He was not sure that he could control himself as Mozok did. He placed a hand on the back of her head and seized her hair, as a precaution more than anything. Mina grinned at him and ran her tongue along her upper lip. Though he resisted the urge as much as he could, the gesture drove him wild, and his cock pulsed so hard that it grazed Mina’s chin, which made her smile deviously, open her mouth, and take him inside of its hot wetness.
He enjoyed her attentions as long as he could before pulling her head away from him and bringing a piece of chicken to her mouth. As he fed it to her, she sucked on the tips of his fingers, driving him mad.
Mina crawled between the two of them, pleasuring them with her sweet mouth for as long as either one of them could stand it. They fed her, and Voso did not know about Mozok, but he was doing it mostly to keep Mina from devouring him whole, triggering a cascade of events in which he would have very little control over himself.
Mozok seemed impressed with how the little Human had seemingly brought her own spirited game to the table; any other Human would have surely been expected to fold long before this point. But not only did Mina endure Mozok’s humiliating game, she seemed to enjoy it, throwing herself into the role in what seemed like true willingness.
When Mozok’s cock began to swell to its pre-knot size, he ordered her to lick it the length of it and then suck the cum from his bulb, which Mina did with enthusiasm, not spilling a drop. She then crawled to Voso and did the same for him, drawing his seed with the suction of her small mouth. They fed her tiny bites of the delicious meat, Mozok teasing her by rubbing the salty fat over her lips first.
If any of this fazed the Human, she did not show it. It only seemed to make her hungrier for more—and not necessarily the food.
Mozok seemed content after Mina serviced him several times, earning herself a full plate of chicken, delivered in small bites as her reward for pleasuring them both. He watched Mina as she pleasured Voso again, and when she was done, he ordered her to return to her seat and drink from the chalice of hakrakh. He dipped his fingers in it and rubbed it on Mina’s lips, watching her reaction as the liquid made its way—very quickly, as it permeated any membrane—into her body and made her pupils snap to a black, dilated state.
“What… What is that…?” Mina murmured, squirming in her chair.
Mozok smiled and rose from his chair. “It is a form of… I believe you Humans call it wine,” he said, opening a hidden door built into the wall behind Mina and selecting a small—but not the smallest, by far—analptrat, or pleasure bullet, from the collection he had ordered for Mina’s arrival. He twisted it in his hands as he returned to his seat, delighting in the fact that Mina’s eyes followed the bullet. She was breathing unevenly now, clearly aroused.
Voso saw Mozok’s plan before he told Mina what he would be doing to her. Voso watched as the Human’s eyes grew wide, and she smiled, but he knew by the way that she squirmed that her fascination with Mozok’s plan was more than mere bravado.
Mozok ordered her to bend over the table. He lifted the robes she was wearing and drew the implement through the moisture that had overflowed from her engorged pussy lips. Voso stared at the wetness that had spilled onto the insides of her thighs: the Human was unusually aroused by the acts she had just performed, and he could not help the flare of attraction within him.
Mozok dipped the bullet into her pussy, and then pushed it gently into her anus. She gasped as it stretched her open and then was swallowed inside of her. She looked over at Voso and grinned. “Is that all?” she asked him flippantly.
Mozok smiled and ordered her to sit in her chair. Voso restrained her arms again, and her feet were attached to the floor.
Mozok brought the chalice to her lips. “Drink for me, trothka,” he said.
Mina glanced at Voso, sensing that something was up with Mozok’s lightly triumphant, slightly sinister voice.
“Drink and then we shall enjoy our meal together. You may have anything you wish, you but only have to ask for it.”
Mina looked at each of them mistrustfully before drinking the wine. Mozok sat back in his chair to watch the effect take place. But he had one more trick up his sleeve, which he pulled from a pocket and set on the table without explanation. Mina’s eyes dropped to look at it, but she didn’t ask a question. Instead, seemingly sensing that Mozok had something in store for her, she gave a diffident snort and turned to face Voso. She smiled. “You’re awfully quiet today, Voso,” she said. “What’s—”
Her conversation was cut short by a gasp that fell away into a mewl. Her body went rigid for a moment, and then she shot a look at Mozok.
“This is a training implement,” Mozok said, smiling, before using a tool to stab at his own food. “It is called a bullet of pleasure.” He smiled at Mina. “Of course, you are Human, so it may never really stimulate you to the ultimate pleasure. But I imagine it will keep you very, very close. In combination with the wine you are drinking, I imagine that you will be always very, very… hungry… for something that I’m afraid, I have no plans of allowing you to have. Just yet. But you may eat anything that you like.”
He smiled, and Mina glared at him before returning her own fake smile.
Inside of her, the pleasure bullet was vibrating, growing, rolling against the insides of her bottom, pressing up against her pussy, and making her squirm. With the effects of the wine, it was likely pure torture—an ever-escalating desire that the sensitive technology of the bullet would never quite satisfy.
“In our species,” Mozok said, calmly cutting his food, “the male appendages will swell and the females and male will be locked together. If they truly mate, of course—so this will never happen between us. This is a business negotiation, after all. But this device is for allowing the female to become accustomed to the size, the shape, and the very lengthy stimulation that the males will give to her.”
“Peachy,” Mina said nonsensically. A faint sheen of sweat had developed on her forehead, and she was trying to hide the movements of her hips. Her lips parted and she seemed distracted, to say the least.
“Peachy,” Mozok repeated, smiling. “I do not know this word.”
Mina seemed momentarily unable to answer. Voso saw that Mozok was slowly increasing the size and vibrations of her bullet. “It’s… an expression,” she said, trying to maintain her calm. “I… oh… it… isn’t…” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes closed. She scrunched up her forehead and tipped her head forward. “It just means, great,” she said, panting, bringing her head up and opening her eyes. “It means…” she murmured, seemingly unable to finish the sentence. Voso knew that she would end up moaning in pleasure, and while she might have been distracted, it was not enough to forget entirely that she was in a contest of wills with Mozok.
Mozok turned up the power of the bullet. Inside of her, it would be expanding, rolling, stimulating her… all while the wine turned her arousal up to a screeching level. Mina’s hips shifted in her seat.
“Tell me,” Mozok said, as he watched Mina squirm. “How are you feeling?”
Mina tilted her chin. Then she smiled. Both of these efforts were costly, in an attempt to appear less strained than she felt. “Again, peachy. I’d like some more wine, please,” she told him.
Mozok returned an expression that was at once impressed and triumphant, which unnerved Mina. But she could not back down, and she wasn’t going to let this Draquun get the better of her. He might think he knew Humans, and he might be accustomed to getting his way, but he hadn’t met her yet.
Mozok poured her some more wine, which Mina lifted carefully and brought to her lips. Since she was not a person to do things by half-measures, especially not making a point, she swallowed the entire glass in three gulps—noting that Mozok had only filled it halfway.
