One look down, however, and I knew that wasn't going to happen. My cock was fully erect, the long length engorged and throbbing as it sought out a sanctuary to sink into. Pre-cum was already dripping from me, begging me for release.
There was no way that I was going to get that put away. No way I wanted to, not with her soft hand wrapped around my shaft, not with her powder rose lips turned up to a smile. A hungry smile. She wanted to lick that bit of delight that was dripping from me, and, foolish thing that she was, she thought it the same as the cum that poured from her human males.
One taste of this and she would be writhing.
I wanted that for her as much as I wanted her lips around my cock. Gods, I knew I shouldn't. It was dangerous to let go. I needed to control myself. Letting myself give into this desire never had a great outcome, but I was controlling it so far.
I could do this. Besides, I wanted to bring her pleasure. I wanted to feel the same.
"Lick it." I reached up, wrapping my hand around her neck as I led her toward the tower of pleasure I was offering her. "Both of you."
Even though it went against everything I claimed to care about, I pressed them down into me, my hands dragging down their mostly naked bodies as I sought out the button that would give them pleasure. That would let me taste them.
With all my talk about finding my one mate, of monogamy and single love, I was sure giving into the pull of lust and need that ran through my blood. There was something… irresistible about this whole situation. About being here.
Fey knew that. It's why he brought me to these places. It was a different kind of torture.
Lips and tongue kissed against the engorged skin of my cock and I moaned as they did, as the taste of my cum ravaged them, and the power of a Coxian flared through them. They moaned, fanning their asses out in desperation to be ridden, giving my hands easier access to the buttons that turned those moans into near screams, screams that rattled against my cock as they lapped at me, tongue dragging up and down my shaft.
Bringing me close to climax as they were.
Fuck. Why did women feel so good? Why was my body made to do this? Why did I thrive in this?
"You. Come ride me," I said to the girl right ahead of me. She didn't even hesitate. The poor girl was already fingering herself in desire, in need.
She wasn't the only one. Cock exposed, throbbing with desire, I was no longer restraining the thrum of my power that surged in my veins. It had permeated the room. Permeated everything. Everyone.
What little clothes that had been present in this room were gone. Lace was thrown and strewn everywhere as the women shed their lace, turning to rip the clothes off the men that had been lingering around the edges of the room, making small talk and waiting for the women to take them to heaven.
Now heaven was everywhere.
Skin slid against skin as the room filled with moans, with throbbing cocks and hungry pussies.
Shit. I’d done it again.
My hands slid from the clits of the two women. Not that it mattered; the strength of my powers were already giving them their second orgasm. The woman I had asked to ride me had already fallen to the ground, clutching herself as an invisible orgasm took her over.
"Shit." The moans turned to screams as I stood, turning toward where Fey had disappeared to. We needed to get out of here. Tucking my still engorged penis away, I bolted, women falling to the ground in screams of pleasure as though I was blessing them with ecstasy with a look. They writhed, screamed, kissing and grinding against whatever they could find.
"Double shit." Pleasure rampaged the room. It took over everything as I ripped the curtain away, running into the darkness as my brother was cupping the pussy of a veritable goddess, the girl moaning as her knees buckled. Natalia screamed something I could barely hear over the orgy I had abandoned.
I raced forward, the waves of orgasm following me into this room as moans and cries of pleasure clawed at the air. Gripping Fey, I was ready to pull him away from the girl and throttle him for the chaos that I was sure he had inevitably meant to unleash. But then I froze. Froze as I saw the girl that he had touched, that was now standing before us, bared from head to toe except for a thin sprinkling of glitter.
She stood, scowling, hands balled into fists at her sides. But she wasn't writhing. She wasn't bucking the air in hopes of finding a cock. She wasn't falling to the ground in orgasm. She stood, looking from us to the rest of the room in confusion.
I knew I should be amazed at the fact that she wasn't affected by our gifts, but I was currently having trouble breathing.
The girl was beautiful. Stunning in all the ways that a human was supposed to be. Soft in all the ways we had been told to stay away from. Strong in all the ways that females were not supposed to be. Females were supposed to submit to their males, bare themselves and receive pleasure as often as we desired. But this woman stood there, looking me straight in the eyes, jaw strong, proud.
Beautiful.
She was what I had been looking for. She was what I had spent a generation of bouncing from planet to planet looking for.
The forbidden fruit.
I wanted her. No, I needed her.
"Who are you?" I asked breathlessly, the orgy behind us picking up. This really wasn't how I’d planned on meeting my perfect match, but
