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Lochdon groans through clenched teeth, and I lace my fingers together behind his neck.

“You don’t have to be quiet.” I nibble on his chin. “I want to hear you.”

And this time, when I clench down on him, he opens his mouth on a moan that shoots straight to my needy clit.

Hands at my hips, he holds me tight to him, not letting me move on him as he presses his face to my chest.

His breath is a warm flutter across my nipples.

“Too much?” I ask, biting my tongue.

He shakes his head. “You’re perfect, Peach. You’re everything I’ve ever—”

His grip loosens enough that I can move again, and I rise on his cock, cutting him off.

I don’t need to hear the end of that sentence. In fact, I need to not hear it.

I’m not supposed to form attachments. I’m not supposed to let him, either.

But God, he is lovely.

I stretch to take him again, loving every moment—every fat inch.

Stretched wide, I work my way down until I’m so full of him, I feel like I could burst.

He looks at me with an awe I’m not sure I deserve.

“Can you see my handprints on your skin?”

Can I…? “No.”

He looks disappointed. “They told me you wouldn’t be able to, but I had hoped…”

He rakes his fingers down my ribs and lets out a soft little sigh of a sound. “If you could see what I see…”

“What do you see?”

“I see a woman who looks like she’s mine. Painted with my oils, consuming my cock.”

“Right now, I am yours.” I kiss him, pressing myself against him and raise my hips, adjusting to take more of him.

He traces lines I can’t see and I sigh on a shiver. “I wish I could see them.”

“I can adjust the lighting to make them visible,” the bot says, reminding me it’s there.

“You can?”

“Confirmed.”

“Yes please.”

The booth goes dark and then… black lights.

I look down at the handprint on my breast. Lochdon’s skin glows with patterns that make me want to trace every inch of him with my fingers, too.

“You’re beautiful.”

He smiles at me. “Of the two of us, you are the beautiful one, Peach.”

I know you are, but what am I?

He’s big enough, I can lean back and support myself on his knees.

All six of his eyes go wide as I work myself on him like this. He can see all of me and I get to enjoy my view too.

He licks his lips and I almost offer him a taste. But I don’t want to give up his cock. I don’t want to give up the gorgeous hunger I see in his face.

“There are stories,” he says, two of his eyes raising to meet mine, “of beings on a far distant planet that were made to couple with us. The way you fit onto me…”

“I like that story.” I’d like to take him home with me.

But that’s impossible.

The patterns on his skin shift and he reaches for me, dragging me back to him.

“I won’t last much longer this time,” he says, ruefully, kissing my throat. “Where would you like me to come?”

Some women who answer the ad won’t let them come in their pussy. But Phantom has promised that none of the aliens we fuck can get us pregnant.

Thank God.

And I love being a human cream puff.

“Come in me, Lochdon. Fill me up. I want to be stuffed full of your cum.”

He curses. I know that, even though link doesn’t translate the actual word.

Lifting me, he turns us so that I’m the one in the chair. I have to hold the back to keep from sliding too far down.

Not that I need to. His grip is tight on my hips as he holds me steady, driving into me.

”I’m going to fill you, Peach. I’m going to fuck you so well you taste it. You’re never going to want to fuck anyone else ever again.”

I want him to be right.

I shouldn’t. But I do.

“You’re going to ruin me for other men?” I ask, trying to laugh and failing, because it’s not funny… it’s a prediction that feels all too real. “Do I get to ruin you for other women?”

“You already have.” He kisses me, hard and deep, as he thrusts into me. And when he pulls back…

His eyes blink all at different times, like he’s short circuiting.

“Oh!”

His whole body pulses with light. The rings of blue trailing under his skin to me, like his whole body needs his cum inside me.

I’m filled with a heat and need and a desire so strong it feels like it’s going to tear me apart.

I want it to.

The bliss shatters me and I scream as that pulsing moves through me, as his orgasm leaches into mine and I feel, just for a moment, like I am inside of him and he is inside of me.

He staggers backward before he’s completely finished and I gasp as his hot cum sprays me and paints the wall of the booth.

He goes to his knees in front of me, dropping his head to my stomach, and his breath flutters across my wet skin.

“I am ruined,” he says, so softly I barely hear it above the pounding heartbeat in my ears.

“Me too,” I whisper.

In the black light, his cum fluoresces blue where it drips from me, where the last spurts splattered against my legs and onto his stomach.

I think we’re both a little prettier now, but I won’t say it aloud. The booth has already heard too much.

He falls backward onto the floor and pulls me with him, back down on top of him, kissing me sweetly and I let myself revel in this softness.

Now that he’s come, the remainder of his time is limited.

A little voice in the back of my head whispers that I should ask him to change his session to a double, but I’ve already abused his wallet by offering full contact.

I’m not going to bankrupt him just because I’m selfish and horny.

“I have to go,” I say, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Or Phantom will charge you overtime.”

“Just a little longer.” He holds me close, lips brushing my forehead. “I’ll pay the fine.”

It takes us another five minutes before he sits upright, holding me tight against him. He kisses me like we have all the time in the world and I love it.

“Would it be okay?” he asks, looking a little shy. “If I asked to see you again?”

“I’d like that.” I don’t know when I’ll be back or if he’ll be around when I am, but, “I’d like that a lot.”

Helping me to stand, he uses my booty shorts to wipe some of the cum from my body.

“Peach,” he says, as if it’s a word he’ll never forget.

Asking for me by that name won’t necessarily get me… if someone else uses the pseudonym.

“It’s Maggie,” I say, going to the small pad of paper they each get in case they want to send us notes with their tips.

I write my full name on the paper and hand it to him. “Have the bot translate it to your alphabet and ask for me by name next time, so there won’t be any mix ups.”

There won’t be. The booth knows who I am… but I want him to have my real name.

“Maggie,” he smiles when he says it, and then kisses me one last time, but… I’ll be back. And I hope he is too.

The door forms in a ring of light on the wall and I step through it, wishing I trusted myself to look back.

Then the door disappears behind me and I sag against the now-solid wall for a moment.

“Are you functioning at optimum?”

The bot burbles after the question.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Like the bot linked my booth to Lochdon’s, it linked me into my private locker room.

Phantom should really upsell this part of the whole thing.

It’s more like a private, fully automated spa.

The “lockers” don’t have doors, and I look at the extra shirts and booty shorts. I could go back out and get in line for a second go, but today… today I think I’m one and done.

I have the bot draw me a bath and let my mind wander to a Glantanian man named Lochdon… and what kind of a man he might be outside of the booth.

Next time.