“Look at you, you’re positively soaked,” he says, his touch getting more bold, more firm, more sure. “Is this all for me, Niska? Is this mine to play with?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, my hips undulating in a shallow shadow of a rhythm, my movements minute, but desperate - so desperate, it feels like my hairline is dotted with sweat.

Kiahn places his mouth right beside my ear and growls, “be a good girl and stay still for me, Niska.”

I whimper, but stop my movements, and I’m rewarded instantly by the intrusion of one of Kiahn’s thick fingers.

“Goddess, fuck me, you are perfect,” Kiahn groans. “Look at how needy your soft little cunt is for me,” he rasps, while adding another finger and slowly fucking me with them, the movement causing obscene slick sounds of my arousal to meet my ears.

“Kiahn,” I moan.

I feel him jerk his head beside mine. “Use my permission’s mouth, little bride.”

I’d practically forgotten about his hologram. He’d been standing, watching us, but as soon as I think it, he kneels again, this time at my hip, approaching the action from the side so that the real Kiahn can position his hand so that his thumb rests above my clit, framing it for his clone to get to work while his other fingers are lower, curling inside me in a maddening rhythm.

As soon as I feel the sensation of a hot, wet - albeit holographic - mouth on my clit, I let out a long, luxurious moan, my arm reaching back to hold on tight to the base of the real Kiahn’s right horn.

“Oh, fuck,” Kiahn groans, seeming to enjoy the contact. His fingers had paused momentarily, but they resumed quickly with a growl. “That’s it, hold onto me, little bride. You’re going to let me pamper this perfect cunt aren’t you?” I try to keep the rest of my body still, but nod my head a little, feeling his hand flex around my throat like a warning. “You get so nice and wet for me, don’t you, Niska?” He turns his head into mine, nuzzling behind my ear, making me want to shudder in pleasure for so many reasons. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you anything you want, and you’re going to take me in this little cunt, aren’t you?” I nod again, my breathing a little shaky. “That’s my good little bride. Look at you staying so still for me. Do you think we can fit all of me in? You feel so tight.”

“Yes.”

God, yes. I want him now.

Although I’m not even sure the sensations I’m feeling in this moment could ever be topped. Kiahn continues to fuck me with his thick fingers, while his permission licks and sucks on my clit.

My thighs begin to shake as I feel the build up of an orgasm rushing toward me like a flood of tingly pleasure.

“Kiahn!”

“That’s it, beautiful. Just let it happen. Let me take care of you. Gonna make you come, aren’t we?…. That’s it… good girl… let it happen.”

His fingers move faster, curling and rhythmically stroking over a spot inside me that is driving me crazy in the best way possible. No man has ever touched me like this before. They always go too fast and aggressive, their digits straight and rigid. I don’t know if it’s the angle, or what, but Kiahn’s fingers are practically magic in comparison.

“Ohh,” I moan, my grip on his horn tightening.

“Fu-Uuck.”

Kiahn’s big body jerks beneath me, and he puts more pressure on that special spot, rubbing and rubbing as his permission clamps his hot mouth over my clit and sucks.

And when I come, it’s not like falling - it’s like being catapulted. Like being flung into the stars and every bit of air that whooshes past my skin leaves tingles of pleasure in my wake. I’m sure I cry something out, but I don’t know what. My vision is patchy and my limbs feel locked up. I must have jerked as I rode that high, but I don’t realize that maybe the movement had pushed him over the edge until I come back down again to realize that Kiahn is licking, kissing and murmuring feverishly into the side of my neck.

“Fuck, I wanna bite you so bad,” he whispers into my skin before his tongue swipes over the spot again. “You’re such a beautiful little creature. Please. Please let me make you mine.”

His permission has disappeared again. Presumably because my mind realized my clit is too sensitive for his attention now, and I no longer have any use for him. I almost start to feel sorry for the guy before I remind myself - he’s not real. But the big guy I’m still sprawled on top of is. And now it’s just me and him left in this stark, white room. His thick fingers are still playing with my entrance, though the movements are now slow and languid as he gently pushes in and then drags back out again almost as if he’s doing it subconsciously.

“It’s just a little bite,” he whispers deliriously, lightly scraping a fang up the arch of my neck. “Please, Niska. I will give you everything. You will be my queen… just a little bite… it won’t hurt… never hurt you… just let me have you… please.”

He sounds desperate and totally lost in the sauce.

And maybe a little crazy.

I clear my throat and give his horn a little shake. “Kiahn?”

It takes a second or two, but I can pinpoint the exact moment he seems to come to his senses by the way he stiffens at my back.

“Shit,” he curses, swiftly removing his fingers from my pussy before he just as swiftly stands up, unceremoniously dumping me on the ground at his feet in the process.

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Chapter 23 - Kiahn

“Shit!” I repeat, like a fucking geliklik. Not only had my little stunt put her in danger, but she’s now on the floor after I’d dropped her. “Niska, I’m so sorry, I-” I don’t know how to finish that sentence as I reach to help her up. I lost control of myself? You letting me touch you like that drove me insane? I got wound up to the point that I was begging - begging - to bite you?

I suddenly fight the urge to cover my mouth. It would be no use of course, Niska already knows my fangs are out. This isn’t like when I went through the awkward stage of maturing into adulthood and my fangs would protrude at the first hint of a female being in the vicinity.

I’m a fucking prince.

I’m a responsible grown male.

I should have known better.

“I-”

“It’s ok,” Niska says before I get a chance to apologize again. “We both got a little carried away there.”

I wince at that as I watch her straighten my shirt she’s wearing. Her pretty, golden brown skin is flushed and I try to convince myself that I only like the sight so much because it’s so different from the gray of Xaviann skin. It makes no difference, though. I can’t take my eyes off of her. “Yes, but as my breeding bride, I’m responsible for your safety.” I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have just shown her the basics of using a permission and left her to figure the rest out. I was so fucking close to bonding this gorgeous little creature to me, and we don’t even know what that would have done to her.

Niska finally looks up at me, her gaze raking over my form before she seems to pause and linger on my crotch. Her brows furrow. “Did you-”

I glance down at myself and then back up to her. Did I come all over myself? Is that what she’s asking? “Yes.”

“But…” she loosely gestures toward me with a pointed finger. “But I didn’t even touch you.”

“Yes,” I say slowly, not quite sure where the confusion is coming from as I distinctly recall her gripping my horn while she allowed me the honor of playing with her cunt. “But you let me touch you.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just-” she babbles, her head shaking and her hands making strange, back and forth gestures between the two of us. “No-one’s ever-”