CHAPTER 4
It feels so strange to put on a dress. I wore them all the time when I was a kid, and then I just stopped. I don’t remember when. I don’t remember why.
On the way home from my conversation with Phantom, I stopped by a store Cherry told me could make any kind of clothing in a scant hour or two.
The dress I bought took fifteen minutes, even with two revisions.
It felt like magic, because I didn’t understand the tech, but I am so glad I bought it.
It falls all the way to my feet, but the slits go all the way up.
Easy access.
I shiver as I remember their hands on me… as I imagine their hands on me again tonight under the table.
When I open the door, their eyes travel down me.
So glad I bought it.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, “Or is it a surprise?”
“Not a surprise.” Mooralan takes my hand, kissing my palm. “Inezsal has the most diverse menu on station.”
“Something for everyone,” Ferrok agrees.
They both hold my hand while we make our way through the station, and when we’re led to our seats—a booth they reserved—they put me in the middle and sit closer than is probably socially acceptable.
“How was work?” I ask as I skim the menu. “Did you keep all your fingers?”
“I did, but only because I knew it would upset you.” His smile tells me that’s not true, but I like it anyway.
There are no waiters. We order by tapping the menu and then slide them into the table. Our food rises out of the surface almost instantly.
“Okay, that’s creepy.”
But it doesn’t taste like it’s been under a warming plate all day.
It tastes like real chicken.
I might have to ask how that works… I might not want to know.
Ferrok tells us about his day, working for the station’s administrator and I tell them about brunch with Peach and Feather and…
“I booked us a room.”
They glance at each other. “Is that allowed?” Ferrok asks.
“Phantom didn’t tell me no, so… yeah.”
Mooralan exhales and stabs at his food before saying, “I wish you had waited to tell us that after we’d eaten. I am going to want to skip ahead.”
“I think she wanted to torture us,” Ferrok says.
Hand sliding down to my knee, he strokes my skin the way he did when he traced my scars.
I focus on finishing my food instead of reaching down to move it higher.
One of Mooralan’s slips behind me to rest on my shoulder.
I like when they touch me.
I like it enough I don’t finish my food before I ask, “Ready?”
They pay and practically drag me out of the booth. I go, laughing.
“You’re going to have to show me the client entrance to the ring view rooms. I only know the employee entrance.”
“It’s gotta be him,” Ferrok says. “This is a first for me too.”
There’s an elevator just inside Phantom’s entrance and it scans me before it opens.
It takes us directly to the room as a bot explains the rules again. I barely listen to them. Mooralan holds me against him, three of his arms playing with me—twisting my hair, smoothing over my stomach, bunching up the side of my dress.
Ferrok pretends not to notice, holding my hand.
“Did you have a plan for tonight?” Mooralan asks.
“No.” I look at him, eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
“Yes.” He dips down, moving my hair out of the way to kiss my neck. “I have been thinking about this for a very long time.”
“Then I am not about to stop you.”
“Good girl.”
Taking my hands, he leads me to the end of the bed. “I want you to sit right here. And you,” he points at Ferrok. “Sit in the chair.”
“Not sure I like this,” he says, but he goes anyway.
“You will.” Mooralan takes off his shirt, setting it aside, and then, he goes to his knees.
“We’re in the presence of royalty,” he says to me in a fake whisper. “It’s only right that I kneel.”
“What else should you do for royalty?” I ask.
His smile is wicked and he goes to his hands… and he crawls.
Ferrok watches him from the chair, all eyes wide. “Maybe I do like being a prince.”
When he gets to Ferrok, Mooralan glances back at me. “Should we make him feel like a king?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He smiles, turning back to Ferrok. “Promise you’ll make her feel like a queen.”
“Every chance I get.” Looking at me for the briefest moment, all of his eyes go wide.
Mooralan has his pants open in a blink, and I lick my lips as he strokes Ferrok’s cock, popping his clitball out and immediately placing it on his tongue.
He rolls it around, sucking as Ferrok shifts in his seat, helping to undress himself.
I barely have time to appreciate Ferrok’s body.
Mooralan turns to me with a smile and holds his hand out. I go to him, dropping to my knees in front of Ferrok too, and he kisses me.
It only takes a moment to figure out what he has planned… our tongues swap Ferrok’s clitball back and fourth, sucking and teasing and I spread my legs wider as one of Mooralan’s hands slips under my skirt and between my thighs, his fingers sliding along me.
When I take the clitball from him and don’t give it back, Mooralan tells me to go back to the bed.
Standing, I lift away my dress as I go, and Ferrok’s cock oozes, his hands gripping the arms of the chair.
Mooralan stands too, walking around behind him two hands take hold of Ferrok’s shoulders, another two clasp onto his wrists.
Going to my knees on the bed, I lean backward, teasing them both.
I wonder…
Popping his clitball out of my mouth, I watch them both as I reach down, rolling it against my clit and then sliding it along my pussy.
Ferrok’s eyes flutter closed and when they open again, I press it into me.
The sound he makes feels like a curse and his beach clacks closed as Mooralan laughs softly, another hand reaching up to make sure—even though it’s not necessary—that he’s looking at me.
I squeeze on the sphere inside of me, pushing it out and fingering myself to push it deeper again.
Grunting, cum shoots out of Ferrok’s cock, hitting his legs, the carpet… almost reaching the bed. He shudders and I bite my tongue at the sheer projectile force of it.
Explosive.
A second spurt, then a third, each one a little less powerful than the last.
Mooralan swipes a string of cum dripping from the socket and brings it to me to suck from his finger. “You are eternally sexy,” he whispers.
Curling a finger inside of me, I fish the clitball out, and while I suck his finger, I offer it to Mooralan.
He takes it, tongue curling briefly around my fingers, too, and Ferrok murmurs, “You’re both trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
I laugh, because no, we aren’t, but, “What’s the punishment for a royal assassination?”
I stick my tongue at at him and he comes to me, still dripping.
“Depends on where you are. The rules are fuzzy here.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “You’d get away with it, though.”’
“Would I?”
He nods and Mooralan tucks the clitball in his cheek before he says, “Phantom would cover it up. They’d do anything to protect the people that work for them.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I like you.”
“We think that’s a very good thing.” Ferrok drags his beak along my knee and I look over at Mooralan.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” I raise one brow and turn back to Ferrok. “Do you think he needs an official decree?”
They both laugh and Mooralan takes his pants off without the need for further prompting.
The lights are dimmer than I realized and his sack glows a brighter green than I remember.
I hold my hand out. “Come here.”
I wrap my hand around him and Ferrok moans with a shudder.
If they were paying me tonight, I might feel bad that Mooralan’s doing half the work with Ferrok’s clitball.
Then again, I might not.
When I suck on his cube-like tip, Mooralan’s hand goes to my hair, gripping tight. His words are strange as he talks around Ferrok’s clitball. “Don’t have too much fun. I am dying to sink into your pussy again.”
I laugh around his cock and consider making him come like this.
We have the room for the whole night if we want it.
His hand tugs as I try to go deeper and his balls tighten when I brush my fingers along them
It would be so easy to make him come like this, but he doesn’t let me. Twisting my hair in his hand, he pulls me back, bending down to kiss me as another of his hands wraps around my throat and he pushes Ferrok’s clitball into my mouth.
“Please let me fuck you,” he breathes against my lips.
How could I refuse such an eloquent offer. I manage not to laugh and only nod. But his smile makes me bite my lips.
He gets on the bed, saying something to Ferrok and then eight hands are on me. Only the two Mooralan uses to support himself don’t slide over my skin.
Ferrok helps lift me up so my legs are over Mooralan’s, and together, they guide his cock into me.
One of Mooralan’s hands holds my waist, another, my left hand, two more grip my knee and shin and I feel another beneath my arm as I grip Ferrok’s shoulder.
I hold his clitball between my lips as they help me lower onto Mooralan’s bright orange cock.
“Gorgeous when you’re empty, an absolute dream when you’re full.” Ferrok pinches my nipple with his beak and toys with it with his tongue.
I don’t know whose hand goes to my clit, but they work me in a rhythm that turns my brain off completely. All I am is a woman at the whim of desire.
They lift me and move me and Mooralan pulses up into me until I’ve managed to sink down every inch.
I hear them speak, but with their hands on me. With my head tipped back and my eyes closed, with my pussy stuffed full… I have no idea what they’re saying. I couldn’t answer a question to save my life.
I let them take me. I let them use me, and when they’re hands and mouths and cock push me over that invisible line of pleasure, my orgasm turns me into a doll.
They hold me and move me and I lay back against Mooralan’s chest while he drives into me, over and over.
Ferrok’s hand sweeps down the front of me and I watch through hooded eyes as his fingers skim over my swollen clit and spread pussy and he takes hold of Mooralan’s balls.
“Fuck.” The harsh word comes a moment before he does and he pulls out of me, still cursing as a stream of that electric green cum falls onto my stomach.
Sharp, strange words… they’re arguing.
I watch as Ferrok peels the almost-instantly dried cum off of my skin, curls it up like a fruit roll up and… eats it. Beak clacking away with each bite.
Oh.
Oh!
“You came inside me.” I know I’m the one who said it, but it doesn’t sound like me. It sounds like someone far away.
“It’s okay,” Ferrok says. “We’re never going to hurt you.”
“Hurry up.” Mooralan’s hands slip beneath my knees to hold me wide open.
Ferrok licks his beak and then lowers his face between my legs. He pushes his beak into me and I gasp at the sensation of something peeling away from inside of me.
I know it’s Mooralan’s cum, already dried to my vaginal wall, but my brain short circuits on the sensations.
It’s strange, but I like it.
Mooralan turns my face to his, kissing me while Ferrok literally eats me out.
When he’s done and climbs up beside us in the bed, Mooralan takes the clitball we’ve been passing back and forth and slips it back into Ferrok’s cock.
“How do you feel?” he asks me.
A dozen superlatives fluttering through my mind.
“I feel… like you gave me everything I wanted tonight, and more.”