"Miss Natalia. It appears as though I might already have been chosen," I said, nodding to the blonde who was coming closer while I attempted to remove the woman's hand from my arm, but she had dug in.
"You want this room, I promise..." Her hand reached out like a claw, moving to pull away the curtains and revealing a darker room, filled with less lace and more skin. "These ladies have never experienced a man before, let alone a man of your origin and skill. I have a feeling that they will appreciate a first experience such as you can give them..."
"Never experienced..?" I repeated the words in disbelief, following her into the darkness as the curtains closed behind us, leaving Myro to the others. Not that he was going to do anything but read that vile book he carried around. I will have plenty of time to please the others... but first... "I have never encountered a fresh woman before."
"Then you have something in common." Natalia released me, stepping back and leaving me to stand in the middle of a room filled with doe-eyed women, all eager, all wanting. All curious.
God, how they would scream.
I took a step toward a tall brunette clad in purple lace, my hands already throbbing in need of her, her chest already heaving. She was already infected by the powerful pheromone of my blood, her weak human countenance already giving her away. She was going to be...
I froze, my hand extended toward the purple lace maiden falling to my side as my eyes drifted behind, to the completely nude dancer right behind her. To the graceful lines of the woman who swung around a tall metal pole, her body swaying and spinning and bending.
Her lithe figure was covered in glitter, the silver catching the light and making the fair tone of her skin pop, the mess of dark hair swinging... I was mesmerized. The rest of the room faded away as my heart stuttered and beat with renewed purpose.
She was amazing. Why did I need every other woman in this god forsaken place to ride my cock if I had her? I would bury myself in her, seed her. Love her. Mate her.
Pleasure her.
"Her." I said to no one in particular as I closed the space between us, the glittering light that covered her falling over both of us as I reached out and stopped the pole.
She gasped, turning to me in shock, perfect dark eyes lifting to meet and melt into mine. Whatever I had felt before was a paltry appetizer to the sudden wash of need and desire that took me now.
I had found her. My first mate.
Except she was a human. The forbidden race. On a planet that I wasn't supposed to go near.
I didn't care. She was mine. And I was going to make her such. Didn't matter what it took.
"I want you." I said to her, my hands reaching toward her, one cupping the air above her quivering breasts, the nipples perked and erect as if they were reaching for me, the other hand fluttering above the heat of her mound. The scent of her accelerated, doing to me the same thing that I was sure mine was doing to her.
"Will you let me have you?" I asked, watching her eyes for any sign of protest as my hands collapsed against her skin, my knuckles capturing and pinching her nipple as my finger slid deftly between the lips of her pussy, finding the nub that I would make her bow to me again and again. She moaned at the touch, knees buckling as she fell forward.
I would have caught her, if it wasn't for the hands that were pulling me away and the shrieking scream of the woman behind me.
"I said they have to come to you! Hands off my Kylie!"
3
Myro
Fey gave me that grin that he had spent years perfecting. That grin that clearly laid out how much he hated me.
I snarled. I didn't need to tell him how much I hated him; he already knew. It was probably why he always dragged me to these places.
He knew I hated them. Knew what I was looking for.
And yet here I was, sitting on a couch made of so much velvet I might as well slide off the thing, watching at least ten girls circle around me like vultures. I didn't want them, and I felt bad for getting their hopes up.
Fey always left a wave of pheromones behind like a wake of orgasmic soup, and I was already too aroused after scenting the pussy of the woman in the foyer. She was delicious. Just like so many of the human females before me were.
I could scent each one of them, and my cock was stirring in desire. It was going to be harder than usual to keep my blood from boiling, and to keep the pleasurable aroma of that blood at bay.
Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the soft couch. Normally I would pull out my book, but I already knew I wouldn't be able to focus. This would have to do.
"Hello, mister." One of the women said from right above me, the couch compressing seconds later. "You look like you need some help."
"I'm fine thank you," I grumbled, pinching my eyes shut more, as if that would help. Having them this close, having the scent of illegal Jageberries and delight so close, was making this whole thing that much worse.
"No, I think you're right," a second voice said, this one as sweet and snappy as the smell that was dripping from her. "I think he needs help with that."
The other side of the couch compressed, both women leaning in before, as one, their hands unbuttoned, unzipped, and unsheathed me.
"Holy fuck! I've never seen one so big before." The first girl said with a shriek and my eyes popped open as I reached for my now exposed cock, ready to
