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“The first instruction is interesting...” I interrupt myself to slide my nose up and down the column of her throat and can’t ignore how her body shivers in response. Although it wasn’t on the menu, I follow the same path with one of my thick tusks and am rewarded by a burst of Delia’s arousal scent.
With her plush body rubbing against me, and her pert breasts only inches from where my hands are lodged at her waist, I have no interest in the recipe. There are other, far more enticing, things I’m hungry for.
“Um,” she says as she tries to read the card. Is my little human already so aroused it’s hard for her to string words into sentences? She shakes her head to get her thoughts in order, then adds, “It says we’re to separate the fleezer strands from the husk, then ‘Place one end of the strand in each of your mouths and eat until you meet in the middle. Only you will decide if and how long you will kiss.’”
Delia giggles and shrugs. “The things we’ll do for an education.”
She grabs the longest strand, then turns to face me. She’s in no hurry to try the fleezer, and by the look on her face, she doesn’t need any additional chemicals coursing through her body to make her want to make love to me.
As her gaze sweeps up my body, her smile widens. This female is so full of affection for me, so attracted to me, I can’t wait to show her the depth of my feelings.
She tosses her head, seeming to remember we’re here to follow a recipe. As she lifts the strand to her mouth, I notice other couples following the instructions. They’re all so consumed with each other, they won’t be paying attention to what my beautiful human and I might be doing at our cooking station.
She places the fleezer strand in her mouth, her gaze challenging me to join her.
We keep our gazes connected as we slowly munch the strand, our mouths getting closer and closer as the potent chemicals course through our bodies. By the time the strand disappears and our lips connect, I’m aware of little more than Delia and the insistent pounding in my cock.
Enveloping her in my arms, I lean her back far enough she’s slightly off balance. Is it my ogre nature or the fleezer that makes me want to take complete control?
“I believe you should do whatever your heart desires.”
Her lips are soft and so responsive as I coax them into a kiss. Instead of struggling to maintain her balance, she lets me support her scant weight in my tight embrace. As I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, I savor the moment, enjoying her soft moan as her hands reach around to slide up and down my back.
I delve inside her mouth, tasting her as if for the first time. The slightly bitter flavor of the fleezer has disappeared, and all I’m aware of now is Delia’s sweetness and warmth. The sound of our breathing, ragged and desperate, reaches my ears and I pull away a moment so we can catch our breath.
As I press closer, she widens her stance and lets me ride her. Even with layers of clothing between us, she’s enjoying the hard ridge of my cock as our tongues thrust and parry with each other.
Although she’s almost limp with desire, her pupils blown, and her arousal scent billowing around us so potently, I imagine people on other decks are probably getting horny from the slightest whiff.
“Maybe we should follow the directions?” she says. “I think we’re supposed to use the vinetree flowers as well?”
Perhaps the fleezer isn’t just an aphrodisiac. I think we’re both more than a little high. I lift her so her legs wrap around me, and ride her so boldly it would make the audience at one of my shows blush.
I feel like an ogre from the days of old. My primitive gesture proclaiming ownership in a way that can’t be mistaken.
Sitting her ass on the counter, I grab one of the large lavender blooms and crush the beautiful thing in my palm. The thick, velvety petals are filled with liquid. Not wanting to waste a drop, I tip her head back, command, “Open your mouth,” and drip the little pearls of purple liquid onto her waiting tongue.
After only a few pearls dot her tongue, her whole body shivers so violently, I wonder if she’s having a small orgasm. Her questioning gaze catches mine as if she can’t believe how potent the vinetree liquid is.
I toss the crushed bloom onto the floor and lick every drop off my palm, my gaze never leaving hers. The effects of the juice hit me with the force of a live wire. Every muscle, cell and fiber of my body feels the explosion of lust ten times more powerful than anything I’ve experienced before.
My thoughts are sluggish, my tongue almost numb, as I pull us both onto the countertop, press the button in the corner to make it rise toward the high ceiling, and rip my shirt off.
Chapter18
Delia
Asquare hole opens in the ceiling above us, and our cooking platform, a rectangular, sturdy surface with an island in the middle, soars through the opening. I’m barely aware of our “cooking” station veering to the right as the hatch in the ceiling closes, leaving us alone in a mid-air lazy river–without the water.
Our platform coasts along a channel, somehow avoiding bumping against the walls, and light music trills around us.
Fire is scorching my veins, turning me into a raging inferno.
I’m horny as hell, partly due to the aphrodisiacs we just consumed, but mostly because I’ve craved Jarrn for what feels like forever. I sense my patience is about to be rewarded in the best way possible.
My eyes snap to his bare chest. I drool at the play of muscle on muscle as he unfastens his pants, at his tight abs and narrow hips. A tiny V of hair points to the good stuff he’s been hiding for too long, and I lean forward to trace my finger along the light fuzz. A shiver wracks through him, and he grins.
“You haven’t had a taste of this yet,” I say teasingly, leaning sideways to remove another item from the basket and dangle it in front of him. It’s some kind of sausage-thing, thick and long and phallic, which must be the point.
