It was not, as far as I was concerned.
She had danced beautifully tonight. She had awed the court, appeased Lieja—and she had done me proud.
She was right.
She did deserve a reward.
“Let us get you out of these clothes, then.” I placed my hands on her shoulders and moved her body to the bed. We were caught in our own dance now. My every step pushed her closer to my damnation. Her every obedience pushed her closer to her prize.
She sat on the edge of the bed and stared up at me in anticipation. Dutifully, I dropped to my knees before her.
She let out a giggle.
“Now who’s kneeling?”
I merely smiled back at her and hooked my fingers beneath the waistband of her trousers.
“I am only your master when we are before others,” I reminded her as I tugged her trousers down over her thighs. She arched her back and lifted herself up off the bed so I could bring her pants down to her knees, then her ankles. “But here, alone with you… You are not the only one forced to obey your masters, you know. I know how to kneel as well.”
“Is that so?” Atlanta spread her legs slightly, giving me a generous view of her sex between her thighs. Hairless, which I knew was uncommon in humans…but no less beautiful for it. If anything, it gave me a better glimpse at what I would soon have pressed against my lips. “Does that make me your mistress, then?”
“Do you wish to be?”
“Tonight…maybe I do.” Atlanta shrugged and leaned back. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at me expectantly.
I laughed. “Then, my mistress, you must tell me what to do.”
“Kiss me,” she whispered as she took a fistful of my hair in her hand. “I mean…if you want to.”
“Of course I want to.” I looked between her cunt and her mouth as I raised an eyebrow. “But…which set of lips should I kiss?”
She laughed then lay back on the bed.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. I have a feeling you already know.”
I placed my hands on her knees and spread them further apart as I leaned in. Her pussy was slick for me already. As I moved my lips toward it, it only became slicker. The dark pink folds of her sex were irresistible, as was her smell. Deep, light and rich. Sweet and earthy, like the smell of the earth as it bloomed in the rain. When I moved my fingers to her pussy lips and spread them apart, she bloomed as well. The bud of her clitoris twitched beneath the heat of my breath. Her honey, clear and draped across the lips of her sex like royal jewels, looked too good not to taste.
I kissed her inner lips gently to begin. I wanted her to embrace and luxuriate in every sensation I gave her, which meant moving slow and sweet. It was not so unlike kissing Atlanta on the mouth, except that it was wetter. And when I pressed my tongue out to taste her, there was only her swollen, sensitive clitoris to greet me. It settled perfectly between the fork in my tongue. I knew that if I pressed my tongue upward against it hard enough, she would be able to feel my heartbeat.
Normally, a specter’s heartrate remained slow and steady, but here between her thighs, not even my altered chemistry and my years of training could ensure that. My pulse was racing, thrumming against her clit and sending its vibrations through her sex in wanton greed.
She is mine, I thought cruelly.
And then, some small voice in the back of my head countered that thought.
No, the voice said. You are hers.
I lapped at her like a soldier starved of food and water in the desert. Nothing existed for me beyond her perfect thighs except for her breasts, which I grabbed at with a hunger I had never before known, and the sound of her little gasps and coos every time I caught her clit beneath my tongue.
Eager to hear more of her little noises of pleasure, I sucked her clit into my mouth hard and held it steady between my teeth with a gentle bite. Now, it could not slip away from me, no matter how wet she was. With every lash of my tongue against her sensitive, throbbing clit, her hips bucked up at me and a soft cry escaped her throat.
As her cries grew louder, I paused. Perhaps this was not right? Most female anatomies I had experienced in the galaxies were largely the same, though all I had practiced my skills on enjoyed pleasure in slightly different ways. I knew less of Atlanta’s own pleasure centers than I would have liked to. Perhaps I was doing something wrong—maybe I was hurting her in some way, and she did not feel safe enough with me to tell me to stop?
But when I pulled away, she took my head in both of her hands and shoved my face back down between her thighs.
“Please,” she gasped. “I’m close. I’m so, so close.”
Smirking slightly, I resumed my ministrations. Close to orgasm, I knew she meant—and in her inexperience with males, I knew that I would be the first to give her such a pleasure. The first to feel her shake beneath my hands and come against my lips. I had no particular fetish for virginity, but when it came to Atlanta…
Yes. I longed to be the one to give her this orgasm. Her first. And, if I had it my way, her only.
I doubled my efforts, though I was careful not to change the motions I had been making before. The female orgasm was a delicate thing. Too many males made the mistake of changing what was working in the arrogant hope that some novel flourish might set their partner off like she had never been pleasured before. I would not make
