Az
Lois leaps to her feet with a little squeak of a noise.
Her staff member, Zek, follows suit, brushing at his clothes.
Both of them stare at me, wide-eyed and guilty-looking.
My heart is hammering like a war drum inside my chest.
What have I walked in on? I cannot fucking breathe. If he touched my Lois, I am going to-
“Az,” Lois says in an overly bright tone. “Can we help you with anything?”
“If you have a contract with him as well, dissolve it… Now.”
Lois’ ‘DJ’ had been playing some kind of fast-paced music with frantic, chaotic notes. But that comes to an end with a loud scratch noise.
The very thought of my Lois entering contracts with others makes me want to throw up – and I have a pretty strong stomach.
Lois’ brows furrow. “What?!”
“I think I’ll come back and finish the packing later,” Zek says before almost tiptoeing around me. My eyes follow him as he makes a swift exit. His pace is incredibly hurried.
This was wise.
I try again, speaking slowly, with better clarity, so she understands that I do not care how these pleasure contracts work on her home planet. I will not share her. Not ever. “If you have entered a contract with him… or any other male… terminate them now, Lois.”
She looks at me like I have sprouted five new sets of horns, but quickly shakes her expression free.
“Now, wait a minute,” she says, stepping forward, her tone and posture that of a drakball player squaring up to the opposition.
“So you can go out there and collect all those Permissions like you’re at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but I can’t-”
“No, you cannot,” I growl. I have never growled at a female before in my life.
But Lois is really testing me right now if she thinks I’ll share her.
Stubbornly, Lois steps even closer – so close, I can feel the warmth and anger radiating off of her as she stares up at me – defiant little thing that she is.
I do not recall anything about exclusivity in her pleasure contract.
But I am very ready to make that amendment.
“And as for those Permissions,” I continue, pulling them from my pockets, “It is considered polite to accept a Permission when given. It does not mean they are used.”
Lois stares into my eyes a moment or two before dropping a hip, the tension releasing from her posture like water from a broken dam. Her arms are still crossed over her chest, though. And her brows are raised when she asks, “And do you plan to use them?”
Is she kidding? Why on Xaviaa would I use them when she exists? I toss the Permission tokens onto her bed and turn back to look her in the eye when I say, very plainly, “No.”
She then does something so unexpected, it takes my mind a few seconds to catch up with what is actually happening.
She leaps at me. Jumping up as high as she can, her arms wrapping around my neck so she can drag me down to a ferocious kiss.
And, fuck me, this little female can drag me anywhere she wants.
As soon as my mind catches up with what she’s doing – what she’s allowing to happen – I groan. The noise is loud, and long, and probably quite pathetic.
But I don’t give a shit.
Lois is in my arms, and her tongue is in my mouth.
She is really allowing all this touching. Like… really. Not her Permission. Her actual body.
And still, like a greedy fool, I want so much more.
I reach down and lift her, her legs instantly wrapping around me. Her body flush with mine – a sensation so fucking heady I think I can see stars.
There is no way in all the known universes that any Permission could compare to this.
“Take me to the bed,” she murmurs between presses of our mouths. And this is a good thing, because I think I may pass out from excitement right now.
In my limited capacity for thinking, I do manage to recognize that I am much larger than Lois, and should probably not be the one to cover her. So I twist and fall backward onto her bed, feeling the piles of folded clothes and discarded Permission tokens poke into my back.
But I don’t care one drak shit about any of that, because my Lois is straddling my middle and kissing me.
She moans into my mouth, her tongue brushing lightly past one of my extended fangs. I shudder, almost coming in my pants right then and there.
Suddenly, she’s scooting down my body, her heat passing over my straining cock, and her hands are busy trying to undo my pants – presumably to free said straining cock.
Goddesses, curse me.
I have to say it.
I don’t want to say it, but-
“Wait.”
She pauses and looks up at me. “Don’t you want to-”
During her frantic unlacing, Lois had managed to open my pants just enough for my fully erect cock to spring free at this very inopportune moment. It’s almost as if my member doesn’t trust me to answer her question, so has decided to make an eager appearance instead.
I gesture to my aching cock. “Obviously, I do. But… we cannot, because I have not yet instructed the design of your bench.”
“Hm?”
She’s not listening.
She’s sitting there, perched on my thighs, biting her lip as she stares at my cock.
Pre-seed gathers at my cockhead, a pearl dripping down onto my taut abdomen.
Has anyone ever come purely from just being looked at a certain way – by a certain someone?
Because I am beginning to think it may be possible.
“Lois?” I prompt, gently rubbing my thumbs against the skin of her legs where they fall either side of me, while I wait for her to look at me. “I’ve never done any of this with a real person. I’m not sure I could hold back with you if we go too far right now.”
She looks at me with furrowed brows.
I screw my eyes shut, repeatedly thumping my head back against her pillow, wishing I didn’t have to say what I need to say. “If you let me into that sweet little cunt right now, I swear to The Four, I’m biting you and making you mine.”
She quirks her brow, and-
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, screwing my eyes shut again as Lois’ small human hand wraps around my shaft.
She chuckles. “Orrr… you could just not do that.”
“You’re acting like I have a say in the matter,” I groan as she gently strokes me up and down.
“Sure,” I huff, arm flung over my eyes, trying not to lose it over the fact that Lois is touching my cock right now – not just touching it.
Caressing it. Stroking it. Fuck. “I’ll just refrain from making the most beautiful creature mine using willpower alone while using no precautions whatsoever. What could possibly go wro-”
Lois spits on my cock to ease her movements, and everything – the visual, the warm weight of her on my thighs, the way she’s looking at me, her hand wrapped around my fucking cock – it all makes my eyes roll to the back of my head as my hips buck up into her grip.
Lois makes a noise like she’s contemplating. “Hmmm,” she hums, her hand still sliding up and down torturously slowly. “If someone has to be restrained… Why does it have to be me?”
That glint in her eye is almost my undoing.
“It doesn’t have to,” I say in a strained tone.
She giggles, letting go of my shaft.
I almost weep.
But then, she’s very busy searching for something among the scattered clothes on the bed. When she finds what she’s looking for, she advances on me with a deliciously wicked look in her eye. Honestly, she could be about to saw a horn off, and I think I’d let her right now.
Thankfully, this does not happen.
Instead, after she is done, I am left with my arms above my head, wrists crudely bound using a leather belt and a knotted silk scarf, attaching me to the headboard of the bed.
Lois beams down at me, looking pleased with herself.
It is very cute that she thinks this would hold me back from her.
I give my restraints a performative tug. The headboard creaks loudly.
I give her a look.
Thankfully, my Lois is an intelligent female and quickly realizes this will just not do. She tilts her head, tapping her chin, contemplating as she looks down at me. “Okay, so full sex would be too much for you right now?”
I hate myself.
Clenching my jaw, I nod my head.
Scooting back over my body, Lois pushes up my shirt so she can admire my chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” she murmurs to herself.
I am not sure why my temperature would elicit such a reaction, but by the way her eyes are devouring me, and by the way her hands smooth up and down my chest and stomach, I think it is a good thing. “We could go old-school, and just-”
I suck in a breath as she starts to move her clothed cunt up and down my cock.
“Lois,” I grunt, not being able to control the way my hips rise in time with her rhythmic grinding motion. The bedframe creaks with the pressure from my bindings. “Lois, Goddess above, you are torturing me right now.”
She pauses, her flushed face looking a little concerned.
I stare up at her, panting and sweating like I’d just played a whole drakball game.
“Please,” I whisper, breathless. “I will give you anything you could ever ask for if you just never stop torturing me like this, Lois.”
A slow smirk creeps across her gorgeous features. “Yeah?” she asks teasingly, flipping her curly hair to the side.
I probably look so fucking pathetic right now – tied to her bed and whimpering. But I don’t give a single drak shit about any of that. The only thing I care about is this perfect female and the way she’s rubbing her little cunt against me.
I nod. “Yeah. Please, just-”
She starts moving again, making me groan and jerk against my bindings as she grinds down on me.
“Mmm,” she moans, obviously finding pleasure in our movements. “Those fangs sure do look sharp,” she muses, making me hiss and throw my head back.
“Lois,” I warn.
“You wanna bite me so bad, don’t you, baby?” she husks, grinding faster over my cock.
My arms strain against the belt. “Such a cruel little female,” I groan.
“You love it.”
My eyes roll back again. “I really fucking do.”
Lois slows her pace, making me whimper and buck up against her, begging for more. Instead, she reaches under her skirts and unties the sides of her undergarments. “Here,” she says. “I can be a little kind, too.” Then she shoves some bunched-up silk into my mouth. “Bite those.”
My mind blanks out.
I have Lois’ used undergarments in my mouth.
Not only that, but all that grinding and rubbing is now flesh on flesh.
I bite. Hard.
Before I know it, my arms have broken free, fragments of splintered wood falling around my head as I grab my Lois and flip us, her now beneath me. I keep biting down on those undergarments like my life depends on it, flooding them with my bonding venom.
Even in this state, I know I cannot just enter her. Our sizes would make this painful unless it’s done with care. So I just rock against her, thrusting so my cock slips over her cunt, just like her grinding before.
“Fuck,” she breathes, head thrown back, her small hands gripping my shoulders. “Az, yes! Oh, my God.”
I keep going, enjoying the sensation, the noises she gives me, the taste of her in my mouth – all of it.
And it’s not until she starts tensing up, holding her breath, screwing her eyes shut, gripping my shoulders so fucking tightly, that I realize she’s close to her peak.
When she finally falls, it is spectacular. The best thing I have ever been a part of in my life. I wish my head could have stayed clear enough to appreciate it for longer, but it was too late.
With a grunt and a moan, my body starts those spasms of pleasure that I’ve never shared with anyone else before. “Lois… Lois… Lois,” I grind out in time with my thrusts against her, my voice muffled from the now venom-soaked undergarments as I coat her stomach and skirts with my seed.