Page 30 of Queen Isabella

His unabashed honesty was disarming and she blushed more. These alien men were good at making her feel nervous yet excited, brave yet imminently in danger. The part of her that was starting to accept this wild new reality, in cahoots with the part that often got her into trouble, decided to pipe up.

“They are nice, aren’t they?” She stuck her chest out farther and gave it a little shimmy, making her breasts jiggle.

Artifex’s eyes widened, then narrowed again, and he bared his teeth in a wicked grin. When he looked away, she bit her lip, wondering what he’d been thinking, though she had a nervous feeling she was about to find out.

Artifex grabbed the cup she’d mistaken for water. “Quais a sauce. It takes just a drizzle.” He poured a line of the remaining lemony sauce across her chest, following the path his finger had taken.

“I understand that—now.” Isa nodded.

“I imagine you do.” He picked up a square red piece of fruit that reminded her of sliced melon. Artifex swiped it through the sauce on her chest. “This istapo.”

Artifex brought the morsel to her mouth. It was strange tasting something that was just on her body, yet the anticipation in Artifex’s eyes goaded her on. The reddish orange cube was a little too big, so she gingerly bit it in half. He didn’t miss the opportunity to run his finger across her lower lip before she pulled back.

“Mmm.” She quizzically tipped her head, not expecting what she tasted.Tapowasn’t a fruit at all, but starchy, like a potato. With the lemony sauce it tasted like a dish from Greece she once had.

Artifex popped the other half of the potato into his mouth.

“Do you like it?” he easily asked while chewing, since he communicated telepathically.

“Yes, it’s good,” she thought without opening her mouth.

“Very good, my queen.” Artifex gently squeezed her knee in encouragement.

Warmth suffused her. It was disturbing how nice the praise was.

There was a tickling sensation on her chest, and she looked to find the remnant of sauce sliding down her breasts. Artifex’s tongue shot out and lapped up the dripping line.

“Oh.” Isa pulled in a sharp breath.

“Quaalso tastes good on other things.” The salacious alien man held her gaze as his tongue trailed ever closer to her right nipple.

“This is definitely a sin.” Her breath sped up, her heart beating faster as desire rippled through her.

“I don’t know what a sin is.” Artifex leaned in close, until she could feel his breath on her areola. “But I do know that I likeyour breasts, my queen. Especially the berries at the tips.” His lips wrapped around her nipple.

Artifex’s inhumanly long tongue coiled around her breast, rolling over her nipple as he sucked it deep into his hot mouth. Isa tipped her head back when the pleasure shot down to her clit. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the dozen cooks watching. Desire filled their gazes, their cocks at varying stages of arousal. Having so many wanton eyes on her should’ve bothered her, yet it was having the opposite effect.

Yes, this is definitely a sin.Isa stared at the ceiling and soaked in the pleasure as Artifex moved to her other breast, sucking it clean of the lemony sauce.

He stepped closer, nudging her knees apart to make room for him. She jumped when his fingers combed through the strip of hair on her mound.

“What is this?” He found her clit and began rolling it.

“My clit,” she panted out loud.

She jerked each time a spark of pleasure jolted through her, moisture squeezing from her vagina. The swollen bead of flesh was so sensitive. She squirmed, tugging at the bonds securing her arms behind her back. She attempted to close her legs to get away from the spiraling pleasure, but Artifex was in the way.

Abruptly, Artifex released her nipple and clit. In one deft move he spun her around and gently laid her face down on the table.

“Artifex!” she gasped when he started tying more thick cord around her left ankle.

The brazen alien man paused, leaned in, and a puff of warm air ghosted over her bare behind. “You will let me tend to your pleasure,” his deep, sultry voice whispered in her mind, and then his tongue ran along the crack of her ass, teasing the edges of her labia without dipping in.

Oh heaven, I am going to hell!She shifted beneath the ticklish sensation that sparked her nerves and made her quiver.

“Mmm,” Artifex hungrily groaned and her insides melted.

“So, this is where you two are!” Phara declared. Although it was only in her mind, his voice seemed to echo in the kitchen, the reprimand evident in his tone.

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