Page 94 of Border Control

My muscles demand I twist to escape the sensation when I’m so overstimulated, but I try to be still for her. Law-rah wants to explore. Every involuntary jerk of my hips makes her smile widen. Mycriniswraps around her fingers, binding her to me. They pump out white fluid, filling the air with the scent of woodsmoke.

She stops, hand still around my cock. I buck my hips and she tuts, “No, no.”

I still for her, my muscles quivering. I want to beg, I want to scream, I want to give her what she wants. Forcing my body into stillness, I wait, on edge, every scale attuned to her.

With her fingers spread, she slides the palm of her free hand through thecrinisemissions and up my stomach to my chest. Fire spreads in the wake of her touch. She traces up my throat to my lips, her finger invading my mouth.

I suck it greedily, tasting myself along with the earthy salt of her skin.

“Good,” she purrs, and my cock jerks, sending a ripple up my stomach and chest, a rich peach laced with blood red to match her skin and painted lips.

Her gaze follows the colors, her own cheeks a flushed pink as if in response, and then meets my eyes. Her golden aura splits,surging down her arm in multiple fingers, as if she has tentacles of her own.

Once I’ve licked her finger clean, she trails it back down in a line through my midsection, her nail sharp in the grooves between my scales and her aura shimmering as it writhes over my chest and stomach. I relax my scales, wanting to feel every single feather-light touch, trying to feel her aura.

She leans close to my head. “Can you soften the spikes around your cock?”

I haven’t tried doing that before, but I try now. With effort, they relax back against the head of my cock. “If… If you touch me again, I fear I will come to completion. You had best equip the CNULG.”

“Good plan.” She takes the tin and opens it with a crack. “What do I do here?”

“Roll two or three balls together into a disk.”

“Oh! Like pizza.” The smile she shoots me is real, lighting up her aura to a dazzling flash. She stretches the CNULG into a wide circle above the tip of my cock and, watching my face, drapes it over and down.

Any touch from Law-rah sends heat searing through me, but her firm, deliberate sliding of the CNULG down my shaft is pure fire. I try to control my breathing, but I’m panting hard.

And then her lips engulf the head of my cock.

I yell before I contain myself, but the warmth, the wetness, the pure domination as Law-rah subjects me to the pleasure of her lips and tongue is too much. Gold wraps around me, surrounding me, protecting me. I arch my back to deliver myself up to her, and she sucks hard as mycrinistenderly strokes her cheek, nose and forehead.

“Law-rah.” I can’t keep my spikes down, I’m going to flare in her mouth. A spike of panic surges through me, and I let go of the table legs in preparation to pull her away from danger.

‘You can do this.’Her mental voice is an encouraging whisper, quieter and more controlled than I’ve ever heard her before.

‘I’ll fail, and you’ll be hurt. I can’t.’

‘You can.’Her eyes slide half closed as she wraps her tongue around the shaft of my cock. She’s fearless, completely sure I will not harm her. Gold tendrils quest from her aura, touching mycrinis,which flickers wildly.‘Come for me, Dom.’

An order? No. An entreaty. Encouragement. With that as my strength, I let myself go, spurting into the CNULG with a grunt, then thumping back down and spasming with every pump of my cock. If I could see my own aura, it would all be emptied into the CNULG.

Law-rah stands up with a triumphant smile, stroking back the sweaty tendrils of my hair from my forehead. “Well done.”

Tears press behind my eyes. Slowly, I let go of the table legs and sit up, my core and cock aching from the release of pleasure. “Law-rah. I want to do more.”

Her eyebrow raises. “Oh?”

“I want to bring you to completion.” I want it more than anything.

Sharp nails scrape my scalp, awakening all my nerves as she seizes a handful of my hair. “Show me.” ‘Take what you want.’

Her whispered mental invitation comes alongside a shower of images of me grabbing her hips and ripping the clothes from her body, shoving my face into her sex. She wants me to take her, claim her, make her come.

Grabbing her waist, I lift her and take her to the couch, laying her on fabric as soft as Juvilum moss.

She lifts her arms and lays them above her head, watching my every move with her tongue resting on her luscious bottom lip. The rough skin of my hands catches on the smooth silk of her shirt. With a quick tug I pull it open, tiny fastenings pinginginto remote corners of the galley. One raps against the plascrete window, giving me an idea.

As soon as I think of it, her eyes widen. “Fuck yeah.”