“You will be presented to them here, too,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling the skin behind my ear.
“I will?”
“Mm-hm,” he affirms. “As my breeding bride. The people will want to see who finally got me to sign my first contract.”
I… the way he phrased that; ‘my first contract’, I don’t know why it causes my spine to lock up and a knot to form in my belly. I knew I’d only be the first - the first of many, probably.
I knew this.
“What is it?” Kiahn asks, leaning away from me a little since he’d obviously sensed my stupid reaction to his words.
I shake my head. “I…” My mind whirs for an excuse and of all the ones I could have chosen; being nervous about his people accepting me, getting used to a whole new planet, being strapped down and ‘bred’ by Kiahn for the first time, my head chooses to say, “you seemed very stressed to be landing back here.”
It was true. He had been pacing, and was quiet back there as we docked. But I didn’t want to seem like I was prying.
I hear Kiahn sigh above me. “I am worried you will not like it here. I am worried that I’m under-prepared for caring for youas my bride. I am worried someone will treat you differently because you are human and make you uncomfortable here.”
That’s a lot of worries.
I pat one of his big, gray hands as it grips the edge of the balcony. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I’m worried that I want to touch you again like I did back in my simulator.”
My breath hitches.
I can feel Kiahn shift closer at my back, his big arms bracketing me in as I face the open air in front of us.
“Why does that worry you?” I ask, my voice a little cracked as it gets carried away with the wind.
Kiahn leans down again, and murmurs, “because I want to do itnow, Niska.” His thick thumb comes up to stroke the back of my hand, back and forth, back and forth. “Will you let me play with your pretty little cunt again?”
“Here?” My pulse kicks up a notch at the mere thought of Kiahn touching me out here.
“Yes,” he murmurs, his hand slipping down around my front to slowly gather the fabric of my dress. “Here.”
I work on trying to keep my breathing regular as I continue to stare out at the public square. All the while, I’m far too aware of how I can feel the slow drag of the hem of my skirt inching up my legs, until I feel the brush of Kiahn’s fingertips on my thigh.
“Is that alright?” he asks, his voice a warmth against the shell of my ear.
I don’t say anything, I just nod, because God, damn it, I don’t think anyone has ever wanted to touch me so badly like this. Like he can barely stand to wait. Like it doesn’t even matter that there are people going about their days down there, and they could look up and see how close we are, how his arm bands across my front and his hand disappears into the bunched up skirts of my dress.
Kiahn’s hand skims over the front of my silky Xaviann underwear-shorts, and then dips into the waistband. He gently cups my belly and growls softly into my hair before his touch travels lower - a move that makes me feel strange, but in a good way. I’ve never particularly liked my stomach being touched, but the gesture had felt like it was filled with affection and wanting. So much so, that I almost wanted him to do it again. A puff of breath escapes him when his warm fingers carefully trace my pussy, and I suddenly forget about any other kind of touch altogether.
Arching my back only seems to encourage Kiahn to push his hips into me, and there’s no mistaking how much letting him touch me is affecting him.
“So wet,” he mutters, almost to himself, before he adds, “after that first night meeting you at the pleasure club, I’d been curious to research if a human female could take a Xaviann cock, but now I know how your little cunt weeps with excitement, I’m sure you could take me, couldn’t you, little female?”
My head tips back with a moan as he finds my entrance and starts pushing two fingers inside me, his palm pressed firmly to my clit. “Yes.”
“Are you looking forward to it, my Niska?”
“Yes,” I breathe out again, reaching back to grip onto his horn, just like last night.
Kiahn groans, but this time, he reaches up to pry my hand away, placing it back on the lip of the balcony and covering it with his own. “Good girl,” he coos. “As much as I love that, my fangs are already out, and I need your obedience, Niska. What you’re going to do for me is, you’re going to be very still while I play with you until you come on my fingers. Can you do that?”
I nod my head once, and then more when Kiahn grunts and starts curling his fingers inside me, rhythmically rubbing at that special sensitive spot as his palm keeps that deliciouspressure on my clit.Good, God!Kiahn is so skilled with his hands. Whatever ‘research’ he’s done must have been thorough, because he is hitting all the right spots, keeping the right kind of pace, applying the right touch, and whispering the right kind of filthy words into my ear. My body feels tense and coiled as I try to keep stock-still while he pleasures my pussy. The urge to grind on him, to writhe, to turn around and kiss the hell out of him is so strong, I feel dizzy. “Thaaat’s it, little female,” he croons, his voice low and husky. “Stay nice and still for me. Nice and still while I play.”
I open my eyes. My vision is a little hazy, but I try to focus on the few people all the way down there in the square. There’s two Xavian women walking with purpose as they talk, gesturing with their hands as they go. There’s a group of three males, standing together, their horned heads moving as they speak to one another. If they glanced up here at the royal balcony, would they know that their prince is knuckle-deep in my pussy right now? The thought sends an odd thrill through me.
