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Lochdon stands and I slide down him, the movement puts my cups back into place, which makes the short walk more comfortable. Hand in his, I lead him further into the enormous room.

There is a line of doors on the back wall and one flashes with a peach symbol before it opens for us.

The small room inside only has a chair in the center.

Others have benches and harnesses. One has hooks. They all have a hazy wall of light opposite the door.

I can see the aliens on the other side, watching the already occupied rooms.

Feather called these the peepshow gallery rooms when she first told me about them.

Phantom does enjoy creating their sex compartments.

Here, anyone can watch. We just don’t have to worry about them trying to come over and touch like they could have in the public room. And in the public room, Lochdon would have been forced to keep all his clothes on. Only his cock could come out to play. Here, every bit of him is fair game.

And I want to feel his skin.

“What does my gorgeous human want tonight?” Lochdon draws me close so I can feel all of him again.

“I want you.”

“You have me, Maggie. Always. Every part of me.”

I know he only used my real name because our spectators can see us, but they can’t hear us.

I know he’s careful to always call me Peach when we’re not alone. But when he calls me Maggie, it’s like my whole body is covered in popping candy.

Here, that’s a secret. And I love that he knows it.

He glances over my head for the briefest moment and then back down to me. “There are a lot of people out there that want to see you come. But I’m at the front of the line.”

“Then I guess you better put me to work.” I open his coveralls and he catches himself before he frowns at me.

“I never want this to feel like work for you.”

“It doesn’t. Not with you.”

Somewhere between kissing and fondling, I manage to get his clothes off and get him in the chair.

I lose my underwear somewhere along the way, too and between his fingers and my longing, I’m ready when I finally get to climb up onto him.

Two hands hooked under my knees, the other two on my hips, Lochdon holds me steady as I guide his cock into me.

He groans, eyes fluttering closed, two at a time, like he’s running a shutdown cycle.

“Every time I think I remember how it feels to be inside you, I’m proven wrong.” He moves one of the hands on my hips to the back of my neck, pulling me to him. “Your body is pure bliss, Maggie.”

“It feels like bliss because you are inside me.” I start to work myself on him and whimper at the fullness. “Maybe Glantanian and human physiology are perfect for each other.”

“I’d prefer to think it’s you and me.”

The light changes—not a normal feature of these rooms—and I would thank Phantom if I thought they would hear me.

The solid walls are almost reflective in the dark brightness and I can see Lochdon’s handprints on my skin. The lines that swirl beneath his pulse, too.

Everyone on the other side of that window wall can see them too.

Lochdon’s grip on me tightens and he starts to lead the rhythm, moving me in a rocking, grinding motion that keeps a steady pressure on my clit. It makes me squeeze down tight on his cock.

I love the fullness I feel with him. I love how easy it is to love him.

I love…

I stop myself from thinking it.

Instead, I drop backward, stretched out with my hands on the floor. Everyone watching can see the way he’s marked me.

I’m his, even if he can’t claim me.

The chair scrapes against the floor and he drops to his knees. Fucking me, filling me, making me take every inch as he whispers words that make me feel so filthy.

I come apart with my pussy stuffed so full of him, it makes me want to weep.

But Lochdon comes right after me, filling me up before pulling back so the last of his cum sprays over my body.

Pleasured, painted… It’s perfect.