But what pushes me over the edge is when she starts chanting my name and telling me she’s coming, telling me how good I’m making her feel, telling me not to stop.
Never. I never want this to end.
When she squeals out her release, I know I have no choice but to give her mine, filling her with my seed as I throw my head back and groan, my hips bucking as I empty myself into my Niska.
The room is suddenly quiet apart from our combined panting, and the soft buzzing of the bench - a buzzing that apparently is too much for my female now as she quickly turns the vibrations off.
“Oh, my God,” she huffs, hiding her face into the crook of her elbow.
Gripping her hips, I slowly slide my cock out of her. A considerable amount of my seed follows, making an obscene splattering noise on the polished hardwood floors. Niska looks up at the sound, her eyes widening in the mirror’s reflection as she sees the beautiful mess we made together.
Her mouth opens and closes as if she is about to say something, but I can’t help but interrupt. “I meant what I said about buying you anything you could wish for,” I tell her, one hand leisurely stroking my slick cock, the other busy gathering my seed dripping from her cunt to push it back inside. “The thought of showering you with gifts only makes me want to fill you again.”
29
Chapter 29 - Niska
I have been strapped to that breeding bench so many times over the past couple of weeks, that even stepping foot over the threshold into that room gets me wet. And don’t get me started on what happens to my body when I hear sounds that are faintly similar to Kiahn fastening my restraints. Just the other day, right before he was about to present me to his people as his breeding bride, Kiahn fixed the golden buckle of this beautiful cape-like coat he’d gifted me, and the noise of the clip at my throat set off some kind of Pavlovian response in my brain where all I could think about was getting railed by that huge, Adonis of an alien.
Of course, it didn’t really help that he was going to be presenting me to his people while we were standing on the very balcony where he made his guards wait while he made me come all over his fingers.
The roar of the Xavianns below had somewhat sobered me, though, and my cheeks started to burn for a different reason. I’ve never experienced stage fright per-se, but I’ve also never been in front of a crowd like this before. A sea of smiling faces in various shades of gray, topped with an array of horns all cheered for Kiahn and I. I’m not quite sure what I’d expected, but being literally applauded for agreeing to fuck their prince hadn’t really entered my mind.
As soon as we stepped away from the balcony, Kiahn had presented me with yet another gift. It was a pair of stunning golden drop earrings, their opulence matching my collar. The stones used were those pretty opals that glow when you touch them, as well as tiny little golden bells. “I want to hear them jingle when I have you on the bench next,” Kiahn had leaned down to husk into my ear before he put them on me.
And so he did - three times that day.
It seems I’m not the only one suffering from a Pavlovian response of the x-rated kind when Kiahn’s eyes flare when he sees me wearing the earrings for tonight. I smile up at him and give my head a little jiggle, causing the tiny bells to gently tinkle on my ears. Kiahn’s big chest expands and he readjusts himself in his pants with the heel of his hand.
“Perhaps we have time to-” he starts to murmur, leaning down to clearly suggest we slink off and use the bench before tonight’s party starts.
“Oh, no you don’t, mister,” I protest, pushing my pointer finger into his big, hard chest. “I’m already nervous about this party, I don’t need to show up with my face all flustered because of what you’ve just done to me.”
Kiahn places his palm over my hand, flattening it to his chest as he steps forward. “That is strange, because I am sure it would causemeto show up with the widest smile on my face because of what you allow me to do to you.” I can’t help but smirk up athim for that. But then his other hand snakes down and presses to my stomach. “I know it is early, but do you think that maybe my seed grows?”
My smile slides right off my face and I straighten. “I… I don’t think humans can tell that early.” I am suddenly so very uncomfortable. Not just because Lady Zalora assured me that it would be virtually impossible to fall pregnant while taking those contraceptives, but because it’s also a reminder that this is all I am to Kiahn in the end; an incubator for his baby.
He grunts a response, his gaze still dipped down to where he now caresses my lower belly back and forth, almost in a trance. The soft longing in his expression almost winds me. Could that longing include me also? “Is there any way to safely up the dosage of your human fertility medication?” he asks, his green gaze flicking up to meet mine. “You know, to… increase our possibility of being successful?” I can’t help but suck in a breath at that as I step away from his touch.
“Maybe we can discuss this later. Let’s get tonight over with first.”
He steps closer, seeming to sense my frayed nerves - even if he’s not aware of everything that’s causing them. Raising one of his big, strong hands Kiahn cups the side of my neck, his thumb sweeping across my jaw as his fingers curl around to my nape, sending a cascade of goosebumps down my spine. “Do not fret, my Niska,” he tells me, eyes shining with something I cannot decipher. “Everyone will love you tonight.”
He waits to see my mouth pull up into a smile before he brushes the crown on my head with his lips. “Because if they do not, I will charge them with treason, and have them thrown into a pit of hungry yizzian desert fanglets.”
I playfully slap his chest. “For not liking me? That sounds harsh… and I don’t even know what afangletis!”
Kiahn grins down at me. “Savage little fuzzy creatures that hunt in packs,” he tells me, his thumb still gently stroking my jaw. “They actuallylookpretty cute. But they could strip a Xaviann down to his bones in seconds if given the chance.”
“That doesn’t sound very cute.”
Kiahn dips his head again, resting his forehead against mine. “Well, then they had better all treat you like the little Goddess you are, hadn’t they?” We stand there together for a moment, and I can’t help feel entrapped by those beautiful bright eyes of his as we gently sway on the spot. Kiahn’s hand slips from my neck to twirl a small section of my hair with his fingers. “You will tell me if anyone makes you feel uneasy or is anything other than friendly, Niska.”
When I pull away looking at him, it’s clear by his expression that he means what he says, so I nod my head and continue to get ready for the party tonight - the one meant to welcome me as the prince’s bride.
His current one, anyway.
I shush my own internal voice as I fasten my golden bridal collar around my neck. Maybe all this with Kiahn is only temporary. But that’s his culture. It wouldn’t be fair for me to demand more, even if I thought he wanted the same.
