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Law-rah gasps. “What isthat?”
Mycrinisemerges,tendrils sliding over one another. White fluid leaks from their tips, pulsing in time with my rapid heartbeats and filling the air with a fruity smell. The engorged tentacles keep coming, bringing my thick cock along with them to spring free.
“My sex organs,” I explain, watching her face.
Her eyes are wide, red lips still. Is she afraid?
“I won't hurt you,” I begin.
“I… I know you won't.” Then she flashes me a smile. “Not unless I ask nicely.”
I shake my head. “Not even then. I will never hurt you.”
Her eyes go liquid, but then she flaps her hand. “In the context of play, I like a slap to my ass every now and again, but if it's a limit for you I'll respect it,” she says, candid, still staring at my writhingcrinis.
It's so different to her imaginings that a need to reassure her wells up inside me. “Thecrinisprotects my sex organ, my cock.” My cock is thick, bulbous in the middle with small plates on the head and rim. These flare out now, something I haven't seen before.
“And lubricates it, by the looks of it.” She takes a step back, studying me as if I’m a new species, captured and spread out for an examination.
Why is that thought making my cock swell harder, the plates rising like that? Her gaze tracing my intimate organs make mycriniswrithe.
She smirks up at me. “You like being exposed.”
As soon as she says it, it rings for truth. “I suppose I do.”
“What else do you like?”
“Truthfully, I don't know. I've never had female attention like this.” On me, my naked body bared for her viewing pleasure, my cock stiff and wanting, mycrinisnearly tangling with longing. The circumstance I find myself in only adds to the pleasure. “I'm one of a thousand Parthiastock clones, no female has ever wanted me.”
Except you,I want to say. My thoughts spread out in a tight band as if I'm sending just to her, even though I know she's not a psychic.Use me for as long as you want. Play with me until I bore you, because I promise, I won't disappoint you.
“A true virgin, huh.” She looks at me thoughtfully, opens her mouth as if to say something, then closes it again. “We will take it slow.”
I don't wantslow. I want her hands on me, possessive and soft or hard and sharp, forcing me in my body and pushing me to the edge of what I can endure.
Her gaze slides back to my aching cock and the crown of writhingcrinissurrounding it. “Being honest, I'll need to work myself up to tackling you,”she says, “but I've never backed away from a challenge.”
Based on her reaction, it seems she's confident with sex organs. Discomfort spikes through me at the idea of her handling other cocks, but I quickly brush it aside. “Does it measure up to your standards?”
“It’s out of this world, a real monster fucker’s dream.” Her pink tongue dashes out, wetting her lips. “You’ll make someadventurous mate very, very happy, and human guys extremely envious.”
The warm flash of pride is accompanied by an ache because, already, she’s thinking of where I go after her. Even though I know that, it still pangs. Deep within, my secret desire ignites. This is for me, not just so I can center myself to be the best Base I can be for Nevare. I want to explore mate things in thisplay, with Law-rah… because I’ll never have a mate of my own.
I can't keep Law-rah, so I have to enjoy this while I can.
Law-rah steps away and already I feel her loss, mycriniswrithing after her and my cock swollen stiff. “Come down now, and pull your pants up,” she says, and I drop down to the ground at her order. My muscles burn as I lower them to my sides, and for the first time, I lean away instead of into the pain. It used to center me, bringing me into focus, but this brief session with Laura has centered me unlike anything else.
“How was that for you?” she asks, her voice husky, her form shadowed, as if she's wrapped her curves in shade.
“Perfect,” I say. “I feel… mentally balanced. At equilibrium.”
“Well, great. I… enjoyed that too.”
A wave of heat burns up from my cock as mycriniswraps around it, surrounding my vulnerable organ. An entirely pleasant sensation. “Good. I am glad to serve you.”
Eyes bright in the dark, Law-rah says, “I’ve got an idea for our first, um, scene.”
Already my body is sore and wanting, for what I don’t know exactly, but I trust Law-rah to lead me. “I’ll be waiting,” I respond hoarsely.
