“No!” I almost shout, stepping closer, even though I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to be crowded by me right now. “This is a simulator! We use holographic clones for our pleasure.”
Peeling off one of the neuro-patches from my temple I hand it to her - willing her to understand. “These make it feel real. They send signals to our somatosensory cortex and parietal lobe, making the hologram version of the other participant feel like they’re really there. This room is also programmed with responsive atoms that are manipulated by what our minds want to feel. It’s… it’s so we can feel the sensations of mating without the risk.”
Niska stares at the used neuro-patch, and I will her to say something - anything - before I start begging the Goddesses to open up a hole in the floor and drag me under.
“You were… fucking a holographic human?”
This woman.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You. I was…” my words get lodged in my throat but I force myself to look at her when I say, “I was feasting on the cunt of a holographic version ofyou, Niska. Because you gave me your permission to do so in our contract.” Her pretty little mouth hangs open as she stares up at me, letting my words sink in. Goddess, but she is so beautiful. I thought the hologram was pretty good, and had spent a great deal of time justlookingat her. But nothing compares to this -to her. I reach forward and close her mouth with a finger under her chin, snorting lightly at the whole situation as I say, “and I was really fucking enjoying myself, too, until I got interrupted.”
“Did you fuck her-…It?… Um…me?”
She blinks up at me like she hadn’t really meant to ask that question.
“Sorry. Never mind, that’s-”
“No, it’s alright.” She’d nearly turned away from me to leave, but I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. “I… did not get to… uh… full mating.”
Niska says nothing, so like an idiot, my mouth decides to run away with itself.
“I licked your cunt while stroking myself to completion.”
Fuck, Kiahn,shut up.
“Three times.”
Niska’s eyes go wide.
“You interrupted the fourth.”
“Jesus,” she breathes, her eyes darting around while she digests all that unnecessary information I just forced upon her. I do not understand the word, but the sentiment is clear - I shouldhave kept my stupid mouth shut - and off of her permission’s juicy cunt.
She doesn’t say anything else, and I am suddenly desperate to know what’s going on in that head of hers. “It’s for safety reasons,” I reinstate, swallowing thickly. “Especially with a breeding contract. It’s best if we use the permissions beforehand so that we’re somewhat desensitized to the act before we approach actual mating.” Niska still won’t look at me, and she still isn’t talking. “You know… to reduce the risk of biting,” I add unnecessarily.
Goddesses!Why does this little female make me so nervous?
I bite my lip to try and keep any further babbling from leaving my stupid mouth. Thankfully, Niska looks up at me and decides to talk. My first thought is that she is going to revoke her permission, which she has every right to do, but she surprises me when she says, “did you give meyourpermission to see a hologram of you?”
“I-”
I did.
And it’s the first time I’ve ever given out my permission to any woman.
Princes are often discreetly given permissions by various females, it comes with the status, and, even though I do not let it go to my head, I know I’ve inherited decent-enough looks from my mother’s side, so I am never without freely-given ‘options’. But it’s never been expected of a prince to reciprocate in the exchange of permissions. It’s somewhat of a security risk, and a privacy thing, too. It’s a kind of unspoken rule that higher ranking males in our society receive permissions, but do not dole them out.
Things differ a little when a breeding contract is involved however. Just like the male can make use of his bride’s permission to desensitize himself before the act, the woman mayalso request his permission so that she might get used to being touched and mounted.
“Yes,” I answer her, wetting my lips as I eye her. “I granted you my full permission in our contract.” The thought of her actually using it, though? I use the heel of my hand to readjust myself in my pants.
“Show me.”
I… do not know how to react to this.
My cock seems to have an idea, though.
I must take too long to answer her, because she’s back to crossing her arms over her chest as she stares at me, a challenge twinkling in her pretty eyes. “Show me how to use this thing. I want to know.”
