Page 95 of Border Control
If I hadn’t known before, now I’m sure. She’s deep in the mind sync, sharing easily across the connection between us, the ebb and flow of our thoughts becoming one.
Auras flicker in the corner of my eyes. I let go of my caution and suddenly they flare brightly in my vision, gray for the table, electric blues for the machines, and Law-rah’s silky gold shimmering over her skin. It glows like hidden treasure underneath her ripped shirt.
I nose it open further, finding her breasts contained in molded fabric. A quick snap of my fangs and they’re finally freed, and I can feast on them at last. Each achingly beautiful curve is crowned with a stubby nipple with two golden beads either side of it.
“My piercings.” She arches her back. “Lick them.”
“I will.” Sliding my arms underneath her shoulders and knees, I lift her to my chest. “In a moment.”
She clings on to me as I walk her to the window. Space slides by, suns of other galaxies hardly moving as we streak toward the Olorian solar system. There’s no one for lightyears, and yet the idea taking hold of me is compelling.
I set her on her feet. Her pants are in my way, and I roll them down with sharp tugs to leave her in a thin garment she calls a thong.
Law-rah leans back against the window to brace herself, fearless. Even a seasoned space farer like me dislikes confronting the utter darkness outside the ship.
But the emptiness serves me now. There’s no risk of anyone seeing my human mistress, but the idea of forcing her to face outward as I bring her to completion, making her put on a show, wraps around my cock, urging it hard again.
She’d be put on display, and I’d make her shatter her boundaries and unravel before an audience.
I slide an image of her with legs spread wide either side of me in the center with my back to the window.
“Fuck. Yes.” She’s panting as my idea takes hold of her, turning to face the window and slapping her hands against it. Her eyes shoot me a challenge as she watches me over her shoulder, shirt flapping open.
But first, I want to take my time. Anticipation heightens Law-rah’s pleasure.
I gently peel back her shirt, pulling her ruined breast-straps free and tossing them to one side. I kiss down her arm to her hand, taking it from the cold window to get her shirt sleeve free before replacing it back on the plasglass. Then I move to the other side, slowly repeating the action.
“Dom.” Her legs shake, her aura building. Swirls of gold surround me. Here, where she’s stripped back to pure pleasure, is where her aura really shines.
Her skin tastes of salt as I drag my lips down to her knuckles, my cock throbbing with every one of her helpless gasps. I ease her shirt off her arm, and finally she’s naked apart from her red thong and the shiny orbs either side of her nipples.
Stepping behind her, I press my chest to her sweaty back, hands roving to her naked breasts. My fingers tap the metal, and she gasps. They’re connected inside her skin.
“What are these?” I ask.
“Nipple piercing.” She tips her head back against my shoulder. “Makes my nipples super sensitive.”
Curious, I pinch the tip of the stubby flesh of her nipple. She swallows another gasp, and I can’t help myself. I curl around her and claim her lips with my own, kissing her deeply and twisting her nipples gently in my fingers as I do so.
She moans in my mouth, sparks shooting from her mind to mine, gold shimmering over my fingers. My human mistress is deep in her head but she’s open at the same time. I taste every inch of her mouth with my tongue, feeling everything with her, every ebb and flow of pleasure.
I slide my lips down her back to the base of her spine and, with a quick snap, her thong is out of my way. I tug it out of the valley between her rounded cheeks and press the strip that rested on her sex to my face.
“Fuck you’re so filthy,” Law-rah says.
“And you taste amazing.” I lap at the wet patch on the thong. While it’s a shadow of Law-rah’s salt, seeing her chest flush is worth delaying the pleasure of seeing her come undone. I can’t wait for the full taste.
I maneuver between her and the window and get to my knees. While I know there’s no chance of anyone seeing her, I’m still fighting my instincts to protect her, shield her from view.
I pull her hips close to my face, sitting back on my heels to lower myself to the correct level. This is my perfect position, on my knees, about to serve her.
Her hands press flat to the window, her golden hair a waterfall around her head above me.
“Can you see your reflection?” I ask.
Her gaze flicks up and back. “Yes.”
“I want you to watch yourself come undone.” Finally, I nose close to her pussy, lips stroking hers. The curls of her hair are damp, each drenched with her arousal. My tongue samples them before delving into her pussy, and I lap at her folds with greedy grunts. The silky smooth walls of her entrance shudder as my tongue enters them.
