Opal’s body is taut like a bow, and she keeps her dilated eyes on me the entire time. Her lips are swollen and her face is flushed that same strange red color as the skin over her nipples is. I would kill to suck one of those hardened tips into my mouth.
My own hand works the head of my cock quickly as I tell the beauty before me, “Come for me, Opal”.
As she does, she finally closes her eyes and rides out the wave of her pleasure. She is a goddess and I’m just her supplicant. I give my cock two more rough tugs before finding my own release. I don’t close my eyes though, my pleasure is coming from the vision in front of me—she is carnal perfection.
Opal pushes the mass of blonde curls back from her face, sticky with sweat, and turns her face to mine just as traffic begins to move again. She puts a palm up to the window as she realizes her transport unit is pulling away from my cruiser.
“What's your name?” she asks, her breath fogging up the glass of her window.
I don’t have time to respond before her lane of traffic moves ahead of mine. I want nothing more than to hear my name on her lips. I can’t help but feel a pang in my heart at the loss of such beauty as she pulls away. I wipe my hand on a cloth from the bar next to me and grab my data pad to write down the name plastered on the side of Opal’s transport unit. I buzz the communication button, and the gruff voice of my driver acknowledges me.
“Follow the human transport unit, send the royal attorney our coordinates, and have him meet us wherever they stop.”
Next time I’m going to taste Opal's release for myself.
CHAPTER2
?SPACE LEGALITIES?
?KE’AIN
My communicator buzzesfor the tenth time this past hour as I click a button to ignore the call once more. The royal attaché, and my personal butler, is an incessant man, but I really don’t want to have to come up with a pleasant lie to tell him.
Why aren’t you at the ribbon cutting for the new magtrain?he would ask.
Well, sorry Al’frind, my hand found its way to my cock after seeing an off-world beauty in a traffic jam.Yeah, probably best to keep this bit to myself for at least the foreseeable future.
Was it absurd that I made my driver follow the human entertainer bus? In retrospect probably. Was I a man possessed with nothing but thoughts of Opal’s soft human body still? Entirely.
I watched out the window as the high-rises of downtown give way to the beaches my planet is famous for. The universe’s tourists have driven our GDP up to the point where my family, the rulers of Sontafrul 6, are some of the richest beings in the galaxy. There are times the money is nice, like now as I wait impatiently to get to our destination. Where I would have the royal attorney pay any cost needed to acquire Opal.
But the rest of the time, the money and the title I bore suffocate me. The endless parade of eligible women my parents place in front of me make me want nothing more than to renounce myself as heir. The princesses and diplomats from off world are chosen specifically for what alliances or capital they might bring to our dynasty.
They are insufferable, haughty and stuck up from a lifetime of grooming. I am the end goal for years of etiquette classes: a handsome and wealthy prince who could bring more prestige to their own families. I am a trophy.
If they only knew that I would give everything to have them all go away, to leave the Fi’len people alone. To be able to tear down the high-rises, the casinos, the hotels. To ban the cruise ships from our oceans. To have my planet back, to live simply like when I was a boy. I’d give it all up.
The outlanders take my planet's natural splendor, use it for their vacations, polluting our air and water in the process, and go home without giving it a second thought. They take and take and take. And for what? Credits? I’d give it all up.
I laugh to myself, realizing that I’d give it all up after I obtain Opal.
Obtain.
I’m as bad as the outlanders. She’s a person, not an object. I’ll do my best to convince her to come with me. I will make Opalmine. But remembering her once more, could I blame myself for thinking with my cock? She’ll want to come with me, won’t she? After the display in the traffic jam, I should have no doubts.
My cruiser slows outside of The Gem, the most popular club for outlander tourists in all of Sontafrul 6. It does look like a jewel, the pink glass building nestled on a black sand beach and our ocean’s teal waters lapping softly at the shore. Rows and rows of tourists line the veranda overlooking the ocean. Cocktails grace the “hands'' of every conceivable shape. The faces of the guests flash with excitement as Opal’s transport unit pulls up. I wonder how many people have come to see the human women tonight?
Humans are rare outside of their home planet. The UGS, the Universal Governing Senate, decreed Earth a hazardous nature preserve. Very few beings are allowed to enter Earth’s airspace, and even fewer are allowed to take humans off world. This solves two issues. One, because of their sexually compatible bodies, humans were often trafficked throughout the universe against their will. Two, they carry viruses only seen on Earth, and without proper decontamination practices they’d end up wiping out entire species.
I think of Opal.She doesn’t seem like a world killer.
Since the ruling, all humans brought off world do so through a strict application process. I’ve heard that there’s waiting lists over a decade long to join the entertainment companies. They’re one of the few organizations with enough money to foot the permit bills. Opal must have shone brightly above all the other applicants. How could she not? The image of her body is burned into my psyche. Without her in my field of vision, I feel empty.
It takes every ounce of willpower in me to not dash from the car as my driver pulls up to the front of The Gem. To run and scoop up Opal's soft pink body as she exits the bus. Seeing Gra’eth’s dour face as he stands on the steps of The Gem’s entrance helps me contain my excitement. The royal attorney looks positively pissed.
As my driver opens the door, I hear the click of the tourists’ data pads.Great, photos.I’m sure by early morning the tabloids would have articles up on the network that I would have to explain somehow to my parents. All the more reason to get this done quickly.
“What in f’tee am I doing at a club this late, Ke’ain?” His arms are crossed against his broad chest as he complains.
