“You want him to explore you, my Niska?” Kiahn husks at my back. “We can allow that, don’t you think?” His huge, warmhands skim down my thighs before they hook beneath them. Never have my legs felt slim, but held in his large mitts? I feel almost dainty. “You can tell me no, you can just think stop, and he will stop, you understand this?”
I try to say yes, but my voice doesn’t come. Instead, I find myself wetting my lips and nodding as the real Kiahn lifts my legs, parting them obscenely like he were opening me up and offering me to his double like a gift. My breaths start to become ragged as I stare up at the way the hologram fixes his heated gaze between my legs. I seem to be as frozen as he is.
“If you want to see me lick your cunt, you have to will it in your mind, little bride.”
I let out a weak laugh on a breath, and then jolt in Kiahn’s hold at the suddenness in which the hologram glitches out of existence, only to reappear, kneeling before me, his face mere inches from my pussy. “Oh, God,” I squeak, my voice caught in my throat before I manage to whisper, “I can feel his breath on me there.”
“Do you like that?” Kiahn asks, his big hands flexing where they’re hooked around the backs of my knees, holding me open.
The hologram looks up at us from his place, hovering over me, and, maintaining a very intense form of eye-contact. Then, he parts his lips and slowly exhales a hot breath that fans all over my most intimate areas, rousing tingles wherever it touches.
I squirm. “It-it feels so real.”
Kiahn grunts beneath me, shifting his hips, making his sizable bulge more known. His voice is low and hoarse as he almost begs, “use him to show me what you like, Niska…Please.”
And it doesn’t take my mind half a second to command his clone to cover me with his mouth, the heat and sensation so damn real that my toes curl and a groan echos around me. It takes my mind a couple of seconds to realize thatI’dmade that noise. Shit, it’s been so long since someone else made me feelanywhere near this good. And none of this is even real - well, except for the huge man holding my legs open.
Kiahn’s permission licks at me, letting out an appreciative groan of his own - a noise that I feel vibrate into my core. Glancing down, I see he’s watching me, too, as his focus shifts from licking up the length of me with long, appreciative swipes with the flat of his large tongue, to concentrating all his efforts on my clit. And just as I’m thinking about how hot it is that Kiahn wants to learn how best to please me, his holographic self speaks, his words murmured into my pussy, and punctuated by the obscene, sloppy noises of someone enthusiastically going to town on his meal. “She likes her clit to be licked, kissed, and gently sucked on,” the hologram says so nonchalantly, it’s like he’s reeling off a shopping list as I squirm beneath his mouth.
I can feel the real Kiahn nod jerkily, his head resting on top of mine. “Noted,” he grunts, pulling my thighs even wider apart, opening me up like it were nothing at all. “I will-” he pauses to shift his hips beneath me, “-if you permit me to ready you for breeding this way, I will gladly use my mouth, my hands, my… whatever you need.”
“Fingers,” the permission lifts his head to say. “She wants your fingers inside her. And she wants them now. She feels empty.”
I whimper and turn my head as his mouth goes back to work, covering my clit with a delicious-sounding groan. Had I wanted him to say that? I don’t know. Is it true, though? Do I want the real Kiahn to start touching me that way? Absolutely. But, it’s all too much happening all at once. I can’t seem to keep control of the hologram’s big mouth, but Oh, God, is that really a problem right now since it all feels so damn good? My head is swimming in confusion and pleasure at the same time. I feel kind of dizzy as I start panting, letting the hologram’s tongue wind me up, up, up.
“Is this true, little bride?” Kiahn asks above me. “You trust me to do this and not claim you?”
At this point in time, with the way my body is lit up with tingles of pleasure shooting up my spine and radiating out from where theotherKiahn is so expertly devouring me, all I can do is whine and nod. In fact, my brain can’t even decipher whether he means claim me with his bite, or his cock, and quite frankly, I don’t really care. I just want to come. I wanthimtomake mecome. The real Kiahn. “Please,” is all I manage to whimper out. “Please, please, please.”
With a growl, Kiahn shifts me up his big body, maneuvering me so that my head is now next to his instead of under it. I let it fall back on his shoulder before I turn into him, feeling his jaw tense against my forehead. Kiahn continues to reposition me like I was nothing but a ragdoll on his lap. He shifts me so that my body is laid slightly more diagonally than it had been before, the movement making the clone Kiahn lose contact with that sweet spot. And just as my mind protests the loss of his mouth, the hologram growls up at his real counterpart before seeking out my clit again. A low chuckle rumbles at my back. “He can stay where you want him, little bride, don’t worry,” Kiahn tells me, “but keep as still as you can with your legs spread wide open for me while I play with you. Can you do that, Niska?” One of his hands lets go of my leg, only to trail feather-light, and tortuously slow fingertips down the inside of my thigh while his double continues to make gentle pulse-like sucking motions directly over my clit.
“Mm-hm,” I respond, nodding my head, agreeing to everything -anything, just so long as he touches me. Just so long as that aching emptiness gets filled.
His soft touch almost makes it to the seam of my thigh before I can’t help it, the desperation and anticipation - the feeling of a warm mouth on me. The delicious build of an oncoming orgasmbrought on by two huge men - two Kiahns. It all has me rolling my hips, practically begging for more.
Suddenly, his other hand clamps on my throat, pinning me in place making me freeze in his hold. And, all at once, I’m very aware how I can feel Kiahn’s heartbeat thudding at my back. Even his permission stops his licking and raises his head to watch us both, like the hologram is waiting for my mental command to continue. “You must remain still for me, Niska,” Kiahn reminds me sharply. “You do not know what a temptation you are when you allow me to touch you.” He nuzzles into the side of my head, taking some of the sting from his reprimand away. I swallow beneath his grip and feel his hand flex around my neck. “You have to understand, Xaviann females do not offer themselves up like this. And you moving like that? Like you’re ready, and begging to be bred?” Kiahn chuckles darkly, one of his protruding fangs lightly brushing the curve of my ear. “Have mercy on me, little human. Can you do that? I may be a prince, but I am only a male. I can withstand only so much torture before Iwillclaim you.”
I nod my head a little, the sturdy yet gentle grip he has on my throat restricting my movement.
“Good girl.”
Oh, God, I’m going to be a melted puddle of a woman.
“She likes that,” Kiahn’s permission informs him. “She likes when you talk to her, and praise her.” I hadn’t meant for him to say it out loud, but my mind obviously doesn’t have a firm grip on the hologram Kiahn at the moment - or on anything else for that matter. Not with the way he’s talking to me right now, or how his fingertips are so gently brushing up and down the inside of my thigh, sending promises along with his touch.
Kiahn lets out a pleased-sounding rumble. “Is that so?” He then proceeds to bury his face into my hair and take in a large drag of air, somehow sending a cascade of tingles down my bodyfrom the small gesture. “Fuck, you smell good,” he says, his hand not missing a beat as it continues to glide, feather-like up and down the inside of my thigh, not quite reaching the desired destination between my legs.
“Kiahn,” I whine. “Please.”
“Can you be still for me?”
I nod, desperate.
Achingly slowly, Kiahn’s thick fingers brush down my leg, cross the border of the crease of my thigh into what seems to be ‘forbidden territory’ for the huge guy at my back. We both shudder a little as he carefully, gently explores my pussy, tracing the shape of me and making me want to writhe with madness.
But I won’t.
He wants me still. I can be still.
