Текст книги "The bride contract"

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I see him staring at my now bared chest, his mouth softly agape. I was completely naked with him in the lagoon last night, but I guess he didn’t really get a good look. There’s a certain power in rendering this huge, formidable prince speechless, but I’m still mad at him. So, I throw Az’s shirt at his stupid, handsome face.

Kiahn grunts disapprovingly. And his frustration only grows when he realizes he can’t quickly swipe the offending shirt off his head because the thing got all caught up in his horns. By the time he breaks free of it, I’m already tightening the ties on his own shirt on me. We stare at one another until the eye contact itself feels like a challenge.

“Where is the girl?” I ask, crossing my arms.

Kiahn blinks, and seems to finally realize that I’m annoyed at him right now. He blows out a long breath, his antagonistic stance over his brother’s shirt seeming to deflate. “Vel didn’t explain ‘permissions’ to you, did she?” he asks, reaching up to rub his horn.

I debate on my answer. She might have. But was I listening? Was I asking for clarification? Or did I just want this whole contract signing thing to be over and done with already?

I don’t know.

And I don’t want Vel to get into trouble.

In the end, I elect to keep my mouth shut, making Kiahn sigh. He takes a step forward, but I take a step back – an act that doesn’t go unnoticed. He raises his hands a little, palms facing me as though he’s trying to placate a skittish deer. “The girl you saw me with was…” he bites his lip and tips his head back, looking up to the ceiling of this weird room like he’s begging his Xaviann Goddesses for rescue from this conversation.

“She was what? A sex slave you have hidden away from me?”

“What?! No!” That got his attention. And I won’t lie; his instant dismissal goes some way to calm a part of my brain that had started to question whether I trust this man at all. “It was you, Niska. You!”

I open my mouth, but shut it again pretty damn quickly.

Am I still drunk?

“Explain.”

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Chapter 20 – Kiahn

I stare at the gorgeous little human in front of me, not quite sure how to handle this situation.

She’s standing here, in my simulator - a fact that has me both nervous, and aroused. Stepping foot in someone else’s personal simulator is like… I don’t know, barging into their bathing space, or crashing into their dreams, or wearing their undergarments. It’s personal.

I’d lost the battle with myself about not using Niska’s permission tonight, and now she’s pissed at me. But the confusion has only fueled my suspicion that she doesn’t fully understand what it is she agreed to when she gave said full permission.

Which makes me feel like a dishonorable male and supremely pissed at Vel.

Originally, I’d been too caught off guard by being interrupted. And then seeing her in my brother’s clothing – it had all distracted me from realizing that she didn’t know what was going on.

And now it’s down to me to explain…

To explain how I’d just used a perfect holographic replica of her for my own release.

Goddesses help me.

“So,” I start, rubbing at my right horn again. “You know how we want to keep females safe from an unwanted bonding bite?”

Niska crosses her arms and gives a short, sharp nod. Her hip cocks to the side. She should not look so damn tempting in my shirt right now – not standing here in the room where I normally find all my pleasures.

“Casual fucking is not normally on the agenda for us, Niska. We cannot do these things as other species can,” I tell her, hoping beyond all hope that she will connect all the dots together so I don’t have to say this out loud.

Her arms fall to her side and her voice sounds scratchy as she asks, “do you have another contract with her?”

What?!

Wrong fucking dots!

“No!” I almost shout, stepping closer, even though I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to be crowded by me right now. “This is a simulator! We use holographic clones for our pleasure.”

Peeling off one of the neuro-patches from my temple I hand it to her – willing her to understand. “These make it feel real. They send signals to our somatosensory cortex and parietal lobe, making the hologram version of the other participant feel like they’re really there. This room is also programmed with responsive atoms that are manipulated by what our minds want to feel. It’s… it’s so we can feel the sensations of mating without the risk.”

Niska stares at the used neuro-patch, and I will her to say something – anything – before I start begging the Goddesses to open up a hole in the floor and drag me under.

“You were… fucking a holographic human?”

This woman.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You. I was…” my words get lodged in my throat but I force myself to look at her when I say, “I was feasting on the cunt of a holographic version of you, Niska. Because you gave me your permission to do so in our contract.” Her pretty little mouth hangs open as she stares up at me, letting my words sink in. Goddess, but she is so beautiful. I thought the hologram was pretty good, and had spent a great deal of time just looking at her. But nothing compares to this – to her. I reach forward and close her mouth with a finger under her chin, snorting lightly at the whole situation as I say, “and I was really fucking enjoying myself, too, until I got interrupted.”

“Did you fuck her-… It?… Um… me?”

She blinks up at me like she hadn’t really meant to ask that question.

“Sorry. Never mind, that’s-”

“No, it’s alright.” She’d nearly turned away from me to leave, but I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. “I… did not get to… uh… full mating.”

Niska says nothing, so like an idiot, my mouth decides to run away with itself.

“I licked your cunt while stroking myself to completion.”

Fuck, Kiahn, shut up.

“Three times.”

Niska’s eyes go wide.

“You interrupted the fourth.”

“Jesus,” she breathes, her eyes darting around while she digests all that unnecessary information I just forced upon her. I do not understand the word, but the sentiment is clear – I should have kept my stupid mouth shut – and off of her permission’s juicy cunt.

She doesn’t say anything else, and I am suddenly desperate to know what’s going on in that head of hers. “It’s for safety reasons,” I reinstate, swallowing thickly. “Especially with a breeding contract. It’s best if we use the permissions beforehand so that we’re somewhat desensitized to the act before we approach actual mating.” Niska still won’t look at me, and she still isn’t talking. “You know… to reduce the risk of biting,” I add unnecessarily.

Goddesses! Why does this little female make me so nervous?

I bite my lip to try and keep any further babbling from leaving my stupid mouth. Thankfully, Niska looks up at me and decides to talk. My first thought is that she is going to revoke her permission, which she has every right to do, but she surprises me when she says, “did you give me your permission to see a hologram of you?”

“I-”

I did.

And it’s the first time I’ve ever given out my permission to any woman.

Princes are often discreetly given permissions by various females, it comes with the status, and, even though I do not let it go to my head, I know I’ve inherited decent-enough looks from my mother’s side, so I am never without freely-given ‘options’. But it’s never been expected of a prince to reciprocate in the exchange of permissions. It’s somewhat of a security risk, and a privacy thing, too. It’s a kind of unspoken rule that higher ranking males in our society receive permissions, but do not dole them out.

Things differ a little when a breeding contract is involved however. Just like the male can make use of his bride’s permission to desensitize himself before the act, the woman may also request his permission so that she might get used to being touched and mounted.

“Yes,” I answer her, wetting my lips as I eye her. “I granted you my full permission in our contract.” The thought of her actually using it, though? I use the heel of my hand to readjust myself in my pants.

“Show me.”

I… do not know how to react to this.

My cock seems to have an idea, though.

I must take too long to answer her, because she’s back to crossing her arms over her chest as she stares at me, a challenge twinkling in her pretty eyes. “Show me how to use this thing. I want to know.”

I cock my head at her. Why the fuck do I find this little demanding creature so delightful when she’s bossing me around? “You know, this is my simulator,” I start, leaning forward ever so slightly. “And using someone else’s simulator is not really the done thing.”

She lifts a brow at me and hooks a finger over her shoulder. “Just show me how it works and I’ll go use your brother’s back in our rooms.”

The growl that erupts from my chest is low and more menacing than I’d intended it to be, but I reach forward and hold her dainty little human jaw in my hand, forcing her head to tip back so she is looking at me, and only me. “You will not.”

I’d be surprised if my brother’s simulator even works. Az’s pro-athlete status as well as being a prince means he has females practically throwing their permissions at him wherever he goes. He’s had to upgrade his simulator twice in the past five years and even though everyone jokes that it’s from overuse, there’s definitely some truth to that. This ship hasn’t had any such upgrades, so I assume he’s been going without on this trip. Which is… surprising.

But that’s beside the point.

The point is that the thought of my Niska using another male’s anything makes me want to break things.

“I will have your own simulator commissioned when we arrive home. For now,” I say, reaching into my pocket for two new neuro-patches, “you may use mine.”

Niska holds her breath as she stares up at me while I carefully attach the patches to her temples, watching as the tiny blue lights come to life. “Now, with your mind, think the command ‘access my acquired permissions’. There will be only one; mine.” And I would like for it to stay that way.

Instead of following my instruction, Niska steps away from me and asks, “how many permissions have you ‘acquired’?”

“More than one,” I shrug. Is she jealous? My lips almost twist into a smirk at the thought before I’m reminded that she’s not Xaviann. She’s human. Suddenly, my mood plummets. “How many males have you…” I can hardly fucking say it, my voice hoarse when I finally do push the words out, “…let touch you.”

Her gaze holds mine and it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing when she echoes my own damn words back at me. “More than one.”

More than one.

My fists clench of their own volition, and in an effort to calm the fuck down, I clear my throat and tell her, “access my permission with your thoughts, Niska.” I can’t allow myself to dwell on the fact that other males have not only touched her, but they have pleasured her, and been allowed to mount that gorgeous body of hers. I try to quell the hot, angry feeling for now. Maybe I’ll find something to break later.

There’s a few seconds where I wonder if she is defying me because nothing happens, but then, in front of us, an exact holographic replica of me appears in the white room. I’ve never seen one of myself – it certainly is an odd experience, but I’m more concerned with what Niska thinks of it.

I hear her suck in a breath as she takes a half-step back. My hologram flickers a little in front of us. “Try to hold onto that image of me in your mind,” I tell her. “It gets easier once you are used to it.”

“I don’t really know if I want to get used to it,” she comments out loud, as she starts to move tentatively, slowly walking in a circle around the second Kiahn in front of her. She has conjured an image of myself that is exactly as I am now, without a shirt and with my pants still hurriedly pulled up to my hips. My holographic clone turns his head to smirk at Niska as she comes back in front of him. “He moved,” she breathes, seemingly in awe at this very small gesture.

“He moved because your mind must have requested that he acknowledge you somehow.”

My hologram suddenly disappears. “Where’d he go?” Niska looks at me, her expression almost laced with accusation, like I was the one to banish the other me.

“Concentrate on wanting me,” I tell her.

And Goddess above, I know how that sounds. And, I know how I want her to take it.

Concentrate on wanting me, my pretty little Niska.

Her gaze drops to my mouth as her lips part. For a second or two, it’s just me, her, and that rising heat that seems to appear whenever she looks at me this way.

Then, my clone flickers into existence once again.

And this time, he’s naked.

And fully erect.

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Chapter 21 – Niska

“Oh, my God!” I squeal, throwing my hands up to cover my cheeks. My skin feels burning hot with embarrassment, but I can’t look away from… that. I’d kind of felt it beneath me last night, but Kiahn had mostly been keeping that monster concealed under the water in the lagoon.

Kiahn – the real, Kiahn, the one still wearing pants – chuckles.

“What’s so funny?! Why is he naked?!”

“Because your mind clearly wanted to go straight to business.”

My mind did that? I know I’m feeling all kinds of confused and horny right now, but this is ridiculous!

I’m finding it difficult to tear my gaze away from the thick, swollen member standing proud before me. Hologram-Kiahn’s cock is the same darker gray as his hands, with ridges and the slightest tinge of lighter purple at the head.

“It is completely accurate, if you are wondering,” Kiahn comments, amusement lacing his tone. “We can compare, if you’d like?”

“No! No, it’s fine,” I practically yelp when I see his hands moving as if to shove his pants down his legs and let the other ‘elephant in the room’ spring free. “I believe you.”

For a moment or two, I don’t say or do anything. I mean… my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but apart from that, I feel too overwhelmed to even attempt to speak. So, I try something in my mind, instead; I try to put clothes back onto Kiahn’s clone.

The loose pair of pants he was wearing before flicker into existence.

“You…” the real Kiahn starts, drawing out the word, “do not wish to view my cock?”

Hologram Kiahn’s pants swiftly disappear again, as if my stupid brain couldn’t hold onto them tightly enough. “What kind of question is that?” I snap, the words coming out harsher than I’d intended. This is all so damn strange. There’s another Kiahn that apparently, I can dress and undress like he’s an anatomically correct Ken doll, and I’m meant to… do stuff with him.

And Kiahn has one of me?

I smell the scent of sea salt and vanilla before I even properly realize that Kiahn – the real Kiahn – is moving closer. “You can do anything you wish to my permission, Niska. I gave you my permission in full.”

I look at him, my breath hitching a little at how near he has managed to get. The man moves like a silent assassin, and something primal in my brain should probably be scared of that. Except, I’m not. “Do…” my question trails off as I glance from one Kiahn to the other. “Do people not normally give their full permission, then?”

I can feel the warmth of him now as he stands to my side, looking down at me like my reaction to this whole weird scenario is peaking his interest. “It depends on the individual,” he tells me. “But a lot of people do add restrictions to their permissions, yes. Some will not allow you to undress them fully, some do not want certain areas to be touched,” Kiahn’s intense green gaze falls to my lips. “Most will not let you use their mouth.”

It suddenly feels hard to breathe. “Most?” I hear myself ask.

Kiahn nods. “It is not a common Xaviann custom like it is for… other species. Intimacy is for breeding.”

“But you-” I stop myself from finishing that sentence, but my hand had already gestured to where I’d seen him, kneeling, with his face buried between the legs of what was apparently… me. This conversation is insane.

Kiahn’s jaw works and he takes a breath while rubbing at his horn again. “I was… curious.”

My eyes slide down his form. He’s so imposing. So large. Taking up a lot of space wherever he goes. And he’s a freaking prince. He’s used to commanding a room and being the head of his people. But he doesn’t know this. He doesn’t know what the push and pull of this… thing we have between us is. He’s not used to it. So, it’s kind of adorable the way he can suddenly seem a little embarrassed.

I raise a brow at him. “You were curious… four times?”

Good God, just imagining him doing that four times on me – the real me – has me almost squirming on the spot.

Kiahn drops his hand from where he’s been fussing at his horn, and makes a grunting noise. “It was good,” he reasons, as if he were justifying eating more than one cookie or something.

I don’t know what to say to that.

So, I focus on his permission instead – even though the hologram is naked. And hard.

“Do you…” Kiahn shifts behind me, sounding unsure. “Do you like… him? The way I-…he looks, I mean?”

The uncertainty in his voice is so endearing, I duck my head to smother a smile. Kiahn’s permission is watching me, a small smirk playing on his lips. Is my brain doing that? Making him look at me that way?

This is all a bit of a mind-fuck, so I glance over my shoulder at the real Kiahn and ask, “are you actually asking me if I like the look of your-” my hand waves vaguely in the direction of his hologram’s huge erection.

“Yes.”

Kiahn’s direct answer catches me off-guard a little. “I-…” I continue to wave my hand at the holographic dick in front of me, feeling a little dumbfounded. “Well-… y-… yeah. It’s just-”

“It’s just what?”

“It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” I blurt, turning to face the real Kiahn. “Ok? And, it makes sense because you’re all-” and now my crazy hands are waving up and down at the mountain of a man in front of me, “you know, super tall, so scaling-wise, it works proportionally. It’s just-” twisting back, I eye the beast again. “A lot. Like… huge, Kiahn. Your cock is huge. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Kiahn’s expression scrunches a little. “Not if that’s a bad thing. I don’t want you to be afraid of it – of me.”

A laugh escapes me on an exhale. “I’m not afraid of you, or your giant dick, don’t wor-” I suck in a breath, caught off-guard by the way Kiahn is at my back, grabbing my wrist and placing my hand on the chest of the hologram in front of us.

“Then explore,” he commands in a husky tone. “You have my permission to do whatever you want with my ‘giant dick’.”

I have to tilt my head up and back to look up at him. The real Kiahn towers over me – the holographic one does, too. And it’s now that I realize that I feel pretty small, practically sandwiched between these two as they both gaze down at me.

Two Kiahns.

Woo, boy.

The skin beneath my palm feels so strangely real. As real as the chest rising and falling behind me. And the growing bulge pressing into the small of my back, too.

But this hologram? It-… it really feels like it’s there. It’s warm. Just as warm as the large, real hand that covers mine, keeping it in place. “Why isn’t my hand falling through him?” I ask, my voice sounding scratchy. “I can feel resistance, as if he’s-… as if you’re really there.”

“It’s the simulator room,” Kiahn explains, his words tickling my hair as I feel him duck down to talk to me. “In here, the systems can replicate solid masses, textures, and sounds based on what your mind expects to experience. You can request almost anything of the system, and it will appear. You can touch it,” he says, moving my hand down his chest – his clone’s chest, “you can feel it,” he continues as our hands continue their path downward towards Moby Dick down there, “and it should react how you think it will.”

His holographic clone – his ‘permission’ – is watching us, his chest rising and falling as his head is tilted down, as if anticipating the part where I wrap my hand around his length.

I pull my hand away, and Kiahn’s permission disappears. Curiously, I reach out into the nothing before me – right where he had been taking up space. There’s nothing there anymore.

“Here, let me show you how to use it,” real Kiahn says, reaching into his pocket and putting another of those sticky patches to his temple.

“I-I don’t want to watch you with another woman,” I blurt, turning to face him. “Even if that woman is… me.”

He smirks, and shakes his head, leaning in to say, “Just let me show you how to play with me, Niska”

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