Page 5 of Master
Luntha was beautiful. Tall and lithe, with violet skin and deep green hair that hung over her shoulder in a thick braid. She smiled at me, showing stark white teeth with sharp canines as long, thin fingers undulating, beckoning me.
I placed my hand in hers, feeling a faint tingle against my palm. Ntavian women secreted the smallest bit of poison from the pores of their skin when aroused. Not enough to cause damage or sickness… just a delicious tingle with every touch.
Dammit.
Fifteen minutes. If I could just squeeze fifteen minutes….
No!
Luntha led me down the hallway, plush carpeting muffling our steps. Luntha, Being a popular pleasurer, she had better accommodation with her lodgings located just a short way from the red gilded door that held the human.
The room I entered reminded me of other pleasurer’s abodes I’d visited, only larger, with more quality furnishings. A large bed stood in the middle of the room, laid with silky deep red fabrics and a plethora of cushions. I sat on the edge, feeling the mattress slack under my weight.
“What is your pleasure, my warrior?” Luntha stepped between my knees, resting her hands on my shoulders so she could place her six firm breasts just inches from my mouth.
“What’s your specialty?” I countered, trying not to grimace as my cock twitched painfully.
“I’m good with my tongue,” she purred, twisting so one taut nipple grazed my cheek.
I groaned, battling the desire to give in to temptation, as my fingers went to the fastening of my breeches. Thankfully, at that moment, I found the small vial resting in a pocket just inside the waistband. Gripping it between my fingers, I raised my hand to stroke Luntha’s neck. She gasped at the small prick. Then a moan of pure bliss escaped her lips as she collapsed into my arms.
“Sleep well, lovely one,” I murmured, laying her amid the sheets. She would awake in a few hours with muddled memories as the only aftereffect. “I gave you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever experienced,” I added with a smirk, knowing the highly suggestive state of her unconsciousness.
Pulling the door to Luntha’s room open a hair’s breadth, I held my breath, scoping out the hallway. I’d left two males in the waiting lounge when Luntha collected me. One I knew asked for a Framaddi female. My stomach curdled at the thought. Framaddi were a diminutive species, never growing past the size of a youngling. Her room would be close to the front, near the guards, should she need to call for help.
Vaktaire ears were better than most species. I accounted for one other patron walking a distant hallway, but detected no sounds except for panted breathing and moans of pleasure from the nearby doorways.
I glanced down the hallway, looking for the red gilded door. A special door—one that heralded a grand prize lay beyond. I had no way to tell if the client was already inside with the human. If so, I would have to deal with him quickly and quietly. Nothing I hadn't done before.
I slipped into the hallway, holding my breath to better pinpoint any sound. A long moment later, satisfied I could make it the hundred or so feet to the human’s room without detection, I moved. The slight hum of electronics buzzed against my eardrums, the sound of concealed cameras. Due to Luarian’s reputation for client anonymity, I knew no one monitored the camera feed in real time. They’d certainly look when the human turned up missing, but by that time we’d be long gone.
The door handle felt cold to the touch, ornate and golden like the rest of the embellishments. Footsteps and faint rustling sounds came from behind the barrier, indicating the human remained alone. It was early in the evening. Events such as the first time with a new treasure often occurred later. We should have plenty of time to make our escape before her client arrived.
Unless.
The other human, Emmy, looked at my kind without fear. Her introduction to our Chieftain came in the process of his saving her life. She knew immediately that we only had her best interest in mind. This human did not know my kind. All she would know of alien beings were the despicable Trogvyk that took her from Earth and those she met here.
What if she resisted rescue? What if she felt only fear from my presence?
Why was the idea of her apprehension so unsettling?
My ears twitched as the faint sound of footsteps reached me, along with murmured words between a Ntavian pleasurer and her client.
No matter how the human might react—I had to move.
Thankfully, the establishment implemented a policy forbidding locked doors, an extra measure to keep the pleasurers safe. A button on the inside, pushed when the girl accepted her client, illuminated a red light outside to ensure privacy during the visit.
The handle gave a faint click, followed by a hiss of air as I made my way inside. The room stood empty and for a moment, my heart hammered with worry. There was only one other floor where a pleasurer might reside and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
She came out of the bathroom, hands clutching a wad of blue silky fabric that fell away the moment she noticed my presence. Her violet eyes widened along with her full pink lips forming a perfect “O” shape. At the sight of her, my cock grew so ragingly hard, I bent slightly from the ache.
I’d seen pleasurers in many states of dress and undress, but nothing as beautiful as the creature that stood before me. She wore a gauzy concoction of pink lace that clung to her full breasts and hips like the fabric enjoyed caressing her skin. Her thick hair fell over her shoulders in a riot of waves, the color of dried grass fields touched by the sun on my home planet. Her skin was pale and creamy, save for a faint smattering of what humans called freckles over the bridge of her nose.
I should announce myself. I should move to secure the room and see to her safety. I should do a lot of things. All I could do was stare at her, awestruck.
She moved first, and the awe I felt at her beauty shifted into pure shock as she spoke.
“It’s you.” Her lips curved upward, parting to show small white teeth as she smiled. A tiny foot kicked the dropped gown out of her way as she hurried to the doorway and pushed the black butto that would engage a dull red light just outside her doorway.
