Page 93 of Border Control
She watches, face reddening as she changes color too, the scene affecting her as much as it is me.
When I’m naked, she gestures to the table. “Lie on here.”
Positioning myself next to her, I sit on the edge. The table creaks under my weight as I lie back, each vertebrae pressing against unyielding metal.
“I won’t need restraints, will I?” Law-rah strokes my cheek.
“No, Law-rah.”
Her eyes go liquid at her name on my lips. “Mm. Put your ankles behind the table legs, and hold on to the ones closest to your head.”
Obeying her every command is a glorious release. I twist my feet behind the metal legs, spreading my thighs, and grasp the legs of the table underneath my shoulders hard. My triceps bulge, and she strokes them approvingly. Her touch sends ripples of fire across my scales.
Her small fingers trail down my scales to my carapace. “I can see you’re having a hard time containing yourself.”
“I am,” I grunt, breath tight. With my arms raised, my chest is stretched out, almost like I’m dangling from my arms in the shed. What has she got planned for me?
As her fingers glide lower, my carapace cracks,criniswrithing free. Her breath catches in her throat as if she’s being pulled out, too.
“Fucking amazing.” She lifts a small hand, face redder than before and golden aura rising to illuminate her skin. I know all her shades now, and she’s getting very excited. “I really want to know what this feels like, how sensitive you are. I’m going to touch you here.”
My throat nearly closes completely. “Please,” I manage to grunt, and before I can even think, her soft dexterous hands cup my waving tendrils.
If her touch was fire before, now it’s a laser beam, lighting every one of my tender nerves with a single precise stroke. Mycrinissurges, white fluid leaking all over her neat fingers.
She stays absolutely still as it rubs itself against her fingers over and over, scent marking her with its sliding coils. I can't stop it, quivering all over as my muscles spasm from the pleasure.
She lifts a finger, lifting the tentacles wrapped around her digits upward. The tugging at the base of the tendrils sends beams of ecstasy all over my body.
A low moan escapes me, and she grins. “Hyper sensitive here, I see.”
Law-rah turns her hand in a slow circle, extracting herself from mycrinis’ grip. It doesn’t want to let her go, holding onto her with its tiny suckers, but she manages to get free.
She wraps her fingers, slick with my emissions, around the shaft of my cock. The plates bulge, spikes rising. “Holy fuck,” Law-rah says, breathless with what I hope is excitement and not fear. Her aura brightens, almost too bright to look at.
“I won’t hurt—” I begin.
“No, I know, this is fascinating.”
I don’t know whether we’re still in the scene, or whether this is the real Law-rah talking to me. I hope it’s the latter. She’s open to the mind-sync, her feelings whirling, turning around her golden core. She’s aroused.
But then I can’t focus on her. Her fingers squeeze my shaft, slippery withcrinisfluids, and a gasp escapes me as electricity streaks up my spine.
“Mm.” She begins moving her fist up and down. Slow at first, then faster and faster. The friction spreads from my cock to my core, each tug connecting directly to my lower spine. I’ve never felt such a building, delicious pleasure, tingling and ringing through me, intensifying into a wave. The sound of my harsh pants mingle with hers as she works to bring me to a peak.
Once the pleasure becomes unmanageable, she lets go. I slam my head into the back of the table at the loss of friction, the pending release turning to a knot of frustration in my cock.
And that just makes me more aroused. Mycrinisflails, reaching for her wrist, which she whisks out of the way.
She smirks at me. “I can tell you like it. And hear it.”
My stomach sinks. She must have ventured up the bond, because I know I’m not pushing, but I should still take the blame. “I’m sorry, I’ll try?—”
“No, it’s okay. I like these thoughts.” She strokes the tips of my quivering tentacles. “Mm. You like that.”
“I do.” Arching my hips up toward her touch, I try to remember how to breathe.
“This will be good. I can push you right to the edge…” She grasps my cock again, working it up and down, and my spikes flare out.
