Az
Iam buzzing so hard with excitement this morning, my horns may well fall clean off. I’ve been awake since the early hours, and can hardly contain myself. I almost went to Lois’ travel chambers, but perhaps she has had a very eventful night and is in need of more sleep.
When she finally makes it to the dining carriage, I lean back in my chair, draping my arm along the neighboring backrest, aiming for a nonchalance I absolutely do not feel right now. “Sleep well?” I ask, virtually vibrating in my seat.
Lois looks up to me and swallows, her little human tongue rolling out to wet her lips. She makes a very non-committal kind of noise and seats herself opposite me, her attention completely on the platters of food for us to break our fast.
I’d eaten mine about three hours ago, but there was no way I was going to leave this table without seeing her this morning.
“How’s Lady and P-”
“They’re fine.”
She blinks up at me, slowly chewing a piece of fried zerzer meat – possibly startled by my abrupt answer. “They’re sleeping well now,” I add. Leaning forward, I pick up the decanter of fresh nectar juice and pour Lois a glass. “Something I trust you also did after using my Permission last night?”
Lois starts choking.
For a moment, I almost leap to my feet, but she’s already waving off my concern as she slaps her own chest and gets out the last of her coughing fit. Looking at me through watery eyes, she asks, “What did you just say?”
I cannot help the grin from taking over my face. “You,” I say, leaning forward, my forearms folded on the white linen tablecloth of the dining table. “Used my,” utilizing my thumb, I point to myself. “Permission.”
Her pretty little mouth hangs open for a second or two. Then it closes. Then it opens again. She’s starting to resemble a northern bog-fish after being freshly reeled in – but, like, the cutest little bog-fish you ever did see.
Her cheeks are turning pink, too.
Is she remembering what she did last night with my Permission? Was it good?
“H-how do you-”
“There’s a setting on Permissions,” I start, reaching over to place two more pastries on her plate. “It’s standard. You set it so that the owner of the Permission gets notified when it’s been used.”
That cute little bog-fish mouth hangs open again.
And for the love of The Four! I just want to scoop her up and…
I don’t know, squeeze her really fucking hard?
Not in a painful way, though. I don’t want to hurt her – not at all.
I just want to- I don’t know… I just want to touch her so fucking bad.
Exactly how she’d let my Permission touch her last night.
Suddenly, my belly is flooded with the searing feeling of jealousy. Which is fucking ridiculous. You can’t be jealous of your own Permission… right?
Lois is still looking at me like I’ve fallen off my drak one too many times.
“Relax, I didn’t turn on the log settings or the recording settings.”
“Log settings? Recording settings?”
She’s… starting to look concerned. This is not going how I thought this would go.
To be honest, I’m not sure I had any idea how this might go.
Did I hope this might open the floodgates for Lois to fling herself across our breakfast and kiss me again?
Yes. Did I wonder if she might invite me to her chamber for those elusive human ‘cuddles’ Kiahn is always bragging about?
Also yes. Did I think she’d be upset about a standard default setting on my Permission? No.
I decide to move seats, pulling out the chair beside her. “Uh,” I start, rubbing at the back of my neck. “So, some people set their Permissions so that they get a log of everything the user… experienced with their Permission. And the recording setting… well… they…”
“They get some homemade porn that they somehow played a starring role in. I get it.”
I’m not familiar with the Earth term, ‘porn’, but I think I follow her meaning.
Lois swallows and twists in her chair to face me. She looks kinda mad.
Which does unfortunate things to the tightness of my pants.
“Had I known that you would know when I activated your Permission, I never would have used it,” she says in a deceptively calm, slow, quiet tone – the kind of tone a guardian uses on a child when they’re trying to explain why they want to break their own horns off when they ride wild traxilliope deer through the palace hallways.
Or so I imagine…
I crease my brow. “Why? Was I- he not any good?”
I actually don’t know what answer I would prefer to that question.
If she achieved pleasure with my Permission – she achieved pleasure with my Permission.
But also, my Permission is not me, and every fiber of my being is screaming that it should be me and no one else to give her pleasure, holographic clone or not.
The excitement and smugness I felt ever since receiving that notification has soured to this stupid jealousy that I’ve never experienced in my life. I quite literally don’t know what to do with this. Do I deactivate my Permission? Do I change the settings so I won’t know next time?
Will there be a next time?
“I don’t know. I didn’t get very far with him.”
My mouth opens and then closes.
It is my turn to be a bog-fish, it seems.
“Why? Did you not like… what was on offer?”
I’d never considered this before – never had to.
The first ever time I give my Permission to someone, and she is left… unsatisfied?
Lois does not answer. Instead, her eyes flick very briefly to my crotch before flying away again as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
What the fuck does that mean?! “I… if you were displeased with my cock-” Four Goddesses above!
Those were hard words to say out loud. “-My Permission still has two hands and a mouth to service you,” I offer, before leaning back to gesture at one of my thighs.
“You may also ride your pleasure out on either of my thighs – they are very strong – or my face – it is very willing. Fuck, it would be an honor for you to rub yourself against my horns if that’s how you can best reach your peak.
I can change my Permission’s settings so that they are polished smoothly-” I pause, trying to gather my frantic thoughts before narrowing my eyes. “Or should they be more textured?”
“Az-”
“Is that what feels best for a human female’s pleasure?” I ask, reaching up to rub at my second left horn.
“Az-”
“I’m sure some kind of textured horn-sleeve could be fashioned. We could even incorporate vibration if-”
“Az!”
Lois sits straighter, looking beautiful, regal… irritated.
“I couldn’t use your stupid Permission because the whole thing – the whole process – and trying to keep my mind focussed was just too weird to me.
It was you, but it wasn’t you. You’d say the things I think you’d say…
But was I right? What if you’d say something different?
Do something different? It all felt very… inauthentic.”
“Ah.”
She wants… me?
“And you kept getting naked!” She accuses, lightly slapping me in the chest. I rub the area as if she’d really hurt me, when, of course, we both know she hadn’t. “One minute you were fully clothed and then ‘poof!’ your massive Xaviann dong is out there taking up half the simulator space!”
It’s at that moment that I try extremely hard not to let a smug smile creep across my lips, and, quite frankly, I believe I am due some kind of military award for keeping it at bay in this moment. “And, that is a… bad thing?” I ask, still absently rubbing at my chest where she last touched me.
“It is when it sneaks up on you like some kind of penis-ninja! Like… give a girl some warning, please!”
I shift in my chair – obviously uncomfortable under the weight of my massive Xaviann dong. “You do know that it was your mind that undressed my poor unsuspecting Permission, right?”
Lois points a finger right in my face. “Don’t,” she warns. And Goddess-damn it, I want to nip at that perfect little human finger. Just a little bit. No fang.
Well… maybe a hint of fang.
I’m not perfect.
“It was just all too weird for me, ok? And I’ve had hardly any sleep when all I really wanted was to just…”
I say nothing, waiting.
She says nothing, either.
That is, until a frustrated grumble comes out of her mouth, and she beckons her personal comms unit, ‘DJ’, forward. “I’ve been up all night drafting a contract between you and me because I thought… Well, you guys don’t do any of this kind of stuff without a contract and-”
‘DJ’ projects her contract in front of us.
I don’t even look at it.
With my eyes still on Lois, I lift my hand, feeling the electronic contract give a little against my palm with a soft buzz. “Agreed,” I say swiftly.
She blinks at me adorably. “Did you just… did you just sign a contract without even reading it?”
“Yeah.” Whatever the fuck she wants me for, she can have it.
“But… You don’t know what I’ve written in there. I could have asked for all your wealth and titles! I could have asked for your first-born! I could have demanded you dance the funky-chicken on the back of your drak, for God’s sake, Az! Are you insane?!”
I shrug, mentally tucking away a note to myself about researching the funky-chicken – whatever that is. “Are any of those things in there?”
“No, but-” she stumbles a little over her words, her cheeks growing even more pink.
“Well,” I say, plucking a berry from her plate. Leaning forward, I offer it up to her bite-swollen lips. “Want to tell me what I’ve just signed up for, little Lois?”