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Another teasing whiff of the scent made my whole body shiver, and I suppressed a whimper. What in Dilf’s name was this?

chapterthree

zyndor

I steppedout with the second troupe onto the stage and took my place in the center. The thrumming of the synth percussion rumbled up through the soles of my feet, and I faced the crowd to dance. Arms above my head and legs planted in a stance so my loincloth hung free, I thrusted my hips to the music in the way the patrons loved. I stomped my feet and roared with the other dancers, then executed a perfect turn to step aside so Blurodf could shake his erect feathered tail.

Vleneb and I exchanged amused glances. It didn’t take much for Blurodf to be ready to join, and the crowd was always up for it.

On the side of the stage, I focused all my attention on completing the motions of the dance to perfection.Three, four, stomp. Hips in a circle, then thrust, thrust.The dance was sexuality in motion, and though I captured every nuance in my maneuvers, it was all for show. The dance never aroused me, the patrons never enchanted me. But perfection of movement—that, I could accomplish.

Blurodf’s solo was nearly done, and I prepared to take my turn in the spotlight. As I whirled my hips across the stage, a fresh aroma of blooms and citrus in the spring slipped up my nose like a drug. My cocks twitched. Another breath in, and blood rushed to my groin, shivers shooting up and down my body. Holy Dilf—both of my dicks were hardening.

Extra-sensual prowess flowed into my movements on the stage. Where was the smell coming from? It was incalculably more effective than the get-hard injections at the Houses of Joining on Llurr where I learned how to fuck when I came of age. Lightheaded and aroused beyond all rational thought, my heart pounded with more than the exertion of the dance.

I was in the presence of my biologically ideal mate.

Nearly vibrating on the inside, I cast my gaze around the room. The most beautiful human I’d ever seen sat at the castingo table rubbing the bare, pale, peachy skin of her chest over a long red gown. My fingers ached to touch her, and all my senses centered on her as muscle memory overtook my dancing. The human woman ran her hand along her long, smooth bare leg then stood, slipping her hands down her hips as she walked with graceful ease. Her presence commanded the room, and her red dress hugged and bared the tops of her full breasts in a corset that cinched her small waist. I longed to dig my fingers into her full hips in passion. Her long hair was dark and curling like the bark of the stanian tree, and I wanted to twist it around my fingers.

What was a beautiful being like her doing in this Dilfawful place? She stepped away from the castingo table, and I threw myself harder into my dance, dancing only for her, finally feeling the sensuality others saw in my movements.

I’d prayed for this moment all my life, but now that it was here, doubt curled into my excitement. Why would the Almighty Dilf bring my mate into my life when I was a prisoner, unable to join with her or claim my life with her? Even if Daddy Skirkild had any mercy, throwing myself onto it wouldn’t grant my freedom.

The literal clock to my life was counting down, and here I was thrusting into the air when I needed to be thrusting intoher.

Because Llurrens who don’t mate when the time comes, will die.

Survival kicked in. I needed her attention. I pushed to the front of the dancers, staring at my mate, bumping my hips to the beat, aware that my cocks were fully erect and being revealed as I danced, aware that my extra mouths were preparing to activate for the first time. The crowd’s noise escalated into raucous shouting.

“Vleneb,” Blurodf hissed from his position dancing beside me. “Zyn’s erecting!”

“It’s happening!” another dancer called.

I heard their growing, excited clamor, but I was locked into the orbit of the woman. I would do anything to bring her pleasure. I’d seen human women in the casino before, watched them joining with others and knew their bodies were similar to Llurren women, though usually smaller and more hairless. My mother’d been right, Dilf rest her soul. She said my future was with a human woman, and I hadn’t believed her.

I threw every lust-teeming cell of my body into my dance. But if she didn’t look my way soon, I’d have to leave my place onstage and risk everything.

chapterfour

roxy

I neededto fuck something soon, and preferably the origin of that aroma. I followed it in a beeline toward the stage and stopped still as arousal-laced adrenaline shot through my body.

The Llurren.

What if it was the Llurren?

The unpartnered Emperor was adamant that we had to meet over a screen call because human pheromones were particularly compatible with those of Llurrens, and he didn’t want to accidentally match with ahuman.

My heart pounded and my insides practically vibrated in anticipation. I should’ve taken more precautions. Because my body and brain were being hijacked by some horny Llurren—but no, it wasn’t his fault. Llurren pheromones weren’t just about biological compatibility. They were a highly advanced species, and their brain chemistry influenced the mixture of pheromones that were released and received, and Dilf in Their Infinite Wisdom judged this Llurren to be my ideal mate in mind and body.

Fuck that shit.

My heart raced, and I clutched my chips with white knuckles as if they were the only thing that kept my stomach from emptying its contents onto the ridiculously-patterned carpet. I made my own way. I made my own decisions. I had to find Purr. This was all without my consent and all out of order. What if I hated the Llurren? What if he was a horrible person? Was that possible? And would I actually die if I didn’t fuck him, or did it just feel that way?

The biggest stage reeled me in as if an invisible, pulsing string was attached to my clit. A Feingraat with peacock-type feathers danced in the center, but when I looked to his right, my eyes methis, and my soul practically left my lust-filled body.

Sweet, heavenly Dilf, the golden Llurren was breathtaking. His dark brown eyes smoldered at me in a mischievous smirk between his thickly muscled, bent arms as he twirled on stage in the most seductive dance I’d ever seen. His bearded face was almost thoroughly human, and his heated gaze owned me. Over six feet tall, just as I’d thought. A thick head of dark golden hair was braided almost like depictions of ancient Earth Vikings, high on top of his head and along the sides, coming loose in wild waves and sticking to his sweaty neck and broad shoulders as he pumped his muscular arms in the sexual dance.