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Asupport grows out of the floor for me and I hold on to it, using it for leverage.

I’ve gotten all of him inside me, but my body isn’t used to the size of his. When I ease forward, the same tension that makes my clit ache, pushes me off of him.

I’d complain if working my way back down wasn’t so hot.

Snaking one hand between my legs to toy with my clit, I stroke the part of him that comes out of me when I move on him.

“What’s normal stamina for… Glantanians?” I stutter out a breath and clench down as those barbs work inside of me.

The bot takes longer to respond than usual. “Unclear. This Participant has not visited Phantoms prior to this appointment.”

Frowning, I try to be satisfied, but…

It’s not enough.

It should be—it always has been before—but it isn’t.

Squeezing my nipple and panting as his cock spreads me all over again, I ask, “Can I see him?”

“To view your selected participant, please place your hand in the indicated space to waive partial visual privacy clause.”

I hesitate. “Will he be able to see me?”

“Not until you waive the complete visual privacy clause.”

I place my palm against the glowing outline of a hand and after it pulses a few times, the wall opposite me turns into an enormous screen.

He’s a big man.

Not surprising, given what’s filling me.

His skin is mottled with a pattern of spots in lighter purples and blues.

Six eyes, four arms, two legs, and a cock buried in a glittering purple hole… a cock buried in me.

Pursed lips don’t hide his long fangs.

I squeeze around him and all six of his eyes close, the brows above them pinch and his mouth opens and I wonder what sound leaves his lips.

I wonder if he’ll moan or grunt when he comes… I wonder what the glowing tongue that’s just peeked out to lick his lips would feel like.

“Send him an offer.”

“What is the offer?”

“Ask if he’s willing to pay for full contact.”

There’s a pause and then a questioning sound. “You are aware that full contact will void most anonymity clauses.”

“I am.”

The bot goes quiet. The screen darkens, taking my view away, and I slow my movements, waiting for his answer.

He’ll say no.

That’s fine.

I’ll go back to fucking him the way I’m supposed to. And everything will be fine.

I bite my lip. It’s taking too long.

I want him to say yes more than I should.

Swapping booths isn’t against the rules. I’ve just never done it before.

I’ve never wanted to do it before.

I shiver with anticipation and slow, even more.

If he does say yes, I don’t want to shorten the time I have with him.

I slide off him and go to my knees again.

Softly sucking on him, I work my tongue along the slit at his tip, tasting the mixture of my pussy and his syrupy precum.

“The offer has been accepted.”

I freeze, looking up at the little speaker where the bot’s voice comes from.

“It has?”

“Confirmed.”

A panicked little laugh escapes me.

I keep stroking him as I try to think.

I asked for this. I want it.

I remind myself of that and try to kill the butterflies frantically flapping in my stomach.

“How do I get to him?”

I don’t know how this part works.

“I have connected your doors.” The wall opposite me lights with a rectangle in vibrant blue.

I press a kiss to his cock before I let him go.

Snatching my booty shorts off the ground, I pull them back on. I’m not sure why, I’m just going to take them off again in a minute. There’s a little protection from the unknown in being clothed… even this minimally.

I hesitate with my hand hovering over the square that will open the door. “What’s his name?”

He’s been inside me… he’s going to be the first alien I’ve fucked who gets to see my face. I should probably know what to call him.

The name appears on the booth wall in a dozen alphabets as the booth bot says it. “Lochdon.”