, so good—feels so good!
Her Protector must have felt the same because beneath her, he let out a low, growling groan that vibrated through his abdomen and into her very bones.
“Fuck, Mistress,” he ground out. “That feels fucking incredible!”
It felt indescribably good to Kaitlyn, too—so good she lost herself for a handful of seconds, her hips making tiny, unconscious circles, seeking more pressure…
more of that exquisite friction. The world narrowed to the slick, hot slide of his broad crown against her clit…
to the pounding of her own heart and to the raw, hungry sound of his breathing.
Then Braze’s hips started moving. Just a little at first, but then, somehow, the head of his cock found the mouth of her pussy. With a deep, rumbling growl, he thrust again and she felt the broad crown nearly breaching her entrance.
Oh God, was he really going inside her? And was she really going to let him?
“Oh look—it’s the next course. These are the Shalombow skooties I told you about, Aria.”
The Empress’s voice, cool and amused, sliced through the haze of pleasure like a blade.
Kaitlyn froze, her fingers still curled around Braze’s shaft, which was now glistening with her own honey. She blinked and reality crashed back in. Oh God, what was she doing?
She was at a state dinner, on a dais, rubbing her Protector’s cock against her exposed pussy like some kind of sex worker! To make matters worse, she was the only one at the head table still actively engaged in the act—even Aria had stopped to look eagerly at the new platter being presented.
Heat flooded her face in a mixture of shame and unspent desire. She stopped the motion immediately…but something stopped her from removing Braze’s cock from inside her panties. After all, what if she had to rub him against her again?
Right—that’s why you don’t want to push him away, whispered a cynical little voice in the back of her head. Or maybe you just like the feel of him against you.
Kaitlyn pushed the thought away. With a final, subtle shift, she left the heavy, slick weight of his shaft where it was—nestled within the slit of her panties with the head resting snugly against her entrance.
Just in case, she told herself—though the justification was flimsy even in her own mind. Just in case someone demands another performance.
She withdrew her trembling hand, placing it carefully on the table, and tried to focus on the new, undoubtedly horrifying dish being placed before her, as if nothing at all had happened but below the waist, she felt like she was melting.
God, she wanted Braze so badly…even though she knew she couldn’t have him.