Page 10 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars
Khymerion
Her forwardness catches me off guard. It’s rare for anyone to speak to a Void Lord so boldly, particularly a human. We are powerful and dangerous, and they are known around the galaxy for their timid nature. They have advanced weapons, but without those to hide behind, they are—usually—feeble creatures.
“Maybe,” I say, deigning to respond. Something about her intrigues me, and I’m willing to entertain her question. I’ll be as bold as she is. “But I like my job. As I’m sure you know, I’m a Void Lord of pleasure. Getting paid to fuck makes me feel powerful. It’s arousing. Besides, my sexual appetites are ravenous and difficult to sate. This ensures that I get what I need and credits besides. What about you? Why are you here? Surely a pretty little thing like you needn’t pay for your pleasure.”
She is unusual, tall for a human female and more muscular than I am used to. Her sleeveless shirt reveals strong arms, and I have no doubt that her leather pants disguise legs equally toned. Her hair, a deep magenta shade, is pulled back, but the tendrils that have escaped wave softly to her chin. Her onyx eyes are wary, and her full lips are set in a line, parting only to sip her whisky. Never to smile. Fascinating.
She shrugs. “I can get my itches scratched, sure. But I’ve never been with a Void Lord before. And a Void Lord of pleasure? Honey, it’s worth the credits just to say I did it.”
“Ah, so you’re interested in what I am, then?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the only thing, if that’s what you’re wondering. You know Void Lords are legendary; it’d be silly to pretend otherwise. But that doesn’t mean it’s the sole reason. You’re beautiful, and so far, reasonably interesting. I like you, and I think we could have a good time.”
I cannot suppress the grin that breaks free. “Little human, it will be more than a good time. I assure you, it will be the foremost experience of your lifetime.”
“Is that so?” Her eyebrow arches.
“It’s a guarantee.”
“There’s something else, though. Something that requires privacy.”
Hmm. She continues to be interesting. “You’re welcome inside my enclosure, little human. You know the rules, I presume.” There are measures in place to ensure safe and smooth transactions, and everyone entering an enclosure must follow them. There are no exceptions.
She nods and holds out her hand, placing it in front of the port in the glass.
I scan the code tattooed on the back of her hand and it gives me the pertinent information: health records that show she’s clean and has a birth control implant, bank records that prove she has the necessary credits for the transaction, evidence she’s not wanted for any galactic crimes.
I press a button, and the glass panel between us slides away, allowing her to enter. “You said you wanted privacy?” There is an option to make the glass opaque, if that’s what the client chooses. Of course, some prefer to leave it transparent and put on a show. Personally, I have no preference. After all, I’m in an exhibit, and it’s not such a different word from exhibition. I’ve no qualms about publicly sharing what I have to offer.
She nods. “I think that would be best.” Once I activate the screening, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, folded parcel. “I’m a courier. I was hired to deliver this to you. If I could just get your scan.”
I frown. “What is it?”
“No idea,” she says with a shrug. “I don’t get paid to pry.”
“Odd that someone wouldn’t send an electronic transmission.” I can’t imagine who would bother to send such a small, physical package. But now is not the time to ponder it. I give her my hand and let her scan the tattoo that floats to the surface of my skin. It confirms my identity, my safety, and my license to provide sexual services.
“Thank you for the secure delivery. Is that the only reason you came? Or do you want what you paid for as well?” She had to pay to enter, and I’d be more than happy to offer her my services.
A slow smile spreads across her intriguing face. “Initially, I only intended to deliver the package. But since I’m here and I’ve already transferred the credits…let’s see what you’ve got.”
I chuckle. “I’ve got whatever you like. You’re aware that I’m a shapeshifter, yes?” My natural shape—like all Void Lords—might be an amorphous one, but much like our planet, we can shift at will. I can become whatever she likes: any size, any shape, anything .
She reaches out a tentative finger and touches my arm, then laughs at the curious look I give her. “Sorry,” she says. “It’s just…you look like you’re made of the same stuff clouds are. I wanted to feel whether you’re really solid or not. As that might be a factor in the success of our, um, transaction.”
I can’t help my smirk. “Oh, I’m very solid, I promise.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Prove it.”
Ignoring the fact that I just did, in fact, prove my solidity, I decide to give her what she wants and put on a show. I gather my matter below the waist and form a cock that’s ridiculously long, even by my standards. As her eyes widen, I shift it, shortening it a tad, but increasing the girth tremendously. Ludicrously. And before she can respond, I let a second prong develop on it. Little nubs appear along both shafts, creating texture.
“As you can see, I can accommodate your needs for length, girth, or double penetration, as well as any additional textural stimulus.” I lick my lips, the movement slow and obscene. “Or if penetration isn’t your preference at all, we can discuss acts of the tongue.”
She stares at me, momentarily speechless, and I resist the urge to laugh. If she’s impressed by this, then she’ll have no idea what hit her once I get her clothes off.
Our enclosures here are larger than they seem. Each one has an entire back room that isn’t visible from the exhibition hall. Mine is equipped with a bed and all manner of toys and tools, as well as the door that allows me to come and go.
I don’t always use this room; my more exhibitionist clients often prefer to simply utilize the floor and walls of the main area, with the glass transparent, of course. But Twyla doesn’t seem to be that type of person. After all, she did request privacy. I know that was for the delivery, but she doesn’t seem the type for public antics.
I take her hand and lead her to the back room. I keep it dim in here, with only candlelight to guide us. The soft glow reflects off of the silky black sheets. “Here, welcome to my den,” I tell her, gently settling her on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what you want. I’m here to bring every fantasy and fetish to life.”