Chapter 4
Timber
Waiting was the worst part. My contacts were blacked out like my eyelids were closed, except darker.
At least when my eyelids were closed, I could sense the light through them, but the contacts were like a black void, and the sensation was even more strange whenever I blinked over them.
The skin on my arms prickled. I was nothing but prey for a predator as I waited for a potential alien mate to approach.
This was why sensory deprivation was considered torture; human bodies were not designed to believe we were safe.
With no sound, or visuals to ground me, I was defenseless.
At least with sight and sound, I could pretend I had a chance at surviving an attack.
Though, really the only comfort was knowing the kind of attack here would be the carnal kind.
This was a matchmaking mission, after all.
"Do you feel that?" a deep voice asked. It was a bit shaky like his breath was ragged from a brisk run. Still, I couldn't see him.
I sucked in my own breath with a startle at his presence, but also this strange heat building from my core. At least, now, he was within range for me to hear him. My implant was dampened to only hear sounds within range during the selection process.
He hesitated before asking, "Do you wish to touch?"
What a strange question, but I couldn't deny that there was this heat between us that urged me to say, 'yes'.
I nodded, feeling the throb of my clit seeking pressure. There were no expectations that he was going to stuff his hand down my pants and resolve the issue, but being swept away by alien pheromones was one of the perks of joining this game show. It was intoxicating.
"I need a clear understanding. A verbal 'yes' will suffice," he insisted with a dry evenness to his tone.
"Yes," I practically moaned out as my legs shifted to gain friction where my body craved to be touched.
I couldn't see him, but I could see Axelun in my mind as his breath tickled my neck as he teased, and…
fuck. The bastard was right. I'm still thinking about him when I know the voice isn't his.
He took my hand and squeezed. I almost flinched back from the heat, but it was quickly replaced with a warming sensation that traveled up my arm before he snapped his hand away.
"Umal of AsunGor," he introduced himself and asked quickly, "allow me the honor of proving my worth this evening?
" he asked formally. I didn't want pleasantries; I wanted to embrace the ache between my thighs and ride his face until the craving exploded in his mouth. Then I'd sleep better than a baby.
"And how are you supposed to do that?" I teased, hoping he'd pick up the hint.
"I wish to show you my skill in drinking the juices of your pleasure," he stated almost clinically.
I was pleased to see he wasn't oblivious to what I wanted but also couldn't help but wrinkle my nose at his delivery.
I was wet and ready, but I was quickly losing interest unless he could impart a bit more passion into his words.
It sounded more like he was listing off an action item at a corporate meeting about finances than about licking my pussy until I came.
"Juices," I repeated the word with disappointment and tried to recover the situation by seizing the arousal before it disappeared altogether. "You could work on your sexy talk, but I'm throbbing for exactly what you're offering. Can we leave now?"
My legs squeezed together, hoping to rub that spark back up when, finally, a visual of my potential alien plaything appeared and I could finally address my plug viewers, "This isn't that kind of show, so that's all for tonight.
" I tapped the implant connection to my contacts off, so only I would get the show to come.
"I'll meet you at your dorm after the screening. All you have to do is invite me with your implant. I'll take my leave and await your invite through your profile to lead me there."
"Don't make me wait too long," I said as I reached out to touch him, but he was backing away and bumped into an invisible wall. He cleared his throat and tipped his chin up.
"Axelun," he addressed, "I must warn you that bonding is an intense feeling.
I fear that I may need to see the medic on board to dull the ache, so I don't scare my mate away.
" He did know that I could still hear him, right?
I guess there was supposed to be a proximity of where I was supposed to hear things, but maybe it was turned off when I turned off my implant?
"You should have waited to touch her until you could have performed mating displays quickly," Axelun warned, but he sounded playful and encouraging.
"The bond snapped into place before I even touched her," the other unGor, Umal, told him, and I smirked. Guess, it wasn't just aliens that were intoxicating, but humans too.
"Commissioner Broma and Commissioner Arilli will be pleased.
Give your mate some time before coming to her dorm to show her your worth," he suggested and I practically pouted that I would have to suffer with this ache between my legs by myself.
If he waited too long, I'd take care of it myself and have no need for whatever skills he wanted to show me.
My pussy was so wet and all I could think about was putting my hand down my pants to take care of it.
Waiting for Umal seemed too far away, and I kept thinking of Axelun.
Though I only heard his voice, my contacts still prevented me from seeing anyone else in the room except for Umal as he walked away.
"Are you thinking of me as you squeeze those pretty legs tightly?" that torturous voice asked, and I thought I had imagined it just to help my fantasy.
I thought my retina upgrade had cleared up after I was able to see Umal and turned off my plug channel, but I looked around the room searching for the male that went with that voice and saw no one.
"Shhh, you're okay," he soothed. His fingers entwined with mine and squeezed gently. "Until the screening is over, no one can see you and you can't see them."
"But the mates can," I reasoned.
"They have enough to distract them. None of them are looking at us."
"You're sure?"
"Do I make you nervous?" he asked as his lips nipped at my ear. My heart skipped and I my belly twisted in on itself.
"Yes," I said breathlessly.
"Because you want me to touch you?"
"Yes," I repeated.
I couldn't see him, but his hand traced the curve of my hip then absence.
"You said 'yes' to him as well, didn't you?
" My heart hammered in my chest as I waited but still couldn't feel him as the heat between my legs grew and the silence tortured me.
His fingers had already drifted away from my hips.
"Stay," I begged.
"I never left," he said as a weight of fabric draped over my head. "This is a traditional unGor robe, and much too large for someone of your size, but you don't have to move. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I felt the heavy layers of the robe shift, and I squeaked as I felt his fingers move up my thighs as he crouched under the robe.
"What are you doing?" I squeaked.
"Tell me to stop," he said as his fingers undid the button of my pants and the zipper dropped to tug them down over my hips.
I shoved my hand into his hair and gripped him.
He moaned at my aggressive move, and his breath was hot between my legs as he pulled my underwear to the side.
Instead of telling him to stop, I lifted my leg and stepped on his muscled thigh as he knelt before me.
Not seeing anything was scary but also empowering. I may not know if other people could see me, but I knew I couldn't see them, and I was covered by the fabric of a robe. I pulled his face towards where I dripped for him.
His tongue slipped between my lips and his mouth suctioned on my clit like he knew exactly what I needed. I muffled a cry and his fingers dug into my ass to make sure I didn't squirm away from his mouth as his tongue flicked and pressed into me.
"You're fucking delicious," he moaned into me. Now, he knew how to dirty talk. "That's right, gorgeous. Open for me. Let me taste the way you need me."
"Ngh, fucking—Stop being so gentle, I'm so close."
I could feel the way he smiled between my legs before something plunged inside me that couldn't have been his fingers because those were gripping my ass.
"What. The. F—" I whimpered as it felt like I was being fucked hard and fast by magic that was thicker than three fingers, but definitely not a cock.
I shattered, muffling my moan as I held his head to steady myself.
His movements slowed to let me ride the convulsions of coming on him. I hope I didn't pee on him.
Sometimes that happened.
I felt his tongue lick me, making me shiver and throb. It happened so fast, I still ached for more.
"Next time, you'll say my name," he whispered, kissing the inside of my thigh before pulling to adjust my panties back in place, and tugging my pants over my hips.
I whimpered at the end of something that felt like it was only beginning.
He gently zipped my pants and slowly buttoned the top back up, then kissed my stomach.
What the fuck was that?
I was stunned and warm all over.
"Will you say my name when he visits you at your dorm?"
"Oh, fuck," I gasped. I wasn't even thinking about that. What was I going to do? I may not feel slut shamed for having a good time, but I certainly wasn't about to double dip after what just happened. What did just happen?
"I won't keep you," he said, disappearing from underneath the robe and leaving me feeling confused and tormented, but also the best I'd felt in ages.
I could hear his footsteps as boots walked away.
With each step, I felt my stomach coil up like a piece of me was being torn away with each movement that wasn't drawn closer to me.