My hand tightens around my cock under the desk. Those nipples, goddesses, they’re made for a man’s mouth, for long sucks until she squirms and begs for more.
Her sleepwear trousers drop next. Then, the human underwear, sliding down her thighs. She steps out of them and folds them neatly on the chair. That small gesture makes me ache—the mix of innocence and orderliness. She is trying to be good, even as she unknowingly bares herself to me.
The Venus Lock glows faintly against the dark brown hair around her sex. It’s obscene and perfect at the same time—human softness restrained by hard technology that I control.
And then I see the glyph flicker in the corner of my feed. Lorian has logged on.
Of course.
He’s watching this too. Watching her slide into bed naked as I commanded, breasts pressed against the sheets, brown hair tumbling over her shoulder. I imagine him smirking, stroking himself in his own chambers.
Then, after a moment's hesitation, she places the neural inducer on her nightstand. The crystal's soft glow immediately intensifies, scanning her brainwave patterns and beginning the synchronization process. Within minutes, the crystal's field creates a bubble of calm around her sleeping area, blocking external neural interference.
I activate the Venus Lock interface. I send the request across the encrypted channel to my brother.
Authorization required. Remote stimulation sequence. Level One. Timed pulses during sleep cycle.
His reply comes almost immediately.
You mean to force her to orgasm while she dreams of nothing?
Not nothing. Conditioning. I gave her a neural crystal device. She needs to be able to sleep and not fear her dreams.
Just when I think he’s not going to agree, his authorization glyph flashes across my display.
I input the sequence.
I access the controls on her bed and change her blankets to become fully transparent. I want to watch her whole body as I do this. I position my fingers over the Venus Lock interface. I imagine the device’s glow under my hand, between her thighs. I don’t press “automatic.” No, I take control manually, my finger poised over the command, savoring the moment.
I send the first pulse. “You’re mine.”
Her hips jolt. Her pink nipples tighten into hard peaks. She moans softly, still asleep, but her body responds exactly as I command. Perfect. I drag the intensity higher and tap steady rhythmic pulses through the device, watching her body react through the screen. Each pulsedraws her legs further apart. Her cunt is clenching on empty air, begging to be filled, and it’s my doing.
I lean forward, one hand around my cock as I watch her writhe in sleep. I picture myself there, parting her thighs, pushing inside her tight, untouched heat. Every time she gasps under the stimulation, I imagine it’s my thrust driving it.
I don’t need to check her vitals to know she’s right on the edge. Her body is begging me for permission to orgasm, but I won’t let it happen, not yet. “Stay right there,” I say, holding her on the cusp a moment longer, savoring the exquisite cruelty as I watch her struggle for release even in sleep. Then I slam the lock to full release. “Come for me.”
The orgasm rips through her body, arching her back off the sheets, mouth opening in a silent cry. She’s drenched. Shaking. My cock throbs painfully as I watch her collapse back into the bed, sweat slicking her skin, her breasts rising and falling with quick breaths.
“Good, Eve.”
After it’s over, I get a message from Lorian.
Manually?
I wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t invaded her dreams.
Cold and clinical. Goddesses, Brother… watching her body like that…
On my feed, she curls into the sheets, thighs pressed together in the telltale glow of the Venus Lock. She’ll never know the truth of what happenedtonight. But her body will. Her body will remember whomade her come first, and it wasn’t Lorian. I switch her sheets back to normal as if I’m tucking her into bed. “Sleep well, my sweet human.”
But now my cock aches with everything unspent. In Imperial tradition, when a man masturbates for a woman, he does not waste his semen in the shadows. He offers it as proof that she moved him.
I summon the attendant on duty. “Prepare a morning Devotional Drink with my and Lorian’s seed,” I order. He collects my ejaculation in a sealed crystal gobletthat will be placed in front of Eve during the first meal.
Everyone in the hall will recognize it by the cup it will be presented in. To refuse it would be to shame us. To drink it, whether she knows or not, marks her as ours. Not just our employee, but our special interest.
I send Lorian a message:
