Page 27 of The Bride Contract (Princes of Xaavia #1)

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Chapter 27 - Niska

So, it turns out, that big jewel thing that dangles from my bridal collar? Yeah, it’s like one of those mood rings from my adolescence. Except, it’s giant. And, instead of indicating whether I’m happy, sad, or anxious, it can broadcast to absolutely everyone with eyeballs when’s best to get me knocked up.

As soon as that particular bombshell had been dropped squarely on the dinner table, Az had ushered away Lois. Zann had asked to speak to Jaya. And Lady Zalora and Vel had made a quick retreat with the rest of the servants leaving Kiahn and I alone at the dinner table.

“So…” he says, drawing out the word as he drums his thick fingers on the tablecloth.

I raise both my brows at him. “ So?… Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you warn me about this?” I ask, pointing directly at the offending piece of tech, currently masquerading as a giant ‘fuck me now’ invitation.

His pretty green eyes flick down to the jewel before he swallows and meets my gaze again. “I apologize. I was just so-” he huffs to himself and looks up to the high, ornate ceilings above us, like he’s asking for some divine intervention. When that obviously doesn’t come, his big hands scrub at his handsome face and he meets my eye again. “Niska, the truth is that I was just so incredibly… aroused by the thought of you wearing my collar - signalling to everyone that you are my bride, that I forgot to explain it fully to you. I am sorry. We can disable the function if you wish. I can invite the collarsmith to come straight away and-”

“No,” I interrupt. “No. It’s fine.” I’m a little too overwhelmed to be interacting with another person right now - especially while broadcasting that I’m ripe and ready to be bred.

We’re both quiet for a moment and I pick up my silver spork, using it to chase around something that’s not too dissimilar to a melon ball on my plate. All the while, I can feel Kiahn’s gaze on me. “ Aroused , huh?” I ask, sliding him a side-ways glance accompanied by a smirk.

From the corner of my eye, I can see his fist tighten around his napkin. His voice is a strangled whine when he answers, “ like you wouldn’t fucking believe .”

My pulse sings in my veins. I tap my pointer finger twice on the red jewel, my heart dancing erratically in my chest. “So are we going to do anything about this?”

I bite down on my bottom lip, hoping he can tell that I’m not talking about calling the collarsmith out to fix the stone tech.

The ragged exhale the huge, horned alien prince gives me tells me that he knows exactly what I’m hinting at.

* * *

“I had hoped that when this time came, I would have found out your favorite flower so that I can decorate the room with them,” Kiahn says, leading me to a large, ornate room that is joined with his bedchambers. The walls are draped in soft white and cream fabrics, tumbling and artfully swathed over rods of gold. If it weren’t for the overly-tall windows, it might feel like we were standing in a grown-up blanket-fort.

“Flowers?” I ask, a little absentmindedly as I turn on the spot, gawping at the elegance and emptiness of the room.

Kiahn grunts in acknowledgement as he shuts the door. “To make you comfortable. I’d like to know your favorite scent, too. It is my duty and wish to make this as painless as possible for you, Niska.”

“Painless?”

Kiahn winces and rubs at his horn. “For Xaviann females, this is often the first time they are touched in such a way. It is the first time they will be vulnerable to a male and trust he will not abuse that vulnerability. Often, their first time on the bench can be very daunting and overwhelming. It is not uncommon for the first time to end without… completion.”

Oh. I can understand that. Especially considering the consequences should the male lose control and end up bond-biting her, opening her up to the torture and madness of eternal unrequited love. And, from what I understand of the whole situation with Zann and his friend, Xoe, it makes even more sense to me that she might want her first time being vulnerable with one of these big, Xaviann males to be with one that she trusts - her friend.

I let my gaze rise and fall down the length of Kiahn. From the tips of his sharp, spiraling black horns, down to his leather boots and everything in between. He is big. Huge, even. He’s powerful, and that means he could essentially do whatever he wants with me and there would be little to no repercussions for him.

But as I look at him, it’s not fear of what he could do to me that bubbles to the brim within me, it’s anticipation.

“I trust you not to hurt me, Kiahn,” I tell him, allowing myself a faint smile when I see his broad shoulders visibly relax.

He ducks his head, and lets out a low breath before glancing at me through his lashes. “You have not taken my cock yet, little human.”

Oh, the zing that those words send through my body.

“My size is-…” He flounders a bit, trying to find his words as he gestures loosely between the two of us.

“ Sizable ,” I finish for him, because it’s true.

The anticipation centered between my legs builds when I see the bulge becoming visible in Kiahn’s pants.

“Your body will need to be… readied well to take me,” he adds, clearing his throat as he steps into the center of the room where there is a large object, draped in cream velvet. “I had hoped to have more time to have it properly decorated, but the modifications are done, and these should help your body to relax.” He grips the velvet in one hand and pulls off the drape, revealing-

Revealing…

“What is that?”

It’s a piece of furniture of some sort. Although, it’s raised with one golden central stand. The rest sits at around table-height. Maybe taller. But this is no table. The main surface is plush and covered in turquoise silk. There’s what looks like a headrest at one end, along with golden handles, not too dissimilar to something you might see on some kind of exercise machine at the gym… except in solid gold. At the other end, the shape of the padding is sculpted and there’s two padded ledges of sorts. Honestly, I can’t figure out what this thing is meant to-

“It is your breeding bench.”

Oh.

Ohhh.

“ That… is my breeding bench?”

Kiahn palms the back of his neck and shifts his gaze between me and the most luxurious piece of sex equipment I think I’ve ever seen.

Not that I’ve seen many.

“Yes, it-” he stammers, “is it not acceptable? I did not have time to have the jewels added.” He runs a hand over the contours of the plush padding. “It has been made to your exact measurements. We can change the fabrics if you wish, but this blue-” Kiahn’s eyes flick to mine briefly before he goes back to surveying the bench, “-it reminds me of the lagoon room on the ship where we first… uh…”

His words trail off and he looks to me as if I’m meant to guide him through this whole strange interaction. “ I know what we got up to in the lagoon room,” I tell him, walking forward and throwing him a smirk as I approach the… sex bench. “And I like the blue.” My hand brushes over the buttery-soft silk. “I just don’t know how this whole thing works.”

“Do you want to try?” Kiahn asks, his voice rough and quiet. When I look at him, his eyes are already on the jewel at the base of my neck - the one indicating to him that I’m ovulating and in prime ‘fucking’ condition. After a second or two, his gaze shifts up to meet my eyes. The intensity in the ways he’s looking at me right now is almost too much, so I turn back to the bench, running my hand over the contours that will apparently mold themselves perfectly to my body.

Do I want to take this thing for a spin?

With Kiahn?

There’s a throbbing sort of sensation between my legs, and it’s like my body is trying to tell me something.

“Yes,” I say, biting my lip after the word is out.

“Right, uh,” Kiahn steps forward, wiping his palms on his pants. Is he as nervous as I am? “I can help you get comfortable and strapped in on the bench. You basically kneel on these-” he says, indicating to the two, lower padded areas that jut out. They’re spaced far enough apart that my thighs will be parted as I’m laid on my front along the length of the bench. “-and there are controls at the head rest end.”

“Controls?”

“Yes, for you.”

I’m not sure what controls I’d be given in this situation, but I trust Kiahn and take his hand. He steadies me as I’m about to mount the bench, but with just one knee on the knee rest, I remember. “Oh, wait, I need to-”

Reaching into the pocket of my dress, I take out the small stoppered green glass bottle, the tiny pills rattling inside. Uncorking the thing with my teeth, I shake out two of the contraceptives into my palm. I can feel Kiahn watching my every move. My skin feels like it’s on fire in protest of the lie I’m about to tell. Taking the cork from my mouth, I tip the pills in and feel them melt on my tongue, leaving behind a sweet, sugary taste. “To help with my fertility,” I lie, turning the aftertaste of the pills bitter.

I hear Kiahn suck in a breath as if he’s about to say something.

And I can’t stand it.

I feel like he knows. Like he’s going to call me out for deceiving him.

Without thought, I reach under my dress and shimmy my silky underwear down my legs and hand them to him. “I guess these will just be in the way.”

He gapes down at the bundle of warm silk in his big hand.

I guess I should feel bad for stunning him into silence since it works in my favor. If he presses me about the pills, I just know I’ll confess. It was one thing to agree to this when I didn’t know Kiahn at all, but it feels different now.

Fortunately, Kiahn looks as though he’s forgotten all about questioning my little pills, because he’s frozen as he stares at my panties in his hand.

“Are you gonna help me up?” I ask, gesturing with a jerk of my head toward my custom-made royal breeding bench.

He blinks out of his stupor and clears his throat, hastily shoving my underwear down the back of his pants like he’s already decided to keep them. “Yes, sorry. Place your knees here,” he instructs, offering a hand for me to steady myself again.

My knee sinks into the plush padding, the silk pleasantly cool beneath my skin. Kiahn helps me as I hoist myself up, both legs now in position; kneeling and splayed as I face the length of the bench.

“Lay down,” Kiahn instructs with a gentle palm to the small of my back. His words are somehow soft and commanding at the same time. I like that.

Bending at the hips, I drape myself over the body of the bench, the hills and valleys of the silk welcoming me like a puzzle piece slotting into it’s partner. The headrest and handles are last, but it only seems natural and comfortable to use them, my hands curling around gold as my cheek presses to the pillowy welcome of the headrest.

I let my body settle, wiggling and shifting a little until I truly do feel like if I were tired enough, I might be able to fall asleep exactly like this.

If I weren’t just about to get fucked by a giant alien prince, that is.

Glancing over my shoulder, I find Kiahn - who seems to be standing to the side, frozen, staring at me while I lay here for him. “Kiahn?”

His glazed-over eyes suddenly clear, and there’s a hint of pink under the gray of his cheeks when he grunts to himself. “I’ll do the straps,” he murmurs.

The straps. I’d almost forgotten that the whole point of this contraption was to limit my movement. I need to be as still as possible to lessen the chances of Kiahn getting over stimulated and biting me.

Why does that make me want to wiggle and squirm more?

Kiahn pulls the first strap that fastens around my waist. They must be retracted and housed up under the body of the bench when not in use because I didn’t notice them before. As with the rest of this item of sex furniture, the theme seems to be comfort - my comfort, since even the straps are padded and lined with silk. Kiahn is intent and methodical in his task as he buckles and fastens me to the bench, straps tying me down across my waist, rib-cage and shoulders. Next, he goes to my rear. “Do you mind?” he asks, and I can feel he has a fist-full of my dress.

“Go ahead.”

Cool air meets the flesh of my exposed ass and pussy as he slowly lifts my skirt like a veil on a bride. I hear a short, ragged inhale behind me, but now that I’m strapped down, I can’t turn to look at him, but I know he’s staring right at my most intimate of areas.

Somehow, I don’t feel self-conscious, though - I feel a tingle of anticipation.

Kiahn gently gathers and arranges the fabric of my dress so that he can fasten the straps that tighten around my thighs like restrictive bridal garters that keep my legs splayed for him. Once that’s done, I feel him step away. “ Fuuuck ,” I hear him mutter low to himself and I try fruitlessly to shift in my restraints.

“I can’t see you when you’re behind me.” I squirm a little more but soon give up.

He is quick to answer with a swift, “ apologies ,” and then I hear movement. Soon, he is in my line of sight again, carrying a large, golden-framed mirror that he props against the wall. “Now, you may keep an eye on me.”

I roll my tongue out to wet my lips. Now, I can watch you fuck me, you mean?

Letting out a shaky breath at the thought, I turn my head to lay back down on the softness of the padded headrest. My eyes slip closed and I pray the coolness of the silk will go some way to temper the flames of anticipation burning across my cheek. It’s not long before I can feel Kiahn’s close presence before he even utters a word, or makes a move to touch me.

His warm hand encloses around mine where it’s still wrapped around the golden handles. “Your controls are accessed here,” he tells me, his big thumb moving to the end of the handle. There’s a button right there that I hadn’t noticed before. He presses it, and from tucked away somewhere beneath the breeding bench comes a control panel, hovering right in front of me. He taps a few buttons and with a sleek-sounding whooshing noise, a little compartment pops out from the side of the panel. In that compartment lay two of those sticky patch things like we’d used in the simulator. Kiahn takes them and attaches them to his temples. I frown.

“This button here,” he says pointing at a large yellow circle on the control pad, “will shock me through the patches enough to make me drop to the ground and stay paralyzed for roughly thirty seconds.

I suck in a breath. “Why would-”

“In case I do something you don’t like and am too far gone to stop myself,” he tells me sternly. “You do not hesitate to push that, Niska.”

He makes it sound like he’s about to become an uncontrollable crazed beast.

Why is that so thrilling?

“You’d trust me with that button?” I ask, incredulous. He’s a prince. Surely he wouldn’t allow that?

But Kiahn simply gestures to my body laid out and strapped down on his breeding bench, my intimate areas completely exposed. “You trust me with all of you,” he counters and then goes back to the other buttons of the control panel. “This one will quick-release the straps. This one will call for the assistance of guards. This one will provide something for you to bite down on if my-…” he pauses to swallow, “-if my size is too much for you. And this one…” he points to a blue button and shifts on his feet. “During my research on human females, I noticed repeated reports about the enjoyment of vibration stimulus on your pleasure center, the clitoris.”

My mouth pops open.

“Is that good?” Kiahn asks, rubbing at his horn again. “I thought you could make use of it to ready yourself or feel more pleasure while I’m-…”

“Fucking me?”

He doesn’t answer, but he grunts and jerks his head in a nod.

“Can I try it?” I ask, my finger hovering over the blue button.

“Of course. It is for your use. More controls should appear once it starts so you can change the-”

I yelp and my whole body jerks in my restraints as a very strong vibration kick starts from within a small raised part of padding on the bench - a small, raised part that perfectly lines up beneath my clit. Kiahn is quick to take control, swiping his finger down the bar that appeared to lower the vibrations.

If my cheeks weren’t already aflame, they’re positively on fire, now. After fiddling with the various slides and bars that control my own personal vibrating bench - some that changed the strength, some that changed the pattern, and some that even seemed to change the shape of the vibrating padded part - I find a combination that feels divine.

Laying my cheek back down on the head rest, I close my eyes and let out a small moan of appreciation at the sensation before my hips can’t seem to keep still and I start to slowly grind down on those delicious vibrations.

I’d almost forgotten where I was, lost in the heady pleasure of waves of vibrations concentrated exactly as I want them. But then Kiahn steps into my wanton little trance when I hear his hoarse voice ask, “can I watch you, little female?” My eyes flutter open to see him still standing over me at my side. I let out a shaky breath. I was fully lost to the moment then. I probably would have ground my way to orgasm without even thinking. “Can I watch you make yourself come on my bench?”

I peer up at him. His eyes so green and bright - trained on me so intently like my answer could equally ruin him or make him. I nod my head.

And then he’s gone from my sight. I have to find him again in the reflection of the mirror.

And what I see - and now hear - is Prince Kiahn dragging a chair by its back across the floor until it sounds like he stops at ‘the business end’ of the breeding bench - right in front of where my thighs part for him. I suck in a breath. Surely he didn’t mean-

Glancing up at the mirror, I see that yes, that’s exactly what he meant by watching me.

All I can see is his two, black horns raising up from behind my bare ass.

“You’re going to watch… like that?”

“Yes,” he grunts, and he’s sitting so damn close, I can feel his breath on my exposed pussy. “Please, continue. Let me watch you, Niska.”

“ Oh, my God .” I bury my face into the crook of my arm, covering my eyes, questioning why that is so hot? Why is the total exposure of his face being so, so incredibly close to my pussy while I get myself off doing it for me? Shouldn’t I feel shame?

Because I don’t.

I feel… worshiped in a way.

I can feel the heat of Kiahn’s breath ghost across my inner thighs and start to rock harder against the vibrating pad.

“ Fuuuck, you are a pretty sight,” he curses. “Keep going, little bride.”

I turn my heated face into the silky padding and breathe out his name on a moan.

“I’m here. I’m right here, watching your beautiful little cunt.”

I groan louder, feeling my pleasure tighten like a wind-up toy, ready to release and burst with energy.

Suddenly, I can feel every breath of Kiahn’s. Is he inching closer? The fact that I’m strapped down and can’t see exactly what he’s doing is only heightening every sensation for me. “Good little female, that’s it,” he coos to my pussy, and I can feel every word caress my flesh, sending goosebumps up my spine.

I ride that little vibrating pad harder, grinding my way closer to orgasm. A quick glance up at the mirror has me doing a double-take. Kiahn’s horns are there as before, my ass obstructing my view of his face, but, lower, beneath the bulk of my bench, I can see his splayed legs, and how his cock stands proud through his open fly. My eyes hone in on where Kiahn’s big hand wraps around his straining shaft, leisurely stroking up, and down, almost like he’s teasing out his own pleasure as he watches me. Or maybe it’s that he couldn’t help but allow himself this? This touch that his body begged him for.

The thought that Kiahn had to touch himself while watching me only serves to spur me on, so I hitch the vibrations up a notch on the control pad, and moan as the tingling sensation concentrated at my clit spreads wider throughout my body. I groan his name again, listening to the quiet, rhythmic clink, clink, clink of the fastening buckles on my thigh straps as I buck and grind as much as I can, desperately trying to make myself come.

And I can feel it building. The vibrations, the hot breath on my pussy and thighs, being strapped down, the fact that Kiahn is sitting right there, slowly stroking himself as he gets a very up-close-and-personal show.

“Thaaat’s it,” Kiahn coos. “That’s my good girl. Your pretty cunt is going to be so nice, and wet, and relaxed for me once you finish, isn’t it?”

I whimper at his filthy words and buck my hips against my restraints. All the sensations ratcheting up, up, up, until all he has to do is curl his huge, warm hand around one of my thighs and stroke his thumb back and forth across my skin in encouragement. “Come on, that’s it, pretty girl.”

And I’m gone .

The tension snapped inside of me with a strangled squeal. My hips jerk to a stuttering stop as the little padded bump beneath me continues to gently buzz away while I try to catch my breath.

My pulse whooshes in my ears as I try to calm. Someone mutters a soft ‘fuck’ , and I’m still so delirious from my orgasm high, I’m not sure if it came from my mouth or Kiahn’s.

His thumb is still slowly sweeping back and forth on the back of my thigh, barely brushing at the seam where my leg curves up to my ass. It’s such a tiny gesture, but I can’t help feel like he means it as ‘a job well done’, like he’s praising me for getting myself off and letting him watch - a notion that only serves to stir me up again.

he’s still back there. I can feel his breath. He’s still staring at my sated pussy. And, just as the high of my orgasm starts to recede, and this whole set up starts to venture into awkward territory, I hear Kiahn’s hoarse request;

“Can I taste it, little female?”