Page 51 of Border Control
DOM
I’ve traveledmultiple star systems across so many galaxies I’ve lost count, and visited myriad planets that support life. Even though I’m a lowly clone, I’ve been privileged to have a variety of experiences, from the songs of the solar lights on Kethark to the sweet taste of the Likarian nectar which blooms only once a decade.
None of these come close to touching the beauty of Law-rah lying replete in front of me. I did that. Me.
Nothing sounds as sweet as Law-rah’s soft moans, and the only thing that rivals the taste of her secret depths are her lips, curved up in a contented smile. The spikes on her aura disappear completely and her energy is a calm pool, shining such a bright golden yellow my eyes tear up looking at her.
It was remarkable watching the brightness build, first glinting on her arms and legs, then sparkling in her core when I pulled her to my face. Each time I lavished my tongue on a particular nub of her soft flesh, more energy poured into her aura, but if I stayed for too long, it would fade. Varying the pressure, tempo and spots where I worshiped her caused more gold to collect in her aura as if I shoveled rocket fuel into it.
I stroke her sides, and her aura curls around my fingers like oil on water, throwing off a kaleidoscope of color. I stare, fascinated. Auras pulse with the energy of the emotions beings experience; they don’t move in response to another's. I’ve never, ever seen someone’s aura react to something else touching it.
“Dom?” Law-rah wears a small frown now. The golden energy fades back into her skin.
But I know she can give more. There’s capacity in her aura; only a thin sheen of gold now, but I want to see her glow like the heart of a sun.
Picking up the tool shaped like one of our long-distance shuttles, complete with a large bulb on one end, my fingertips quickly find buttons. A little experimenting and it fires to life, vibrating in a contented purr in my fist.
Law-rah’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t resist as I arrange her legs wider, baring her sex to me. Watching her face, I hover the tool over her puss-ee, wet with my kisses.
“May I?” I ask, voice hoarse.
She nods once, and I guide the tool down and press it against her sex.
Her aura stops, reverses, and builds up in color once more, and I know I've put it against the right spot. A floral salt scent perfumes the air and she clenches her hands into tiny fists, making a little gasp in the back of her throat.
Gold wraps around me, molding to me, embracing me, sweet and salty together in a symphony I can taste on my tongue. I can't taste auras, but it's like Law-rah’s soaked into every single one of my senses.
I watch, mesmerized, as small twitches of the tool make her buck, moan, and twist. She's completely trusting of me, putting her pleasure in my hands and letting herself come undone in front of me.
It's an honor, one I will cherish for my entire life.
But I want more.
My carapace aches with how hard my cock wants to escape, mycrinisspurting and leaking. Keeping my own desire in check is difficult, but she wants me to use this tool, so I will.
Her golden aura draws inside suddenly. I try to coax it out by stroking her long naked legs, so smooth and pale, up to her quivering sex. It begs me to touch, to explore, and I slide the tool down to see what it'll do to her. She gasps, thrashing as I hold it against the very edge of her precious fold of skin.
It's hard to restrain myself when I'm watching her slowly build up to her peak. I don't even understand what my instincts are screaming at me to do, nor where these come from.
Mycriniswould slide in here, then devour the bud bringing her so much pleasure. The idea of filling her with fluid sends such a strong pulse of heat through me that I gasp.
My hand trembles as I glide my palm along her skin, swirling her golden aura close to her core. The other one holds the device in place relentlessly.
“Dom… gonna…ah!” The beautiful human tips her head back, but spikes of blue-red start intruding on the gold. She tenses and her body stiffens. The hateful barbs grow, overshadowing her, and I snarl seeing them wound together with all of her glorious brightness.
Whatever she's afraid of, I'll defeat it for her.
“You're safe with me,” I hum, sending the reassurance in a tight band to her. Not that she'll hear it, but I'm desperate to reassure her.
I stroke her smooth skin, swirling the remaining gold back up to the secrets at the top of her shaking legs, my own desire brimming to the edge of my endurance. I'll bring her to the brink of her pleasure and then support her over the edge, carrying her safely down the other side.
She seems to hear me, because she instantly relaxes and lets the bliss take her under. Her golden aura swirls around my wrists, tugging me closer insistently. It's warm, supportive, silky smooth as the sides of her pussy, and tastes of Law-rah, salty-sweet with a little spice that fizzes on my tongue.
I press the tool firmly and the golden shackles tighten, encouraging me. It's as if I was tied next to her anyway, and now I have the pure essence ofherholding onto me as much as restraining me. I could easily pull free, but I don't want to.
Her aura swells. “Dom,” she mews, and I push toward her, physically and mentally. Suddenly gold envelops my arms up to my neck in a cascade. “Dom!” Her voice echoes.
I plunge my head down into her aura, my ears ringing. Pleasure floods through me, and as her muscles buck, mine squeeze in a mirrored response. She's open to me, her mind a whirl of intense pulsing feeling.
