Page 60 of The Pleasure Contract

I nod my head desperately, forgetting he can’t see me.

“Yes?” he prompts.

“Yes, Az. Please.”

I can feel his breath is back where it had been before – can picture him hovering directly over my center. I swallow, trying to keep myself in check.

“May I fuck this cunt, Lois?”

I groan in response.

“May I fill this little cunt with my seed?”

“Yes, yes!” I loll my head from side to side. He’s driving me insane with anticipation here – even while getting consent. “I…” I wet my lips, trying again. “I’m on birth control.”

God, I hope my IUD works against giant, horned alien prince cum. Maybe I should ask Niska what she used-

I almost jump out of my skin when I feel the single slow swipe of a finger down my pussy and back up again. “You are dampening your undergarments, Lois. Is this all for me?”

Before I can even answer, I feel the slow pull of him moving my panties to the side.

And then for a moment or two, there’s nothing.

Just me, strapped to a breeding bench, my legs parted, and my most intimate area completely exposed in a way that I can’t even see right now.

“Beautiful,” is all I hear before there is the sudden warmth of his mouth on me.

And it is… everything.

Oh, my God. Did it ever feel like this with anyone else?

Is it the curtain? Being strapped to the bench? The fact that we’re still in a public place?

Az groans into my pussy like a man starved, and I swear I see stars.

He’s lapping at me like he’s making eating my pussy his occupation, and he’s fixing for a raise.

Fuck.

I have never experienced a true eater like this.

At the point where he’s sucking on my clit, I think he might genuinely ruin me.

“Az, oh, God!”

I slip my hands under the curtain and find his horns, gripping on tight, making him groan into me again.

And then, he’s gone.

“You holding my horns is dangerous, Lois,” he says, but I’m not really listening – I can hear the clink-clink of him unbuckling his belt. “I will never forgive myself if I come in my pants and not this sweet little cunt.”

My underwear has pinged back into place, but it doesn’t dull the sensation of something unmistakable. The hot, heavy weight of his cock on top of my pussy.

“Guide me in,” he commands.

It takes me a moment or two before my brain computes.

I slip my hand under the curtain again and blindly feel around for him until Az takes me by the wrist, guiding my hand to his length and keeping me there.