Page 22 of The Bride Contract (Princes of Xaavia #1)

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Chapter 22 - Niska

“Come, sit,” Kiahn tells me, and even though his mind had conjured seating - seating that looks exactly like the leather booth back at Star Pleasures, where we’d met - he takes up the entirety of the new space, and doesn’t indicate where he’d like for me to sit. That is, until after a moment or two of me just staring at him, Kiahn’s eyes quickly dart down to his lap as he shifts his hips.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask, crossing my arms. “I thought you were a big, dangerous brute with an uncontrollable urge to bite me?”

Kiahn smirks up at me and holds out his hand. “I am,” he says as I take his offered palm. He uses his other large hand on my hip to turn me, guiding me to sit on his lap with my back to him. “But someone once said I should learn to trust myself.”

I can’t help but smirking at that. “That someone sounds very smart.”

“She is,” Kiahn says with such finality, that it brokers no argument, and I find myself smiling even wider, though he can’t see it. That smile is tempered however, when his big body shifts beneath me, moving his butt down the seat, taking me with him. In this position, his upper half is almost horizontal behind me. “Lean back against me,” he commands, gently guiding me by my upper arms until it’s like I’m using him as my own personal sun lounger. “Take your undergarments off.”

I stiffen, and almost shoot back up again, but I don’t. I trust Kiahn - I do. Just like he’s trying to trust himself right now. Besides, by this point I’ve been in all different states of undress with him.

And we’ll be doing this for real pretty soon, anyway.

My breathing sounds loud in my ears as I prop my feet up on his powerful thighs and push down, lifting my hips so I can shuffle down the silky short-like underwear I’d been given. I plop the dark plum fabric on the stark white floor of the simulator room and lay back against Kiahn, rearranging his shirt I’m wearing so I’m still covered. His chin fits perfectly over the top of my head, and I can feel him swallow thickly at the back of my skull, my head practically bobbing with the movement.

“Make my permission appear, Niska,” he tells me, his voice quiet and scratchy.

It takes a moment of concentration, but the holographic Kiahn appears in front of us. Fully naked again. Fully erect.

“What do you want him to do to you?” The real Kiahn asks, his words a low rumble I can feel at my back.

“I-”

God, what don’t I want him to do to me?

The naked Kiahn towers over us as his eyes rake down my form, pausing at the hem of the shirt I’m wearing.

“You want him to explore you, my Niska?” Kiahn husks at my back. “We can allow that, don’t you think?” His huge, warm hands skim down my thighs before they hook beneath them. Never have my legs felt slim, but held in his large mitts? I feel almost dainty. “You can tell me no, you can just think stop, and he will stop, you understand this?”

I try to say yes, but my voice doesn’t come. Instead, I find myself wetting my lips and nodding as the real Kiahn lifts my legs, parting them obscenely like he were opening me up and offering me to his double like a gift. My breaths start to become ragged as I stare up at the way the hologram fixes his heated gaze between my legs. I seem to be as frozen as he is.

“If you want to see me lick your cunt, you have to will it in your mind, little bride.”

I let out a weak laugh on a breath, and then jolt in Kiahn’s hold at the suddenness in which the hologram glitches out of existence, only to reappear, kneeling before me, his face mere inches from my pussy. “Oh, God,” I squeak, my voice caught in my throat before I manage to whisper, “I can feel his breath on me there.”

“Do you like that?” Kiahn asks, his big hands flexing where they’re hooked around the backs of my knees, holding me open.

The hologram looks up at us from his place, hovering over me, and, maintaining a very intense form of eye-contact. Then, he parts his lips and slowly exhales a hot breath that fans all over my most intimate areas, rousing tingles wherever it touches.

I squirm. “It-it feels so real.”

Kiahn grunts beneath me, shifting his hips, making his sizable bulge more known. His voice is low and hoarse as he almost begs, “use him to show me what you like, Niska… Please .”

And it doesn’t take my mind half a second to command his clone to cover me with his mouth, the heat and sensation so damn real that my toes curl and a groan echos around me. It takes my mind a couple of seconds to realize that I’d made that noise. Shit, it’s been so long since someone else made me feel anywhere near this good. And none of this is even real - well, except for the huge man holding my legs open.

Kiahn’s permission licks at me, letting out an appreciative groan of his own - a noise that I feel vibrate into my core. Glancing down, I see he’s watching me, too, as his focus shifts from licking up the length of me with long, appreciative swipes with the flat of his large tongue, to concentrating all his efforts on my clit. And just as I’m thinking about how hot it is that Kiahn wants to learn how best to please me, his holographic self speaks, his words murmured into my pussy, and punctuated by the obscene, sloppy noises of someone enthusiastically going to town on his meal. “She likes her clit to be licked, kissed, and gently sucked on,” the hologram says so nonchalantly, it’s like he’s reeling off a shopping list as I squirm beneath his mouth.

I can feel the real Kiahn nod jerkily, his head resting on top of mine. “Noted,” he grunts, pulling my thighs even wider apart, opening me up like it were nothing at all. “I will-” he pauses to shift his hips beneath me, “-if you permit me to ready you for breeding this way, I will gladly use my mouth, my hands, my… whatever you need.”

“Fingers,” the permission lifts his head to say. “She wants your fingers inside her. And she wants them now. She feels empty.”

I whimper and turn my head as his mouth goes back to work, covering my clit with a delicious-sounding groan. Had I wanted him to say that? I don’t know. Is it true, though? Do I want the real Kiahn to start touching me that way? Absolutely. But, it’s all too much happening all at once. I can’t seem to keep control of the hologram’s big mouth, but Oh, God, is that really a problem right now since it all feels so damn good? My head is swimming in confusion and pleasure at the same time. I feel kind of dizzy as I start panting, letting the hologram’s tongue wind me up, up, up.

“Is this true, little bride?” Kiahn asks above me. “You trust me to do this and not claim you?”

At this point in time, with the way my body is lit up with tingles of pleasure shooting up my spine and radiating out from where the other Kiahn is so expertly devouring me, all I can do is whine and nod. In fact, my brain can’t even decipher whether he means claim me with his bite, or his cock, and quite frankly, I don’t really care. I just want to come. I want him to make me come. The real Kiahn. “ Please ,” is all I manage to whimper out. “ Please, please, please. ”

With a growl, Kiahn shifts me up his big body, maneuvering me so that my head is now next to his instead of under it. I let it fall back on his shoulder before I turn into him, feeling his jaw tense against my forehead. Kiahn continues to reposition me like I was nothing but a ragdoll on his lap. He shifts me so that my body is laid slightly more diagonally than it had been before, the movement making the clone Kiahn lose contact with that sweet spot. And just as my mind protests the loss of his mouth, the hologram growls up at his real counterpart before seeking out my clit again. A low chuckle rumbles at my back. “He can stay where you want him, little bride, don’t worry,” Kiahn tells me, “but keep as still as you can with your legs spread wide open for me while I play with you. Can you do that, Niska?” One of his hands lets go of my leg, only to trail feather-light, and tortuously slow fingertips down the inside of my thigh while his double continues to make gentle pulse-like sucking motions directly over my clit.

“Mm-hm,” I respond, nodding my head, agreeing to everything - anything , just so long as he touches me. Just so long as that aching emptiness gets filled.

His soft touch almost makes it to the seam of my thigh before I can’t help it, the desperation and anticipation - the feeling of a warm mouth on me. The delicious build of an oncoming orgasm brought on by two huge men - two Kiahns. It all has me rolling my hips, practically begging for more.

Suddenly, his other hand clamps on my throat, pinning me in place making me freeze in his hold. And, all at once, I’m very aware how I can feel Kiahn’s heartbeat thudding at my back. Even his permission stops his licking and raises his head to watch us both, like the hologram is waiting for my mental command to continue. “ You must remain still for me, Niska ,” Kiahn reminds me sharply. “You do not know what a temptation you are when you allow me to touch you.” He nuzzles into the side of my head, taking some of the sting from his reprimand away. I swallow beneath his grip and feel his hand flex around my neck. “You have to understand, Xaviann females do not offer themselves up like this. And you moving like that? Like you’re ready, and begging to be bred?” Kiahn chuckles darkly, one of his protruding fangs lightly brushing the curve of my ear. “Have mercy on me, little human. Can you do that? I may be a prince, but I am only a male. I can withstand only so much torture before I will claim you.”

I nod my head a little, the sturdy yet gentle grip he has on my throat restricting my movement.

“ Good girl .”

Oh, God, I’m going to be a melted puddle of a woman.

“She likes that,” Kiahn’s permission informs him. “She likes when you talk to her, and praise her.” I hadn’t meant for him to say it out loud, but my mind obviously doesn’t have a firm grip on the hologram Kiahn at the moment - or on anything else for that matter. Not with the way he’s talking to me right now, or how his fingertips are so gently brushing up and down the inside of my thigh, sending promises along with his touch.

Kiahn lets out a pleased-sounding rumble. “Is that so?” He then proceeds to bury his face into my hair and take in a large drag of air, somehow sending a cascade of tingles down my body from the small gesture. “ Fuck , you smell good,” he says, his hand not missing a beat as it continues to glide, feather-like up and down the inside of my thigh, not quite reaching the desired destination between my legs.

“Kiahn,” I whine. “ Please. ”

“Can you be still for me?”

I nod, desperate.

Achingly slowly, Kiahn’s thick fingers brush down my leg, cross the border of the crease of my thigh into what seems to be ‘forbidden territory’ for the huge guy at my back. We both shudder a little as he carefully, gently explores my pussy, tracing the shape of me and making me want to writhe with madness.

But I won’t.

He wants me still. I can be still.

I hope.

“I’ve never touched a real female this way,” he admits, his voice sounding almost reverent. “You are so wet.”

If my mind wasn’t so clouded by desperation right now, I might have the decency to be embarrassed. But I’m not.

“Look at you, you’re positively soaked,” he says, his touch getting more bold, more firm, more sure. “Is this all for me, Niska? Is this mine to play with?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, my hips undulating in a shallow shadow of a rhythm, my movements minute, but desperate - so desperate, it feels like my hairline is dotted with sweat.

Kiahn places his mouth right beside my ear and growls, “be a good girl and stay still for me, Niska.”

I whimper, but stop my movements, and I’m rewarded instantly by the intrusion of one of Kiahn’s thick fingers.

“ Goddess, fuck me , you are perfect,” Kiahn groans. “Look at how needy your soft little cunt is for me,” he rasps, while adding another finger and slowly fucking me with them, the movement causing obscene slick sounds of my arousal to meet my ears.

“ Kiahn ,” I moan.

I feel him jerk his head beside mine. “Use my permission’s mouth, little bride.”

I’d practically forgotten about his hologram. He’d been standing, watching us, but as soon as I think it, he kneels again, this time at my hip, approaching the action from the side so that the real Kiahn can position his hand so that his thumb rests above my clit, framing it for his clone to get to work while his other fingers are lower, curling inside me in a maddening rhythm.

As soon as I feel the sensation of a hot, wet - albeit holographic - mouth on my clit, I let out a long, luxurious moan, my arm reaching back to hold on tight to the base of the real Kiahn’s right horn.

“ Oh, fuck, ” Kiahn groans, seeming to enjoy the contact. His fingers had paused momentarily, but they resumed quickly with a growl. “That’s it, hold onto me, little bride. You’re going to let me pamper this perfect cunt aren’t you?” I try to keep the rest of my body still, but nod my head a little, feeling his hand flex around my throat like a warning. “You get so nice and wet for me, don’t you, Niska?” He turns his head into mine, nuzzling behind my ear, making me want to shudder in pleasure for so many reasons. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you anything you want, and you’re going to take me in this little cunt, aren’t you?” I nod again, my breathing a little shaky. “That’s my good little bride. Look at you staying so still for me. Do you think we can fit all of me in? You feel so tight.”

“ Yes .”

God, yes. I want him now .

Although I’m not even sure the sensations I’m feeling in this moment could ever be topped. Kiahn continues to fuck me with his thick fingers, while his permission licks and sucks on my clit.

My thighs begin to shake as I feel the build up of an orgasm rushing toward me like a flood of tingly pleasure.

“ Kiahn !”

“That’s it, beautiful. Just let it happen. Let me take care of you. Gonna make you come, aren’t we?…. That’s it… good girl… let it happen.”

His fingers move faster, curling and rhythmically stroking over a spot inside me that is driving me crazy in the best way possible. No man has ever touched me like this before. They always go too fast and aggressive, their digits straight and rigid. I don’t know if it’s the angle, or what, but Kiahn’s fingers are practically magic in comparison.

“ Ohh ,” I moan, my grip on his horn tightening.

“ Fu-Uuck. ”

Kiahn’s big body jerks beneath me, and he puts more pressure on that special spot, rubbing and rubbing as his permission clamps his hot mouth over my clit and sucks.

And when I come, it’s not like falling - it’s like being catapulted. Like being flung into the stars and every bit of air that whooshes past my skin leaves tingles of pleasure in my wake. I’m sure I cry something out, but I don’t know what. My vision is patchy and my limbs feel locked up. I must have jerked as I rode that high, but I don’t realize that maybe the movement had pushed him over the edge until I come back down again to realize that Kiahn is licking, kissing and murmuring feverishly into the side of my neck.

“ Fuck , I wanna bite you so bad,” he whispers into my skin before his tongue swipes over the spot again. “You’re such a beautiful little creature. Please . Please let me make you mine.”

His permission has disappeared again. Presumably because my mind realized my clit is too sensitive for his attention now, and I no longer have any use for him. I almost start to feel sorry for the guy before I remind myself - he’s not real. But the big guy I’m still sprawled on top of is. And now it’s just me and him left in this stark, white room. His thick fingers are still playing with my entrance, though the movements are now slow and languid as he gently pushes in and then drags back out again almost as if he’s doing it subconsciously.

“It’s just a little bite,” he whispers deliriously, lightly scraping a fang up the arch of my neck. “Please, Niska. I will give you everything. You will be my queen… just a little bite… it won’t hurt… never hurt you… just let me have you… please.”

He sounds desperate and totally lost in the sauce.

And maybe a little crazy.

I clear my throat and give his horn a little shake. “Kiahn?”

It takes a second or two, but I can pinpoint the exact moment he seems to come to his senses by the way he stiffens at my back.

“ Shit ,” he curses, swiftly removing his fingers from my pussy before he just as swiftly stands up, unceremoniously dumping me on the ground at his feet in the process.