“Yes. The Sovereigns want to ensure you're well-rested for tomorrow's training.”
When we reach my room, the guards plant themselves outside my door like statues. I stumble in, the door sliding shut behind me, and I sag against it, wine buzzing through my veins.
As fast as I can, I yank on my strawberry-printpajamas, purchased through the equivalent of a 3D printer for staff. I revel in the cotton-like fabric as it clings to my body, and for a moment the familiar sensation against my skin feels good.
Then the console chimes. Two messages flare in the dark.
“Of course you’re watching. Fine. How about I give you something worth watching.”
I sway to the center of the room and grip the hem of my pajama top. I drag it up slowly, rolling my hips, my free hand cupping my breast, squeezing until my nipple hardens beneath my fingers. I tug at it, savoring the sting, then strip the top off and fling it toward the console like an offering.
“Like that?” I say. I have no idea where the cameras are, but I assume they are all around me.
My bottoms follow, pushed down with exaggerated wiggles of my hips until they fall to the floor. I step free and stand naked, aware of every inch of myself on display.
I trail my hand down to the Venus Lock and it answers instantly, pulsing heat through myclit so sharp I stagger.
A chime pings from the console, Imperial script flaring bright before fading. Logged. Recorded. My body betraying me in real time.
I’m so drunk. Liquid courage is fueling this entire performance. I laugh andslide my fingers along the unyielding device, rocking my hips as if I could make myself come for them, anyway. “Sweet dreams, Sovereigns,” I slur, blowing a mocking kiss. “Don’t choke on them.”
Then I collapse onto the bed, sprawled naked across the silky sheets as the Venus Lock hums mercilessly. I squeeze my thighs together, wishing I hadn’t touched it. Then I think about the Sovereigns.Are they masturbating to me right now?Will they place that goblet in front of me tomorrow morning as the entire hall watches me drink their semen again?
Sleep drags me under with that image burning behind my eyes—the crystal goblet waiting at the High Table, daring me to drink it.
RAFE
She staggers into her suite, drunk from too much wine. The doors seal, and I watch her.I’m always watching her.When she steadies herself, she pulls on those absurd human strawberry-print pajamas she spent what little credits she had to have printed for night wear. For an instant, she looks almost innocent.Almost.
I send a reminder to her that she ought to sleep in the nude because I want her rested for training. That is the excuse. The truth is simpler: I want her stripped. Naked. Sleeping under my gaze.
She reads my command and stubbornly smiles at it, but then begins to strip off her clothing obediently.
My cock hardens instantly.
She lifts her top slowly, swaying her hips like a dancer, her breasts bouncing free with the movement. They are full and heavy, capped with pink, tight nipples that pebble under the cool air.
I grip myself through my trousers, stroke once, then unfasten the fabric and take my cock in hand.
She pinches a nipple before tossing the top toward the console like she’s offering herself to me.
My fist tightens.
Her bottoms slide down her thighs with exaggerated wiggles. She bends—ass high, curves obscene in their abundance. A human’s softness. A body meant for touch and teeth.
My jaw aches with the urge to bite into her flesh, and leave marks that would brand her as mine.
Then her cunt. Dark hair crowns it like an untamed animal and it stirs something primal in me. I stroke myself harder, wishing for more of it, wishing I could bury my face there until I drown in her scent.
She presses her hand to the Venus Lock and gasps. The device answers with a pulse that makes her moan, and the readout spikes across my screen—arousal, logged.
My cock jerks in my fist.Oh, Eve. So, defiant.
She grinds against the lock on her bed, drunk and shameless, trying to touch herself through my device.
“You’re purposely baiting me,” I whisper to the feed. “Trying to use the Venus Lock against me. But it won’t work my little human.”
I stroke myself faster, matching her movements. Her breasts sway, nipples taut, her belly tightens as she rocks back and forth and I imagine her spread out on my bed, wrists bound above her head, as I fuck her mouth with my cock until she gags, then I’d flip her over and take her from behind, bury myself to the hilt into her furry folds, while her voluptuous ass quivers under my hands. And I would pound into her, making sure she knows who owns her and who controls her orgasms.
