Chapter 25 High Table, Eve #3
She lifts her top slowly, swaying her hips like a dancer, her breasts bouncing free with the movement. They are full and heavy, capped with pink, tight nipples that pebble under the cool air.
I grip myself through my trousers, stroke once, then unfasten the fabric and take my cock in hand.
She pinches a nipple before tossing the top toward the console like she’s offering herself to me.
My fist tightens.
Her bottoms slide down her thighs with exaggerated wiggles. She bends—ass high, curves obscene in their abundance. A human’s softness. A body meant for touch and teeth.
My jaw aches with the urge to bite into her flesh, and leave marks that would brand her as mine.
Then her cunt. Dark hair crowns it like an untamed animal and it stirs something primal in me. I stroke myself harder, wishing for more of it, wishing I could bury my face there until I drown in her scent.
She presses her hand to the Venus Lock and gasps. The device answers with a pulse that makes her moan, and the readout spikes across my screen—arousal, logged.
My cock jerks in my fist. Oh, Eve. So, defiant.
She grinds against the lock on her bed, drunk and shameless, trying to touch herself through my device.
“You’re purposely baiting me,” I whisper to the feed. “Trying to use the Venus Lock against me. But it won’t work my little human.”
I stroke myself faster, matching her movements.
Her breasts sway, nipples taut, her belly tightens as she rocks back and forth and I imagine her spread out on my bed, wrists bound above her head, as I fuck her mouth with my cock until she gags, then I’d flip her over and take her from behind, bury myself to the hilt into her furry folds, while her voluptuous ass quivers under my hands.
And I would pound into her, making sure she knows who owns her and who controls her orgasms.
My fist slides faster, rougher over my cock, imagining myself inside of her warm body.
She laughs through another moan, her thighs rubbing together, giving me everything.
It’s a turn-on to know that she is not afraid of me. Not yet, anyway. And that, in itself, sparks something within me that hits harder than anything I’ve ever felt for a woman. Most women become docile around me from my size alone. Not Eve. Even as a human, she still dares to tease me.
I fantasize about her on her knees, gagging on my cock, drool running down her chin in a forbidden Eclipse Kiss.
Then I imagine her saying, “Yes, Sovereign,” as I pin her thighs apart and grind the lock into her clit until she screams, begging me to fuck her raw and fill her until her womb aches with the weight of all I have to give her.
The thought breaks me into a thousand muscle contractions, and I spill my seed into a crystalline ampoule, hot and pulsing, as she passes out in her bed on my screen.
Her body is flushed, her hair is damp, and her cunt is swollen from the lock’s teasing. Just seeing the pulsing light between her legs is enough to make me aroused all over again.
I own that cunt.
I lean back, watching her curl against the sheets. She’s sleeping in the nude, just like I wanted her too. And she’s already dreaming. “Goodnight, my little tease. Don’t think you can use my technology against me. Tomorrow morning, you will drink from the Devotional goblet again.”
LORIAN
She staggers into her suite, and I laugh. Drunk little thing.
Rafe’s message flashes to her console, cold and commanding, but I already know she won’t obey the way he expects her to. Humans never do. And from what I’ve seen from Eve already, I expect her to try and take control of this situation in some way.
She’s clever, this one.
I settle back, my cock already swelling as she clumsily pulls on those ridiculous strawberry-print pajamas—strawberries, of all things. She thinks she can hide from us under fabric. Childish. Sweet. Innocent. An illusion she wants to believe about herself.
I grin, knowing this facade won’t last. From the moment I read her orgasmic reports from the Igo, I had an inkling about the kind of woman she is, and it’s not the kind that wears pajamas.
I watch her intently as she reads our messages.
Her laugh is sharp and sloppy.
“Show me your true self,” I say to my screen.
Eve sways to the center of the room. Her human shirt comes up slowly, and she rolls her hips dramatically, purposely mocking us, stripping like she’s on a stage, daring us to look.
Yes, this is that spark of defiance I saw earlier today. Rafe thinks he can control her with the Venus Lock, and she’s trying to show us that he can’t. That she’s stronger than our technology.
Clever.
And I stroke myself at the sight of her performance. Goddesses, I love it when those who have everything to lose, dare to question the system.
Her large breasts spill free from her pajamas, soft and full, with pink nipples that are begging for my teeth.
I grip my cock and pump, grinning as she cups one breast herself, pinching her nipple. She knows we’re watching, fantasizing about our mouths suckling her. One brother for each nipple.
Ironically, we gave her that Venus Lock to dull her sex drive, but it turns out, it’s only directing our sex drive to her.
She slowly drags her innocent bottoms down next, bending down so far, her ass tilts up high, the curve begging for a strong slap which that I would be more than happy to give her.
I squeeze myself harder, imagining the sound it would make—that round flesh rippling under my palm before I fuck her from behind until she screams my name.
And her human cunt. Goddesses. It’s surrounded by soft hair, dark and thick.
I imagine myself fisting my hands in it, while I eat her out.
Her convulsing with pleasure over and over again, her hot liquid coming all over my face.
Then I want to mat the fur around her cunt with spit and come and mark her as mine.
She presses her hand to the Venus Lock glowing between her legs, and it answers with a pulse that makes her knees buckle. Her readouts spike, and I moan with her. She grinds against the Venus Lock, drunk and shamelessly, and I stroke my cock harder and faster.
“That’s it, beautiful sinner,” I say. “Show me your true self.”
I imagine her crawling low across my floor, her breasts swaying as she drags her cunt over the stone floor to please me. I imagine shoving her face down, hair tangled in my fist, pounding into her tiny wet human hole until she begs for mercy—and then giving her none.
“Just like you’ll get no mercy now for this little show.”
Eve ends her drunk performance by blowing Rafe and me a kiss through the screen. And I laugh like I haven’t done in years.
Eve understands the game, and has accepted it.
She passes out naked in her bed. I keep pumping myself, watching her, imagining her gagging on my cock in a forbidden Eclipse Kiss. I come with a groan, spilling myself, hot and messy, into a crystalline ampoule.
Tomorrow she’ll drink from the Devotional goblet again without the starfruit juice. Just our essence. You are ours, my sweet little heretic.