Page 21 of The Bride Contract (Princes of Xaavia #1)

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Chapter 21 - Niska

“ Oh, my God !” I squeal, throwing my hands up to cover my cheeks. My skin feels burning hot with embarrassment, but I can’t look away from… that . I’d kind of felt it beneath me last night, but Kiahn had mostly been keeping that monster concealed under the water in the lagoon.

Kiahn - the real , Kiahn, the one still wearing pants - chuckles.

“What’s so funny?! Why is he naked?!”

“Because your mind clearly wanted to go straight to business.”

My mind did that? I know I’m feeling all kinds of confused and horny right now, but this is ridiculous!

I’m finding it difficult to tear my gaze away from the thick, swollen member standing proud before me. Hologram-Kiahn’s cock is the same darker gray as his hands, with ridges and the slightest tinge of lighter purple at the head.

“It is completely accurate, if you are wondering,” Kiahn comments, amusement lacing his tone. “We can compare, if you’d like?”

“No! No, it’s fine,” I practically yelp when I see his hands moving as if to shove his pants down his legs and let the other ‘elephant in the room’ spring free. “I believe you.”

For a moment or two, I don’t say or do anything. I mean… my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but apart from that, I feel too overwhelmed to even attempt to speak. So, I try something in my mind, instead; I try to put clothes back onto Kiahn’s clone.

The loose pair of pants he was wearing before flicker into existence.

“You…” the real Kiahn starts, drawing out the word, “do not wish to view my cock?”

Hologram Kiahn’s pants swiftly disappear again, as if my stupid brain couldn’t hold onto them tightly enough. “What kind of question is that?” I snap, the words coming out harsher than I’d intended. This is all so damn strange. There’s another Kiahn that apparently, I can dress and undress like he’s an anatomically correct Ken doll, and I’m meant to… do stuff with him.

And Kiahn has one of me?

I smell the scent of sea salt and vanilla before I even properly realize that Kiahn - the real Kiahn - is moving closer. “You can do anything you wish to my permission, Niska. I gave you my permission in full .”

I look at him, my breath hitching a little at how near he has managed to get. The man moves like a silent assassin, and something primal in my brain should probably be scared of that. Except, I’m not. “Do…” my question trails off as I glance from one Kiahn to the other. “Do people not normally give their full permission, then?”

I can feel the warmth of him now as he stands to my side, looking down at me like my reaction to this whole weird scenario is peaking his interest. “It depends on the individual,” he tells me. “But a lot of people do add restrictions to their permissions, yes. Some will not allow you to undress them fully, some do not want certain areas to be touched,” Kiahn’s intense green gaze falls to my lips. “Most will not let you use their mouth.”

It suddenly feels hard to breathe. “Most?” I hear myself ask.

Kiahn nods. “It is not a common Xaviann custom like it is for… other species . Intimacy is for breeding.”

“But you-” I stop myself from finishing that sentence, but my hand had already gestured to where I’d seen him, kneeling, with his face buried between the legs of what was apparently… me . This conversation is insane.

Kiahn’s jaw works and he takes a breath while rubbing at his horn again. “I was… curious.”

My eyes slide down his form. He’s so imposing. So large. Taking up a lot of space wherever he goes. And he’s a freaking prince . He’s used to commanding a room and being the head of his people. But he doesn’t know this . He doesn’t know what the push and pull of this… thing we have between us is. He’s not used to it. So, it’s kind of adorable the way he can suddenly seem a little embarrassed.

I raise a brow at him. “You were curious… four times ?”

Good God, just imagining him doing that four times on me - the real me - has me almost squirming on the spot.

Kiahn drops his hand from where he’s been fussing at his horn, and makes a grunting noise. “It was good,” he reasons, as if he were justifying eating more than one cookie or something.

I don’t know what to say to that.

So, I focus on his permission instead - even though the hologram is naked. And hard.

“Do you…” Kiahn shifts behind me, sounding unsure. “Do you like… him? The way I-… he looks, I mean?”

The uncertainty in his voice is so endearing, I duck my head to smother a smile. Kiahn’s permission is watching me, a small smirk playing on his lips. Is my brain doing that? Making him look at me that way?

This is all a bit of a mind-fuck, so I glance over my shoulder at the real Kiahn and ask, “are you actually asking me if I like the look of your-” my hand waves vaguely in the direction of his hologram’s huge erection.

“Yes.”

Kiahn’s direct answer catches me off-guard a little. “I-…” I continue to wave my hand at the holographic dick in front of me, feeling a little dumbfounded. “Well-… y-… yeah. It’s just-”

“It’s just what?”

“It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” I blurt, turning to face the real Kiahn. “Ok? And, it makes sense because you’re all-” and now my crazy hands are waving up and down at the mountain of a man in front of me, “you know, super tall, so scaling-wise, it works proportionally. It’s just-” twisting back, I eye the beast again. “ A lot . Like… huge, Kiahn. Your cock is huge. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Kiahn’s expression scrunches a little. “Not if that’s a bad thing. I don’t want you to be afraid of it - of me.”

A laugh escapes me on an exhale. “I’m not afraid of you, or your giant dick, don’t wor-” I suck in a breath, caught off-guard by the way Kiahn is at my back, grabbing my wrist and placing my hand on the chest of the hologram in front of us.

“Then explore,” he commands in a husky tone. “You have my permission to do whatever you want with my ‘giant dick’ .”

I have to tilt my head up and back to look up at him. The real Kiahn towers over me - the holographic one does, too. And it’s now that I realize that I feel pretty small, practically sandwiched between these two as they both gaze down at me.

Two Kiahns .

Woo, boy.

The skin beneath my palm feels so strangely real. As real as the chest rising and falling behind me. And the growing bulge pressing into the small of my back, too.

But this hologram? It-… it really feels like it’s there. It’s warm. Just as warm as the large, real hand that covers mine, keeping it in place. “Why isn’t my hand falling through him?” I ask, my voice sounding scratchy. “I can feel resistance, as if he’s-… as if you’re really there.”

“It’s the simulator room,” Kiahn explains, his words tickling my hair as I feel him duck down to talk to me. “In here, the systems can replicate solid masses, textures, and sounds based on what your mind expects to experience. You can request almost anything of the system, and it will appear. You can touch it,” he says, moving my hand down his chest - his clone’s chest, “you can feel it,” he continues as our hands continue their path downward towards Moby Dick down there, “and it should react how you think it will.”

His holographic clone - his ‘permission’ - is watching us, his chest rising and falling as his head is tilted down, as if anticipating the part where I wrap my hand around his length.

I pull my hand away, and Kiahn’s permission disappears. Curiously, I reach out into the nothing before me - right where he had been taking up space. There’s nothing there anymore.

“Here, let me show you how to use it,” real Kiahn says, reaching into his pocket and putting another of those sticky patches to his temple.

“I-I don’t want to watch you with another woman,” I blurt, turning to face him. “Even if that woman is… me.”

He smirks, and shakes his head, leaning in to say, “Just let me show you how to play with me, Niska”